And we are back! So sorry for the delay, this will be the last chapter for 'Suit and Tie'. Second story to follow soon. It's been a wonderful ride and I hope you continue to read the upcoming story as well. As this is the final chapter I have re written it several times it has taken some time. i wanted it to have a good end and a good beginning for the next case. I had this twisted thought weeks ago and wanted to incorporate it into the story as well which created its own difficulty with this chapter. I know not everyone will be happy with it. Or happy with the characters. But please give it a shot, give it a read. I have so many ideas for the next story I cant wait to explore. Thank you again for all the support I would not keep this up if not for your love support and reviews.

I turn my camera on

I cut my fingers on the way, on the way

When I turn my feelings on

I turn my feelings on inside

I turn my camera on by spoon

Sitting at his desk at the Lightman Group, Cal stared at his computer. His chin resting on his knuckles, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his feet resting on his desk. Moving the mouse and clicking reply again, he stared at the computer, watching the footage once more. The spring rain hitting his window making it hard to hear what was said but unwilling to turn the volume up in fear of someone over hearing.

Hearing heels click down the hall, he looked down at the corner of his computer screen. Seven fifty a.m. was still early, before business hours, but late for her. He heard the sound of high heels getting louder and louder before it the sound drew fainter in the distants.

Keeping his eyes locked on the screen, he watched the footage intently until it ended once more. Reaching for his coffee cup on the table, he took a large swig of the black liquid and hit replay on his computer again.

This is the last time I am watching this. How many times did you watch it last night, mate? Are you trying to desensitize yourself to it? The more you watch, the less it will affect you is that it? Maybe you will see something you didn't see the first time….Maybe you will hear something telling you didn't hear the first time. Well, it hasn't worked yet. You hardly slept last night; you got here early to watch it in better quality. And it feels just the same as it did the first time you watched it….The fuck is wrong with you, mate.

"Wow, did something happen? You piss Foster off and now trying to make up for it?... You're never here early." Loker said in complete shock as he entered Cals office without knocking. Cal was so distracted by his own thoughts and the video that he did not notice the young employees' entrance until he spoke. Pulling his eyes away from his computer and looking at the man, he watched him awkwardly stand holding a thick stack of folders.

"And you still haven't learned to knock after all of these years." I'm going to start charging you every time you don't knock. "Keep it up, and you might not have a paycheck by the end of the week." He snapped more aggressively than intended. Watching Loker's eyes widen in total surprise and fear from hearing his threat.

Damn it, you need to calm down. Just because you had a bad night doesn't mean you get to berate Loker. Even if he hasn't learned how to knock on a bloody door.

Huffing and rubbing the bridge of his nose, he continued, "What is it, Loker? What do you need?"

"Um, well, these were just dropped off for you; an employee of that Lavigne guy had them delivered. I was going to put them on your desk." He waved the folders in the air as he walked further into his office, looking uneasy.

"Did he now?" Cal said, his voice dripping with condescension as he reached his hand out, grabbing the folders from Loker quickly with irritation.

"Yeah… I can help with whatever it is if you need it, or whatever you're working on there-" Loker pointed to the back of the computer screen.

"That won't be needed. You can go." He said it sharply as he waved Loker away with his hand. Looking down at the folders, absent-mindedly thumbing through the documents. Doing his best to appear interested in the folders, no longer looking up at his young employee.

"oookaaay then." Loker turned around quickly, leaving his office silently, closing the door behind himself.

Cal tossed the documents onto the table, not even bothering to look at them as he looked back at the computer screen. Moving his mouse he Restarted the video from the beginning once again.

Several minutes passed as he stared, hypnotized by his computer screen. A soft, familiar knock broke his trance as he finally looked up from the screen after what felt like hours.

He closed his overly worked eyes, closing them until they stopped burning. Finally opening his eyes, he watched as Gillian entered his office. Looking down at her black stilettos clicking on the floor, up to the black long-sleeve dress she was wearing. Fitting her figure perfectly as it nipped in at the waist, the bust line straight and high enough to not show any cleavage.

Isn't that like closing the barn doors after the cows got out darling?

His eyes drew from her dress to her neck, his eyes glued to what he saw. A matching black scarf hung snug around her delicate neck.

Lowering his hand under the desk, he balled his fist as he looked at the black material. Closing his mouth and exhaling through his nose.

"Porn Cal? It's eight a.m." She smiled softly, shaking her head as she walked further into his office. Her hand coming up to grasp onto the back of the chair across from his own.

"It's for a case." He wanted to smile back at her, but he couldn't; the pit in his stomach would not let him. His memories of the video hitting him in the guts repeatedly.

I can't even fake a smile…me a man known for how bloody well he can lie. And i can't even put on a façade of fake happiness to save my life right now.

He watched as her eyes searched his, studying him and reading him.

"Long night, Gillian?" he said quickly, trying to distract her from his odd behavior.

Looking down at the ground and then back at him, she licked her lips before hesitating to speaking.

"I'm sorry…for not texting… I got home late. Went straight to bed." She said it apologetically, biting her lower lip softly.

Looking away from her eyes, he looked at the computer screen again as the video continued to play.

That first part was true, but you didnt go straight to bed now, did ya? Had a much longer night than you were letting on. Based on the slight darkness under your eyes you didn't get much sleep. And I know why luv.

Opening his eyes again, he looked at his partner, who was waiting for him to speak. Looking slightly concerned.

"It's alright, luv. You don't have to feel guilty for not texting me last night. I know you had your hands full after last night. "

Unable to stop himself, he watched as flashes of shock and embarrassment appeared on her face.

"-Not ya fatha after. You don't need to check in with me." He forced a tight-lipped smile, a dishonest one that a child could see through.

"Im… Sorry about that…about last night… I shouldn't have-"

"You had every right, darling; how many times have I said you were mothering me?"

"many times." She said it softly with a nod; he could see the hurt on her face.

Turning off his computer screen, he got up and walked over to the front of his desk to be closer to her.

"Many times ive said it and neva apologized, cause I was a right wanka….I'm sorry, darling, for many things."

"Are you feeling OK? You never apologize." She searched his face with worry.

"Yeah, well, I'm trying to be a better man these days… I told you I'd do whatever it takes." He smiled softly as she looked down to smile along with him.

"I didn't think that change would go into effect so quickly." She said it hesitantly, arching a curious brow at him.

"What can I say… I'm determined." They locked eyes with one another, wordless, both knowing the unsaid words.

Can I really change? Can I not go back to my ways? I'm trying to be better for you. I want to be better for you. I can change. But I know that look you are giving me; you're not sure if I can. After everything, this case, Zoe… Maybe that's why you did what you did last night.Maybe you finally gave up on any hope for me.

The normal, comfortable silence between the two partners was filled with unease.

"We should get started for the day." She forced a quick smile as she got up from the chair.

Grabbing the files Loker had previously given him, he stood side by side with her. Walking silently to the door, with her following closely behind. His eyes never left the scarf around her neck.

Turning around as she reached for the door handle, Gillian placed her hand on his chest before quickly removing it. Normally having no hesitation in touching him, his heart sank at the flash of hurt and self-reproach on her features as her hand quickly recoiled from him.

"are…we good?" The words came from her mouth so quietly that he thought he imagined her saying them. Watching her features seeing the anticipation on her as she waited for his answer, he knew he had heard her right.

Are we good? I've hurt you countless times to push you away. When I finally pull my head from my arse and we finally move In a direction I could only dream of… I mess it up. To the point you went and did what you did last night. I know you didn't do what you did to hurt me. You'd never tell me what you did in a million years and if you did I wouldn't believe you. But I saw it with my own two eyes. Part of me wonders if I have rewatched it just to see that its real, that I didn't imagine it. Didn't imagine you. Seeing that video, woke something deep within me. It's driving me fucking mad and I don't know if I can ever go back to before seeing it. So are we good? Does this make us even for the countless pains I have caused you? For the new pain you have caused me?

"Where always good luv." He said it with warmth and honesty.

Because as much as I hurt right now I love you more then any pain you can cause me.

He Reached forward, kissing her on the top of the forehead. Moving away he Grabed the door for her, holding it open as they walked out of his office

Cal sat down at his desk after his employees had all left for the day, resting his shoes heels on his desk as he reclined in his chair. Sighing in exhaustion at the long day, he closed his eyes for a moment. A knock at the door drew his attention as it opened shortly after.

Gillian stood at the open door, her coat in her arms, as her other hand held the door handle. The scarf still draped around her neck having never left its place all day.

"If you're going to fall asleep at the office, it's better to sleep on your couch, Cal." She smiled warmly.

Unable to hold a smile back, he grinned at his partner, his first honest smile of the day.

"I was actually about to head home in a few moments,Thank you very much."

"I can keep you company while you finish if you'd like," she offered.

"You head home, darling; you had a long night last night. I'd hate to make it a habit for you." He stretched his legs down from his desk, reaching forward and turning his computer on.

"As you wish….Have a good night, Cal." She turned to walk out but was soon stopped by his voice.

"about Perry-"

Gillian turned around, a flash of worry quickly fading from her features as she nodded.

"Yes?"

"are we going to take his case?" He tilted his head, watching her.

"It's not his case; it's his friends'."

"Ah, correct distinction, luv….see If it were his case, that would make him a client again, wouldn't it?" he said unable to keep the condescension from his voice.

"That is true but he wouldn't and isnt because this is his friend's case." She said it with a flicker of irritation as she let go of the door. Putting her other arm around her waist in a self-soothing gesture

Stop it, mate. You're jealous, angry and hurt, but this isn't helping. Keep this up, and she will question what you know, how you know it and you don't want that.

"Do you want to take the case?" he asked, leaning forward in his chair.

"I did not have time to read the files his office dropped off yet with how busy we were…Did you?"

"I did yes with what limited downtime we did have."

"and?"

"And I'm asking you, Gillian."

"I trust you, Cal… always have. If you honestly think this is a valid case, then let's help this man find the truth."

You trust me, always have? You wouldn't trust me anymore if you knew what I did to you, darling. You're a rubbish human mate. A real piece of work.

Unable to speak, Cal simply nodded at her.

"goodnight Cal… Try and get some sleep." She smiled at him as she walked out of his office, closing the door behind herself.

Looking back at his computer screen, he held the mouse over the video player.

Don't do it not again; just delete the video, mate. Just delete it.

Clicking the video player, he right-clicked with his mouse over the video until it showed "Delete." Letting his mouse stay over the screen for several moments staring at the words "delete". Unable to bring himself to click it, he backed out and selected "Play" instead. Turning up the volume on the video, he sat close to the screen, watching it intently.

The video began with the first section of the security cameras showing the elevators chiming open as Perry Lavigne appeared. Walking down the hallway, the video showed the next camera feed of Perry knocking at Gillians' office door, letting himself in. The video switched to Gilliam's office feed. She was sitting at her desk, typing away at her computer. Her head rose as Perry entered. The camera was placed in the top left corner of her office, giving Cal a view of both of their faces.

"You forget something, Perry?" She asked, looking back at her computer, seeming unbothered or surprised by his appearance.

Walking to the front of her desk, standing before her, he grinned wickedly, licking his lips.

"Now I wouldn't say I forgot something, no… You are staying rather late, aren't you? Where is Doctor Lightman? I figured he was the type to not let you be left alone so late. He's very protective of you, as I remember you saying."

"I'm a big girl; I can handle myself. Is there a reason you came back here, Mr. Lavigne? It's almost after midnight, so technically, if you needed something further with your case, you have a couple minutes contractually." She teased him, resting her elbow on her desk and placing her chin on her palm.

"Now what did I say about you not calling me that?" he grinned back, pacing back and forth as she watched his every move.

"It is rather close to midnight, Doctor Foster, as you said. I am, after all, no longer your client as of tomorrow, is that correct?" He asked, raising a brow at her with a cocky smirk.

"That is true." She answered, leaning back in her chair folding her arms under her chest.

"And your rule of not dating clients… Well, if I'm not a client, then it would not be against your personal policy, I gather?"

"That would be a correct determination." Gillian bit her lower lip, looking at the man in front of her.

Leaning forward and bracing his hands on the desk, he leaned his body over. "So technically speaking, you'd still be a good girl, correct?" He licked his lips, looking heatedly at her.

Looking up at him, her gaze quickly went to the camera in the corner of her office, locking eyes with it. Looking back at her computer, she clicked a few buttons, and the camera feed cut out.

Moments of black appeared on the video screen. Cal watched the dark screen remembering the panic of the night before. The back and fourth thoughts of closing his laptop and forgetting what he saw. Or using his master controls on the camera to turn the camera back on. The later thoughts won last night as the video continued moments later.

Gilliam now standing in front of her desk, and Perry a few feet away.

"Not exactly what I was hoping for… but I will take what you are willing to give." Perry said someone defeated.

"So we have an understanding?" Gillian asked, leaning back until her backside rested against her desk.

Four minutes had gone unseen. Cal cursed himself again for not restating the camera sooner, having no idea what was discussed between the two during those missed moments.

What understanding? What does that mean? And why was he so disappointed?

Looking at the camera timer, it showed eleven fifty-eight in the top corner. Perry walked closer to Gillian, placing his hand on the side of her face, his thumb drawing over her lower lip.

Eleven fifty-nine. Cal closed his eyes in anticipation, opening them again to watch the video.

"That we do, Gillian." He slid his thumb down her lip, letting it caress slowly. Her hand catching his, holding it in place at her jaw.

"It's not tomorrow yet." She smiled coyly.

"Always the good girl." He grinned back, as her hand dropped when the clock struck Midnight.

"Est-ce que tu le prends comme une gentille fille?" He asked in a deep voice, sliding his hand down her chin, grabbing her throat tightly pulling her closer to him.

She reached her hand out, grabbing his tie and pulling him to her as she kissed him heatedly. Kissing her back with equal fever, he held her throat tight, turning her neck as he kissed down her side.

Moving his hand from her neck, Cal could see the redness already forming on her delicate skin on the video. His mind thinking again to the scarf hung around her neck today, more then likely hiding the now bruises.

Perrys hands moved to her shoulders, pulling the side of her dress down.

Releasing her grip on his tie, she brought her hands to her dress, pulling the other side down as it dropped to the floor. Standing before him in a white lace bra and matching panties underneath, her heels still adorned her feet. Perry gripped her by the waist, easily lifting her on top of her desk as she shoved his blazer off of his large frame.

Cals heart rushed again at the site of her partial nudity, looking away the first time watching the video. Now unable to look away.

Kissing her passionately as she untied his tie and began unbottoning his shirt, Perry halted her hands. Grabbing her wrists firmly and putting them at her side She gave him a puzzled look before he kneeled in front of her, dropping her legs over his shoulders.

Cal's fist balled tightly at his side as he closed his eyes again.

I'm fooling myself; this hasn't gotten easier to watch; it's equally painful every bloody time.

Crossing his legs, he cursed his own body's reaction as she arched her back, her ribs exposed even more prominently as her breasts heaved with each moan.

Watching the woman you're in love with experience a moment of ecstasy is normally a rather enjoyable moment. Watching another man be the reason for it is gut wrenching. What do you think you're going to see, mate? That she doesn't actually want him; she wants you? It seems like the only thing she is thinking about is the French bastard between her thighs.

Minutes passed as Cal debated fast-forwarding the video but did not want to risk not seeing something on her face. The end finally approached as she sat back on her elbows in exhaustion. Her chest heaving as Perry made his way up her body, kissing a path to her chest.

"Do you want to grab a drink together?" he lazily asked, kissing her skin.

"I…want to go home, actually." She replied out of breath.

Backing away from her chest, as she sat up.

"Then take me the fuck home." He grinned at her, causing her to laugh softly.

Cal rubbed the bridge of his nose as the video showed them getting dressed and exiting her office. Walking to the elevator together, the video ended.

The bottom corner of the video player showing ticker of how many times the video has been played.

Eight times, eight bloody times, and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. Feel better watching this for the eight time, mate? Could have been worse. Could have been longer, could have been Perrys gigantic…stop it! Why did you turn the camera back on? ….because you can't help yourself when it comes to her. She's always been the one you know the most about and know nothing about at the same time. You're a real piece of shit. She's your best fucking friend. You invaded her privacy, and now you continue to invade that privacy every bloody time you watch this.

Turning his computer off, he got up from his desk and walked out of his office, turning off the lights.

Maybe this is for the best. This is what I needed to see—that as much as I love her, as much as I am in love with her, maybe this is it. We aren't meant to be. Perry could make her happy, right? Be a better man than me. Wouldn't hurt her like I have and continue to do. Perry wouldn't have watched that video…. Perry might have watched the video… He just better not hurt her; she's had enough men to hurt her for a lifetime.

Turning the hall lights off in the building, he walked into the elevator, pressing the parking garage button.

Then again, maybe Perry and her were a one-off; she did say she was not looking for someone to love her right now. She could have just wanted someone for the night or at that moment. She was pissed at me. How many times have you snagged Zoe because you where mad at Gil? God knows I've done it more times than I can count. Doesn't mean you care about that person. Doesn't mean you want a relationship with that person. She wasn't lying when she said she wasn't looking for someone to love her right now; she meant it. But if she isn't looking for someone to love her, why would she want to start anything with me? Why risk what we have already? Is it because she knows I already love her? Does she love me? Or is that just wishful thinking on both accounts?

Getting into his car, he started the engine and drove home. Walking inside, he tossed his car keys on the counter. Flopping his body down onto his couch, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and sat it on the coffee table. Seeing the light flash on it signaling that a text has been received. Sighing to himself, he opened the text, "Gillian."

"You make it home?"

Smiling to himself at the four simple words he texted back.

'Just did.'

'late night?'

'I could say the same to you, luv. Shouldn't you be in bed?'

Feeling his stomach twist after he entered the text.

You probably are in bed, just not alone now, are you? Or did he just leave?

"I could say the same to you, Cal."

'touche'

"Learning more French without your tutor? I'm insulted.'

He laughed loudly while reading her text.

She makes you happy.

"I would never dream of it, luv. You in for the night?"

"Not just yet; I'm taking a bath at the moment."

"What no invite?" He chuckled to himself at his own cheeky question.

The rapid response of the text stopped, and the message showed as read for several long minutes.

Shit, maybe it's too soon to joke like that after last night's fight. Her text right before this was rather flirtatious, though...

Gillians' text finally popped up on his phone.

"Not this time, Cal."

You pushed it too far, mate. She was just being playful earlier; she's not interested like that.

"We will see if you keep your word first, then maybe an invitation. Get some sleep, Cal."

He was at a complete loss for words after reading the incoming text.

I was not expecting that at all; she's saying there is still a chance?

He grinned widely at his phone while texting her back.

'I'm a man of my word, darling; count on it. Get some rest, luv.'

Standing up he made his way to his bedroom, dressing for bed before crawling under the covers.

If she is saying there I still a chance then whatever she had or has with Perry is temporary and she knows it. I can be a patient man, I will show you that I can change.