Gillian kept her eyes on him for a moment and realized he actually never asked her if she 'felt like it'. If it was for a case, he just told her or somebody else to get in. Sometimes he also improvised some strange, impulsive and annoying things with people around him if he wanted the truth. This time it was different, he asked her, he gave her the possibility to choose, to say yes or no. Maybe it was because this topic was his blind spot since his childhood, but also because Gillian herself has always been his blind spot.

She took a deep breath, swallowed and then nodded. She slowly made her way to him and, as soon as she was close enough, his hand was on her shoulder and his eyes fixed on hers to make sure she wasn't feeling forced to. On her lips appeared a slight smile that reassured him and his hand took hers, leading them in the cube. When they got in it, you couldn't not notice the way the man sitted in front of them looked at Gillian. It was a mix of pride and lust, something that made her stomach flip, but also Cal's. Lightman made his way to the chair and, while Foster was doing the same, he took her hand once again and made her sit on his lap. Her body tensed a bit at first, but he coughed. It was their sign when they had a plan while they were talking to a potential criminal, or somebody that was hiding something.

"It makes you feel proud, doesn't it?" He didn't said anything, just kept watching them with fake surprise. "You can smile if you want, no problem." His eyes examinating Gillian's body. "I can see it right there, your lips can't help but curve into a smile seein' bruises or scars."

"I don't wanna lie to you Dr. Lightman, so yes, it does." Cal studied him and what he thought since the interview started, grudgingly, was confirmed.

"So, it's true." His muscles didn't move an inch, except for his lips that were opening because he was talking.

"What?" The first hint of actually confusion appeared on the maniac's face.

"You like her." It came out of his throat with a single voice effusion. Gillian gazed for the first time up at them, since she couldn't stand it previously. "I mean, maybe not emotionally, but physically...a lot." He felt his best friend's breath increase, so he tightned his grip on her.

"You don't know anything of me." For the first time the man in front of them became serious.

"I know she excites you." He was pushing him at the edge. "She does it to me, too."

"Cal." Said softly Gillian, thinking he was going too far, but he didn't consider her.

"Unfortunately she's mine." This made the psychologist turn her face completely to him, eyes wide open. It didn't bother her actually to hear it from him, she knew he was making this up, but she couldn't miss the hint of excitement on him saying that. This was going to be dangerous. "Am I right, luv?" Her heart skipped a beat. His eyes were begging her to role with it, that he knew what he was doing and that everything would have been okay. She swallowed once again and then replied,

"Completely yours." They kept starring at each other for seconds that seemed an eternity, untill Gillian felt a bulge under her. She sorta always knew she aroused him, but never realised how much and how quickly. Just pretendind to be together, just hearing from her that she was his, he became this hard. She couldn't help but imagine how big he got when a couple of months ago they kissed, pretending to be interested in doing a porn movie for a case they were working on.

"Show me it." The man broke the silence and their gaze.

"Show ya what?" It was as Cal had been under the spell of Gillian's eyes and just woke up. Because it was like that, her eyes could take him away.

"Show me she's yours." It was clear he didn't fully believe him, but he was so irritated and Lightman knew he needed the last push.

He turned to face his best friend who was still on his lap and noticed how tense she was now. He gave her a look that told her he was going to do something that crossed the line, but waited until he got a sign from her. At first, she didn't want to, not because of Cal himself, but because it was all so sudden. At the same time she understood this was going to led them to the truth and set her and Emily free from this. She approached a little to his face, making him know she was in and his hands came softly on her cheeks. His face was always closer until they lips met. Cal could swear his heart stopped beating, the feeling of kissing her felt like heaven for him. She didn't immediately return it, but melted a moment later discovering what a good kisser Lightman could be and didn't really do it thinking of the interview anymore. His hands traveled from her face, to her shoulders, going all the way to her arms, stopping on her hips, but not so low. His touch was tender and soft, not the passionate one used while kissing. Still, it gave her chills. She remembered the last time this happened, it was so different. It was beautiful, but this time it was magnificent.

When they broke apart, they were both brething a bit heavier than usually. Gillian cheeks became reddish and how cute is she, he thought. That damn mask of his, she thought. She was showing him everything. How amazing this was for her, how much it could relax her nerves, how it surprised her. She didn't want to let him see all of this, but it was stronger than her.

When they were done, they got what they needed. The man broke down seeing their kiss and told finally the truth. He always used to chase women and rape them, but just for a night. When he saw Gillian he got affected by her body and beauty. He liked her, of course not with his heart, but with his mind. When he first followed her and saw what an amazing friendship she had with his best friend, how smart she was and on what her work was based on, he knew he had to do more. So, he chased also Emily to make sure to have something to threat her with. When he first came to her and pushed her harshly on the wall, he realized how seeing people suffer or got hurt excited him, so added beating to the rape. Luckly, he never wanted to do anything with Em, since teenagers didn't stimulated him.

When everybody were home, Lightman came to Gillian's office, where she stayed the rest of the evening. She said she wanted to stay alone for a while and start to do again some work, so the normality of her life would have had come back. He knew she wanted to stay alone so much because of their kiss.

"You ready, love?" He waited at the entrance of her office, since he didn't want to invade her space...not again.

"For what?" She wanted to act as normal as possible, not making him notice how much what happened before affected her. She didn't even know why, it wasn't the first time they did it, but this time it was so different for her and couldn't understand what had been so different.

"Dinner at my house, have you forgot?" He made his first steps closer to her.

"Oh, right. It went out of my mind." She didn't dare to look at him in the eyes for more than two seconds. "I will take my things."

"I'll wait for you at the entrance." She nodded and he starred at her for a moment, realizing how nervous she was now around him, and then left. After a minute she came out of her office with her coat on and smiled at him.

"Thank you for inviting me." She said while they were on their way out. It was clear she was doing everything so they wouldn't have had to talk about the kiss.

"No preblem, love." He replied putting his arm around her waist.

"What are we going to eat?"

"I was thinkin' pizza. Em and I always do it on Fridays."

"Is there also the dessert?" He let out a little laugh and faced her.

"You're incredible, Gillian Foster."

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When they got home, Emily was already there. It took them to go in the living room, before she run downstairs with a wide smile on her face.

"Hey you two, I already set everything up in the kitchen for pizza. And do not object on the fact that we're going to do it, instead of ordering it." She was so happy when her father was with Gillian, even more since he told her that he was in love with her. Her smile disappeared when her eyes looked at the woman in front of her. "Oh God, Gillian what happened?" She asked worried seeing the scar on the cheek and the signs still visible on her neck. It was beautiful how the two of them both loved and cared for each other, even if there weren't any blood ties.

Gillian looked at Cal to see what he wanted to let her know about that, after all she was his daughter, not hers.

"She had an accident, but why don't we first eat and talk about it later? I'm quite hungry." He didn't want to ruin the dinner, she seemed so happy to make pizza all together.

"Okay, well...are you okay now?" Gillian smiled to reassure her, they knew the girl didn't fully believe them, and replied,

"Yes, I am. Thank you."

A moment later they were all making a mess in the kitchen, scattering flour everywhere, soiling themselves with tomato sauce, Emily and Gillian eating all the ingredients before they could use them, making Cal grin, and laughing at the minimal thing. They seemed a true happy family, the one you see on TV.

"I'll never make food with both of you again." Lightman said looking at the disaster around them when they put pizzas in the oven.

"You look sexy." Said the older woman pointing at the fact that he was a worse mess than them. She tried to tease him as he did with her in the morning, keeping this time a playfully, almost ironic, tone since his daughter was there. He looked at him and then at her seeing the amusement on her face, thinking she really deserved some happiness after everything.

"I'm what?" He replied with the same tone.

"Just saying you look good with flour and tomato all over you." Cal smiled at the thought she was refering to what he told her some hours ago.

"Do you think it too, Em?" The girl laughed and thought that she never saw his dad so happy with anyne else, but Gillian.

"You're ridiculous."

"I see you have a different perspective." He replied gazing at his friend, knowing there was truth in her voice.

When they were done eating, suddnely silence bumped between them and they were all looking at their rmpity plates.

"So, now that we ate..." Cal brought his eyes to her, knowig it was time. "can you two tell me what really happened? I'm not a human truth machine, but I can feel you are both hiding something." Also Gillian aimed her eyes to the girl, then to Cal and again at her plate, eventually taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Emily, we need to ask you something." Lightman took a picture from his poket and opened it, placing it in front of his daughter, who they both saw that she recognized the face.

"Have you ever saw him around?" He said with an hint of fear about what she could say.

"Yeah, the last two weeks he was always out of school. He used starring at me and my friends, he kinda frightned me."

"Did he talk you?" Worry in her father voice was growing always more.

"No, never."

They both looked at each other and then back at Emily.

"What was this look?" She asked now worried too seeing how serious the adults in front of her became. "Don't tell he is the reson of it?" She barely yelled looking at Gillian. They both stayed silent, decidig on what to say. The girl was so smart, the real Cal Lightman's daughter.

As soon as they told her everything, she was looking at a fixed point on the table, thinking about what she just heard. She couldn't believe that Gillian actually did something like this for her. She loved the woman as a second mom, as a big sister and knew she returned it, but never realized how much. She was trying to choose the right words to say, but failed and decided to just get up from her chair and hug the woman next to her.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this for me. I really am." Gillian hold her closer to her, feeling that she was about to cry.

"It wasn't your fault Emily. Don't blame yourself." She said as she broke their hug. The teenager just looked at the ground, but gazed back up when she felt an hand on her shoulder. It was her dad, who put is right arm around her and the left one around Gillian, pulling them both in a hug. There were two people in the world were his everything, that he was lost without and they were right there. He couldn't explain how seeing sorrow on them made him feel, so he prefered to keep them i his arms. He loved them, he loved them so fucking much.