Hi everyone! Yes, I'm back. I haven't updated this story for something like 6 months, woah. I'm sorry. I never forgot about this fanfiction or lost my love for lie to me, but so many things happened and didn't really feel as posting or writing. Anyways, I picked myself back up and found the wanting of continuing what I started. Hope you're still interested. :)

A gun. He had a gun this time. Gillian didn't have a clue about where they were, she just knew that he drove miles while she was handcuffed in the back seats. All she saw now was darkness and some spooky trees, it must have been a wood in the middle of nowhere. He suddnley stoppped the car and she felt his steps coming always closer. The man opened sharply the car's door and took her by the arm. She tried to escape from his grip, but it was extremely firm.

"I told ya! I told you not to talk with anybody!" The man launched wildly his victim on the ground and she fell on her knees. "But you didn't listen to a word." His hand on her jaw making sure she was facing him. "But you needed to be protected, and went to that friend of yours...what is his name?" He knew what his name was, but he wanted to hear it from her. "I said what is his name!" The gun was now at her temple.

"Cal." Gillian said as quickly as she could. "Cal Lightman." Her gaze came to him and she saw her death in his face. It wasn't a micro expression, but still she saw all her life in his eyes.

"You do like him, don't you?" She actually didn't know what to say that wouldn't have upset him.

"We're best friends" Her voice was barely a whisper and, even if she wasn't looking at him, she could feel his petty smile and laugh.

"Such a pity that you'll never see him again." This was the last thing he said before the trigger was pull and...and she woke up.

She suddnley woke up with her heart beating fast in her chest. The nightmare caused her to assume a sitting position and her breath to be wheezy. It took the woman some seconds to realize that she was at her house, that that man was now to jail and that it wasn't reality. Cal must have heard her, because it didn't take long before she felt an hand placing softly on her shoulder. She winced at first, but recognised immediately his grip.

"Gill...you okay, love?" He had a sleepy tone, his voice was so deep and low. Gillian always found this so sexy on men, but specially on him, specially when it was aimed to her. His head was still laying on the pillow and his eyes weren't fully open, but she could anyway see his care for her. She turned around facing him and then laid back on her side on the bed, next to him as they where before falling asleep. There was distance between them, they weren't skin to skin, but still close. Lightman never toke off his eyes from her since she harshly woke up, and his hand that was previously on her shoulder was now strocking her hair. She just kept starring at him with fear and pain all over her features and, of course, Cal saw all of that. He just tried his best to have as much as he could a calm expression, so she would relax.

"Had a bad dream, love?" He used the term 'a bad dream', not 'a nightmare'. His tone, muscles and body were so smooth and this extremely calmed her without even relizing it.

"He just won't leave me.." Her voice was cracking at the end of the sentence, she couldn't deny how hurt she still was.

"I know, love. The healing is never easy after a traumatic situation." Lightman saw the shame crossing her face, the shame you feel after being sexually abused and the sadness that comes with the imagines of what happened. He knew the feeling, he knew it better than anybody else in the world. Since he was a little boy he had to struggle with this kinda of stuff, and what was even worse is that it was from his farher, his own family. He remembers still as if it was yesterday how also her mother, the most importan woman in his life at that time, the woman who gave birth to him, being abused just as him.

"You know, those are your words love. You are the psychologist, you should know it." He said ironic to make her smile, to make her feel better, and he did. She let out a little laugh that reached her eyes and, to him, she was so beautiful when she was happy. Yeah, he couldn't see the sorrow on her. He remembers all of her smiles, they were the brightest he saw on someone. Her positivity was one of the things he always admired the most of her, and he couldn't deal with the fact that somebody would ruin all of this. She was so pure to him, she was his breath of fresh air, a truly angel sent on earth and she didn't deserve any of that. She didn't deserve all of the pain she went through the past days, it was enough grief for her after Alec, then Sophie and also Burnes. He knew she needed help from someone this time.

Her blue eyes starred at him for some seconds, before she said something.

"In the dream, he asked me if I liked you.." She saw surprise on his face, with a hint of amusemement and also arousal.

"And what have you told him?" He was so courios to know the answer, and Gillian noticed it.

"That we are best friends.." She saw the hint of disappointment on him and then relief, maybe because it was better than just saying no.

"Guess that now I should ask you the rest so you can get it out of your chest, isn't that your method love?" She laughed once more at his affermation, he was incredible.

"So, you listen to me." He smiled too, looked at her deeply and then replied.

"More than you think, love." She could feel the seriousness in his voice and she kinda knew it. She new he spent so much time starring at her at work, studying her movements, her words, her facial expressions to know what was going on her mind. She knew he always admired her, as much as she admired him, and actually never regretted his eyes on her.

She just smiled sweetly to him and yawned without even realizing it. It was so beautiful the atmosphere that there was there, so relaxed and without any tension. It was something that they always have had and something that every friendship should have.

"You better come back to sleep, Gill. You need it." Those were the last words, before she closed her eyes again and he just looked at her. He looked at her untill she completely fell asleep, she seemed so peaceful now. Her chest moving up and down slowly and the moonlight that slightly shined on her. To him it was one of the most beautiful views ever.

So, this was the chapter, hope it wasn't so boring. I already have in mind the next and it'll may come in days, anyways it will soon. How will Emily react to this and will she know it?