Created myself some bad habits, without a rest I switch heads. The decaying door was left open, relentless mania introduces itself. And I get a compelling urge to run. (-Author unknown)
-5-
October 2012
"Are you serious?! We should get Wallowski involved." Gillian paced again. Her steps lead her up and down in front of her desk. "Even though it's not her department, but maybe she can help." Gillian looked up at him and seek his eyes. "She has connections, right?" She asked him and is already a few steps further in her head. You could say that she wasn't really waiting for an answer. They had to stop these happenings, that's what was going through her mind and she tried to figure out how. Maybe there is a way out.
Cal just stood there and watched her. Rocking back and forth on his heels. Hands deep in his trousers. "I still know some people at the CIA. Maybe they could take a look." When she realized that Cal didn't agree or disagree with her, she stopped. "You've been unusual quiet." She nodded towards him.
"Gill." He started, voice calm, almost soothing, as if he wanted to lull her in. "I told you these things, they're entirely my own damn problem. And I'm not sure how any person could help here."
"I do."
"I know you want to."
"Listen, Cal." She interrupted him. "You're not going to block me out on this."
"I…" She left no time for him to argue. "This is also my business, Cal. And." She paused her steps. "We are now in this together. More than only as business partners." Cal thought she said the last bit as if she wasn't so amused with it. "I want to figure this out with you." She emphasized again, as if he didn't get it the first time around. "Let's make a plan."
Cal watched as Gillian got into motion again, took her laptop to sit down on the couch. She pointed for him to sit next to her.
He could hardly argue against her on that matter. So he sat down and watched her brain work.
"Would you tell me about this?" She reaches for his chin and presses his sides a little together. His glassed eyes close a little. They are standing in his kitchen. Once again. Yes, it seemed like that also happens a lot these last months. Gillian wonders how she felt about that. Maybe it started to feel a little like home in his house as well. She thinks she likes it. The feeling at home part, not the beard part. Well, she didn't make her mind up about that just yet. "Do you like it?" He asks. She looks him up and down. Just shortly, so he doesn't notice it. But who was she kidding? He would notice it, but if he would let her know that was something differently. He was standing there in a black shirt and blue trousers. Glasses on. A beard more fully than usual. His hair starting to get longer, a few grey strands now mingling as well. She was away for a whole fucking week and he just decided to take that as an opportunity to just let his beard grow? Gillian muses further. She wasn't sure when the last time was, that she saw him with one like that. Must have been years. Maybe after his divorce of Zoe? Gillian has to swallow, because she realised she liked it. Yep. Maybe she even loved it. Her cheeks suddenly flush and she feels how her gut tightens. Damn. Yes. It made her feel really funny inside. But! She tries to think. What was the reason behind him letting it grow?
"How are you feeling?" She asks instead of answering him. Gillian raises her chin. Trying to gain some self control, trying to stop herself from letting his smell get into her head. Uff. Boom. Boom. Boom. It's really hard, as he is coming closer and closer towards her.
"Well. That is a deflection, if I ever heard one, darlin'." He steps even closer. He seems curios now. When she doesn't answer, he pushes against her body.
"I'm feeling bloody good." His voice low. Cal is leading her against the kitchen island. The small of her back makes contact with the rim of the counter. Gillians hands grip behind her, to steady herself. "What about you? How are you feeling?" He continues. He is almost pressing his body into hers now. She feels his tights against hers and the warmth of his torso is creeping through her shirt. Not being able to deny the effect he has on her any longer, she answers his first question: "I love it." Okay: she caves.
And then it happens fast. His lips are on hers in an instant, his right hand already feeling it's way under her shirt. Gillian sighs into him. Not having him around her for a week wasn't as easy as she thought. But every thought about, anything, really, and her attempt to have a catch- up-conversation with him are gone now. They definitely should catch up. Perhaps later, she thinks.
"So. That's it. That's how I live." Eli is standing in a small room. A dark green wall behind himself. Bookshelves, desk, and a bed fill the space. Cal lifts the box that he is holding in his hand onto the desk. "Alright. That should work." He says and suddenly feels a little awkward.
"You want a beer?" Eli asks him. "I've some in the fridge. I think it's your favorite."
"How would you know what's my favorite?"
"Alright. I get it." Eli replies and leaves the room.
Cal grabs into his pocket and takes his mobile phone to write a message.
"He lives like my 18 year old." Cal sends the message. And when he doesn't get an instant reply, he sends another one. "I bet theres's porn under his bed." He grins to himself and looks around. Then walking towards the bed and creeping a look under it. But there's just dust. What a pity. His phone makes some noise and he checks the text. "I'm at work and have to concentrate." Says the first one. Then another one comes in. "Be nice."
Cal smirks at that and Eli enters the room again. Two beers in his hand. It's actually is his favorite. Cal is impressed. Eli offers it to him and he takes it.
"So." Eli sips on his and turns to the box on the desk. "Shall we start with work then?"
Next: November 2012
