Hi guys, I'm finally back with a new chapter. I'm so sorry if it took too long, but I've been busy with school, plus I had a bad temperature and also an author block.

Hope you'll like it.

Cal let him go and he lost conscioussness. Lightman really had to learn how to control his force when he was angry. He turned and saw Gillian still lying on the floor, near to her sofa. She was gasping, her hand on her bleeding hip. He kneeled down next to her. At first she winced feeling some hands again on her, but calmed down when she saw that it was her best friend.

"Don't worry, it's me." She just let others tears come out.

"He...he was drunk...he...I..." Lightman cut her off before she could continue.

"It's fine. Everything's over." She nodded looking down. Cal put gently his arms around her, giving her a comfort and lovely hug. A hug she truly needed.

They stood there for some seconds that seemed an eternity, until Lightman broke apart and took off his scarf, putting it around her hip.

"Press it here, love." He said softly referring to her wound. She nodded and he took off also his jacket, placing it around her shoulders since she was only with her bra, then helped her sitting on the sofa.

"Thank you." This was all that came out of her mouth. She would have liked to say something else, but wasn't able at the moment.

"I'll make a call." He said and took his phone. While he was waiting for an answer, he couldn't help but stare at her. How could someone hurt somebody like her? She was so pure and deserved just the best.

It didn't take a lot because Wallowski came along with some cops and took away the man that was still lying on the floor.

"How are you, Gillian? She asked.

"Good, thanks." Foster was for sure annoyed by the girl in front of her.

"Do you want us to call an ambulance?" The cop asked peering her.

"Thank you again, but no. Luckly the wound isn't so deep and I think it stopped bleeding." For some seconds nobody talked.

"Okay, well you better follow your friends, they're waiting for you darlin'." said Cal breaking the uncomfortable silence that had set up.

"Are you trying to get me out, Dr. Lightman?" He actually never regretted her presence around, but that time he really wanted to stay alone with Gillian. He approached to her face.

"Just make sure he will have what he deserves." She put on a low smile and nodded, then leaft.

"Why did you call her?" Gillian spoke when she closed the door.

"She's a cop, luv." He said sitting next to her on the sofa. He loved when she was jealous.

"You were looking at her ass when she was leaving." He raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" He never thought this could come out of her mouth. She looked up at him for a second and then back on her lap.

"You understood." He just stared at her. It always amazed Lightman how she could pretend that it was okay, that it didn't hurt, how she fighted her tears from coming out, even in the most paintful situations.

"You're the strongest person I know, luv." He said breaking the distance between them. As much as he wanted to know more, he also wanted her to be comfortable talking about it, without feeling forced to. Gillian knew how much he needed her to finally tell him everything, and was grateful for him respecting her, for not pressing her. She sighed and closed her eyes, then faced him.

"He is a sociopath...a maniac." She took a deep breath, looking away. "He loved to see or make people suffer. He always used to take them...me...to the brink, until I begged to die." A tear strocke her cheek. "Tonight he was drunk." Her eyes were now still looking at him. "I didn't even open the door that his teeth were already on my neck, biting. He stared to take off my shirt and then threw me on the floor. I told him to stop but this just...this just excited him more. I tried to push him away from me but he banged against the table, where there was a glass. It got broken and he got so angry. He took a piece of glass and...well, you know what he done to me. Then you came, and if hadn't I don't know how far he would have gone. Alcohol had really took the best of him..." She couldn't help but let always more tears fall. It seemed like it was the only thing that she could do this week.

"Come here." Said Lightman and pulled her into a hug. She put her head on his chest and cried more. "Why were you so scared to tell me it?"

She broke their hug and loooked at him. "When he first came to me he threatened that if I would have had spokne to you or anyone else, he would have replaced me with Emily." Cal now finally realised why she was about to say his daughter's name. "He knew where she goes to school, where is yours or Zoe's house, where she used to hang out with friends, he knew everything! She is sixteen, she's just a kid! I couldn't let this happen to her! It would have destroyed her for life!" She said letting always more tears fall.

Cal couldn't believe it. She went through all of this just for Emily. For a girl that wasn't even her daughter, but she loved as well be. She didn't have to do it, but she did. She was ready to sacrifice herself for his daughter, just because she didn't deserve that. He didn't know so many people that would have done the same for him, for Emily, but she... she was just the best friend he could ever ask for.

He didn't say nothing for a minute, he just stared at her with disbelief at first, then admiration mixed with love and eventually with sadness. Her glance was still adressed to her lap.

"I'm sorry, love." He finally spoke.

"About what?" She asked looking now at him. What she saw was guilt.

"For being always the one that causes you problems." On her face appared surprise.

"Why do you say that? Just because Emily is your daughter it doesn't mean that it's your fault." She knew how much Cal always thought that he was just a problem for her, that he would have ruined her life one day, but Gillian never agreed. He was her best friend, the one she could always make her laugh, the one she could go to when something was wrong, the one wherewith she spend the best moments, the one who always saved her from the dangerous situations they put into, the one who knew her like nobody else, the one who always cared the most of her. She just wanted him to see it too.

Cal looked deeply into her eyes.

"You know Gill, I'm not the kinda that says thank you so often, but when it comes to you..."

"You don't need to thank me." She said cutting him off. "Everybody would have done it."

"Actually love, you're the only one person I know that would have done somethin' like that, so thank you."

They looked into each other eyes for some seconds that seemed like an eternity, until Gillian couldn't help but hug him, he returned it. Her eyes were becoming watery again.

"For real Cal, you don't have to feel giulty. You didn't tell him to do it, or me to protect Emily." She said while they were still hugging. He just nodded.

"You should get some rest, love." He said breaking their hug, but staying anyway so close to her and strocking her hair.

"Also a shirt I think." She said trying to make it funny, make it better. Lightman hinted a smile. She was still only with her bra and his coat on and Lightman's eyes lighted up at this view, something that Gillian noticed.

"You know, my jacket really suits you, darlin'." She let out a little laugh, but returned serious very quick. She took a deep breath and then asked him.

"Can you...can you stay for the night?" She didn't dare to look at him, just at her hands. He could ear the need in her voice.

"Course I will, love." He said strocking her arm. She aimed her eyes on him, and on her face appeared for a second an expression of happiness and relief.

Next chapther will start with what happend the night. :)