A/N: I still want to apologize. I know that now it takes too much for me to write chapthers, but believe me when I say I'm really busy lately. I promise that I won't give up on this story.

Not really sure about this, hope you'll like it anyway. PS: thanks for the reviews. :)

While Gillian was taking a shower, Cal changed into some clothes that he used as a pajamas. He leaft them there once when he slept at her house. The images from an hour ago kept tortouring him. He always wanted the best for Gillian, he hated to see her suffer. He knew what being abused means, it destroys you physically and mentally. The bruises and the scars go away, but the memory never leaves you. He knew how much breaking up with Alec and Burns hurt her, how lonely she felt, how much she lost hope of being loved again. He knew this was just too much for her, he knew she was crying in the shower. Now he only wanted to do everything in his power to make her feel better, to be the best friend she has been with him.

Suddnely the voice of Foster distracted him from his thoughts.

"I think this belongs to you." She said giving him back his jacket.

"And I wonder how many things I forgot here." He said noticing that she was wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts he thought was lost, but apparently has been with her all this time. She let out a little laugh.

"You know, I wanted to give it back to you, but then I tried it on and well...now it is my favourite pajamas." Lightman really had to be honest, she was kinda sexy with his clothes on.

"Should I add stealer to your talents?" He joked and she punched him playfully on his shoulder. "Hey, it was a compliment! You and I, in the past, could have been amazin' partners in crime, love." She laughed harder.

"And now we are partners at work, what a bad luck we had." She said ironic. He laughed. Gillian didn't smile so often that week and was so grateful to have Cal. He always been able to make her forget about everything when they were together.

"How's the wound?" He asked placing softly a hand on her hip.

"Good. I disinfected it and put a plaster on...it...it doesn't hurt anymore." He knew she still didn't forget what she went through the past days, of course it still ached, but didn't want to let it show too much. "Why don't we go upstairs, I'm a little sleepy." He nooded and they made their way to her bedroom. Gillian sat on the bed with her back leaning to the headboard, and made him sign with her hand to sit next to her. Cal wasn't really sure about it, he didn't want to cross the line. Actually he never cared about it, but wanted to respect her. She insisted.

"Come on, I don't eat people."

"Not even with an extra sugary chocolate glaze on?" He joked sitting on the bed next to her. She giggled.

"You're such an idiot."

"An idiot that makes you laugh, luv." She smiled in agreedment. For a second they both stayed silent, staring into space, until Gillian spoke.

"Can I ask you something, Cal?"

"Course, love." She took a deep breath and then faced him. Her blue eyes shined at the moonlight.

"Why do you call me 'love'? I mean, I like it but just...why?" Lightman stared at her for about a minute before he could be able to say something. He actually never questioned it.

"I don't know, love. It just pops out." Gillian studied him searching for another answer. She looked at her hands, but quickly her eyes were still back on his.

"What do you see when you look at me?"

"Why are ya askin' me that?" She said nothing, just kept staring at him showing that she really didn't have a clue why she was demanding him those questions, she just felt the need to do it. "All right. I see one of the people I love and care the most." He eventually said taking one of her hands. She knew this was true, but at the same time knew there was something else; anyway Gillian didn't go any further. She just smiled and even if it was a real one, it didn't reach her eyes anyway.

"You should rest now, Gill." His voice was so soft and his thumb was strocking her cheek. She nodded. "When was the last time you had a decent sleep, luv?" He could see how tired she was since the first day he noticed something was wrong.

"Days ago." She answered putting her head on his shoulder. "If I closed my eyes he kept showing up in my nightmares." He just caressed her hand that he was previously holding; it was his way to tell her that she didn't have to be scared or worry about anything anymore.

They didn't talk anymore and it didn't take a lot because Gillian fell asleep. Lightman carefully laid her down and covered her with blankets. "Goodnight love." He whisperd softly and was about to go away, but Gillian took his arm before he could leave.

"Where are you going?" She asked, still in a sleepy mood.

"Spare room, love."

"Stay here, please." He didn't need the lights on to see her expression of hope with a hint of fear. "I don't wanna be alone tonight. I need someone, I need you." The last words hit Cal. Even a blind would notice that she really meant what she said.

"You sure?" As much as he wanted to stay with her, it felt so good first to have her next to him sleeping, he also didn't want to make it strange or something.

"I'm asking it Cal, of course I'm sure." She was so firm. Gillian knew that she always been the one bringing up the line, but after all it was such an innocent thing. It was just needing her best friend after everything she went through, plus it wasn't the first time they slept together. She remembered the last time, after Cal risked to be shot at the Lightman Group. When everything was over he run away, without talking to anybody. It was his way to relax after a traumatic situation. The same night he came to her house to see if she was okay, and asked her if he could sleep in the spare room. He actually didn't sleet there. They ate ice cream on her couch talking about random things, trying to forget everything. Suddnely they fell asleep, without even noticing it. Maybe it was because they were both tired, maybe because they both didn't want to stay alone that night, or maybe just because it felt so good and comfortable to be in each other arms. They were best friends and that's what best friends do: being there if one of them needed it, sharing beautiful and bad times together; and then, sleeping together disn't mean they had to have sex or anything.

Lightman hesitated for a minute, but then made his way under the sheets with her.

"Guess I have no choice, luv." He said obviously ironic, he loved the feeling of her this close to him.

"No, you don't." She nuggled into his chest, closing her eyes. He could hear her heartbeat.

"I hope you don't mind." She was referring about them being in the same bed, in her bed, this close, sleeping together. As much as she felt comfortable with it, she also wanted him to feel the same.

"I didn't want to stay alone tonight either." She smiled and they both enjoyed the moment.