Cal came to on the concrete, being thrown back when the explosion went off. He looked his body over and was relieved when he didn't see anything out of sorts. His body was a little sore, but nothing was overly painful which was a good sign.

Standing up, he saw panic, pain, fear, anxiety, and heard yelling, sirens, and someone calling his name. Remembering what happened before the explosion, he turned towards Ben who had been walking with him, most likely tossed with the second bomb the way he was.

He quickly calculated how far this bomb was from the first one and felt relief knowing Gillian and Emily wouldn't see or hear it from the office. Then his mind switched over to panic because he couldn't find the phone that's always in his pocket and knew this bomb would be on the news in no time.

Before he could properly search for his phone, Ben and the other agent with them had several questions for Lightman to answer, wanting to be able to give everyone else a proper description of what to look for.

In the middle of explaining what needed to be said to the agents and officers gathered around, he stopped and pulled Ben aside. "I need you to look for my phone, Reynolds. It's a top priority here."

Ben almost laughed because he thought there was no way this man could be serious with his request, but quickly realized he was and agreed to look. "Oi, let me use your phone Reynolds!" Cal called out as the man began to search the area where Cal came to.

Ben handed Cal his phone and he quickly dialed one of the only numbers he knew by heart. He was too focused on reaching his wife that he didn't realize how worried Gillian would be seeing a number that wasn't his. Sure, she's used to their team calling her but when something this big happens, someone else calling could only mean one thing in her mind.

"Ben, thank gosh, do you know where Cal is?" Gillian rushed out, panic rising seeing Reynolds name and not her husbands.

Emily was in her lap, playing with Clara until the phone rang and then she moved closer again, rubbing Gillian's back and playing with her hair to soothe herself and Gillian. Emily still had a toy in her hand, keeping herself occupied while mommy spoke on the phone.

"It's me, Gill," Cal said just as quickly, immediately hearing the panic in his wife's voice. All he thought about was getting in touch with her, not the fact he would freak her out even more by calling from Ben's phone. "I'm okay, I'm okay, love."

Tears streamed instantly, causing Emily to sense the emotions from her mommy and burst into tears as well. Gillian held the phone between her shoulder and ear as she repositioned Emily so the baby was now chest to chest with her.

"Shh, shh, shh. It's okay baby girl, daddy's okay—he's on the phone right now baby and telling me how much he loves you. He can't wait to see his little princess, right daddy?"

Gillian knew Cal could hear what was happening and being told to the baby, receiving an 'absolutely' from him when she mentioned daddy to Emily. Clara was relieved hearing Gillian telling the baby that Cal was okay. She had no idea what to do if he wasn't—Gillian was strong enough to do absolutely anything, but the blonde didn't ever want Cal to not be there as well.

They spoke for a bit longer, struggling a little due to Emily being so upset and then ended the call. Gillian was still feeling anxious, however, was much better knowing her husband was okay. Not knowing for almost an hour was hands down the most terrifying thing she's ever gone through.

Clara took the phone so Gillian could focus her attention on Emily, while continuing to rub Gillian's back in a soothing manner. It was more for Clara than Gillian at this point, the physical comfort being something she needed to help herself stay strong.

It was a bit early for Emily's nap, but Gillian decided to put her down now because the baby had quite the day. Even though she was a private person, she felt more than comfortable in front of Clara and began nursing the baby to sleep.

Clara wanted to be polite and give Gillian the privacy she needed, however, could barely keep her eyes off the exposed skin. She had angled herself in a way that provided the most support to be comfortable along with plenty of room to hold the baby, giving Clara the perfect view.

The blanket Gillian typically put over herself when nursing in the office, because occasionally Torres or Loker flew in with whatever 'urgent' question or comment that had for their boss, wasn't necessary today. The office was almost eerily quiet, and just like Cal, didn't care that Clara could see her.

Twenty-five minutes later, Emily was sound asleep, her hand still holding a fistful of Gillian's raised shirt. Clara saw the dilemma and knew Gillian could free the tiny hand herself, but scootched herself over to help anyways.

"Such a strong hold for a small baby," Clara commented, her voice softer than normal to not wake the baby.

"No kidding. I'm always surprised at her strength, even when she's asleep." Slipping the pacifier into her lips, Gillian smiled showing Clara how once it was in her mouth, she wouldn't let it go.

Due to how this day has been so far, Gillian wanted to be with the baby just in case. Knowing she could find any answers Cal might need on her laptop, she and Clara went into Emily's playroom, letting the baby sleep in her bassinette.

Because Anna was with Emily for many hours during the day, almost five of which the baby was asleep for, they had a couch in there, along with some beanbags. There was a tv, books for adults mixed in with the baby books, and a mini fridge with some of Emily's snacks and drinks for Anna and Gillian as they are in there the most.

Gillian was happy her husband suggested for Clara to stay with her while he was out solving this horrific case. If she was alone while waiting to hear if he was okay, or even while Emily napped, she would have been a basket case. Even though she was still internally freaking out, she was much calmer having Clara here.

Clara was feeling the same way—if she went home after leaving the meeting she cancelled, she would have been panicking because not seeing the people you care for after a scary event isn't good for anyone.

That being said, it was difficult knowing what was too much, where her place was with them, if things would eventually fizzle out…

There was a lot to think about, a lot she could probably clear up if she asked, and a lot she was nervous to say because she didn't want to appear needy, clingy, or dependent. Not to mention the fact they always knew what she was thinking, which meant shutting some of herself off to not give away too much.

Little did Clara know, even when she didn't say everything, they picked up on it anyways. Gillian and Cal wanted to have this conversation face to face so Clara could see them while getting the answers she was dying to hear, something that was going to happen that weekend.

Work has been so busy these last few weeks though, holding up the conversation they all wanted to have. Because Cal wasn't there and Gillian's mind was preoccupied with making sure Emily was okay and worrying about her husband, she didn't want to start a conversation that they all should be here for.

Plus, talking to Clara without Cal would only put doubts in her mind that Cal might not actually agree with Gillian, and she was just telling the blonde what she wanted to hear. That would never be the case, but it's quite possible Clara would assume it was.

They spoke about other things, getting to know each other more and more as the days went on—Gillian and Cal had a long conversation about that a few nights ago; they always had something to talk about with Clara.

Cal's conversations weren't too long with the blonde over the phone like Gillian's were, it made sense though because he's never enjoyed talking on the phone and always equates the length of the phone calls they have to the fact they're women.

He is great about texting Clara, something the blonde also enjoys because the Lightman's aren't shy about expressing their wants via text. The group text is solely flirty whereas, the separate texts are both flirty and an everyday conversation.

Cal really loves reading the texts between the women and then getting Gillian naked and in their bed—they are two people who need zero help when it comes to sex, Cal does enjoy the dirty texts though.

When Emily woke up, Gillian realized how much time had passed talking with Clara. They were enjoying themselves, and liked how there were no interruptions. Scooping Emily out of the bassinette, Gillian glanced over at the news and was relieved to see there wasn't anything new being said.

After a quick diaper change, Gillian put Emily on the floor in front of some toys and looked at her phone. No missed calls, no new texts, she didn't know whether it was a good sign or not. Here she was at work and not getting anything done besides keeping Emily safe and herself somewhat sane.

She knew Cal would never fault her for everything she didn't get done today—he'd much prefer to know his girls were somewhere safe and away from everything which is why he told Torres and Loker they'd be fired if they called her. He wouldn't actually fire them; it was just a sure way for neither of them to bother Gillian.

"I don't know what that means, sweet girl," Clara said to the baby, as Gillian called Cal to check on things.

She looked over and saw Emily signing and smiled—she was so smart, and it truly melted her heart at how quickly the baby adopted sign language. She moved over to the mini fridge and took out one of the little jars of applesauce and then grabbed a spoon, sitting in front of Emily.

"Sign language for hungry," Gillian said, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder again. Clara took the bib from the mother and helped her, once again knowing it wasn't necessary, but she wanted to help.

"Hi honey," Gillian said, scooping some applesauce onto the spoon. "How is everything going?"

Clara didn't like the enormous amount of uncertainty she felt over the last two weeks. Even with things as small as helping Gillian, she felt uncertain because she didn't want to overstep. Today she's helped Gillian a few times when she knew it wasn't necessary and the mother didn't seem to mind.

Knowing this, Clara took the spoon from Gillian so she could feed Emily as Gillian concentrated on what Cal was saying. She mouthed a 'thank you' to Clara and stood up, walking over to her laptop to look over something Ben had sent her after Cal said it was okay; truthfully, she was beyond thankful for Clara.

"You really love this, don't you sweetie?" Clara smiled, feeding Emily another bite. Who knew applesauce was so delicious.

"It's possible, Cal. You know it's a combination of power disparity, malice, and mental illness. Reading through this file, it shows two of those markers—I'd say he's a safe bet. He won't go down without a fight though; suicidal in nature, and he'll want to take as many people with him."

"Right," Cal agreed. They hit a bit of a road bump in the case, going one way from the beginning because it seemed fitting until the second bombing. "Are you okay? Staying away from windows and keeping safe?"

"Yes. We're in Em's playroom now, she just woke up from her nap and is eating some applesauce." Gillian smiled at Emily when she looked up hearing her name.

"Have you and Clara eaten anything, love?"

Gillian realized that neither of them have and shook her head, "We haven't."

"I'm going to send something there for you two, love, okay?"

Gillian knew there was no point in telling him not to, he was way too good to her and always finds a way to take care of her even when he isn't there. "Thank you, babe. I love you. Please be safe."

"I love you too, Gill. I will. Give Em a kiss for me."

Gillian hung up the phone and kissed Emily, "That's from daddy, baby girl."

Around 3:30pm, Cal walked into his daughter's playroom and saw his favorite people who always made everything so much better. Gillian stood up and walked over to her husband, sensing the need to be close, and hugged him.

After loosening her hold a bit, she made sure he was okay and then kissed him. Emily was at her feet trying to pull herself up, and started to cry because there was no pant leg to grab onto. Gillian picked her up and leaned back into Cal, letting him kiss Emily and say hello to her.

"Did you have a good day with mommy and Clara, princess?"

Emily babbled in response causing them to laugh. He held his arm out and Clara stood up walking into the hug as well after he shot her a look. He kissed her temple and enjoyed having them close to him after the day he had.

After giving them a gist of the case, Clara excused herself to take an incoming phone call. She went into Gillian's office leaving the couple a few minutes to talk to each other.

Cal told his wife he wanted to take tomorrow off to be with his girls and Gillian was thrilled and relieved—she was happy to know she'd have him for the next three days considering the day everyone has had.

They discussed having Clara come over tonight so the conversation they wanted to have wouldn't have to wait another few days which would be great for all of them.

When Clara opened the playroom door after her phone call, she felt like she was interrupting a private moment. Gillian and Cal were kissing, giving Clara the perfect view of them both—oh how I'd love to join, she thought to herself.

When they broke apart, Clara tried to pretend she wasn't turned on by watching them; something that didn't go unnoticed by either of them. Cal pulled the blonde into him and kissed her, then twirled her around, giving Gillian the opportunity to give a kiss of her own as Cal bent down to lift Emily into his arms.

Gillian and Clara kissed a bit longer, breaking apart when Emily started to fuss. Even though she was back to her happy little self, she still wanted Gillian, showing the parents how she was still affected by the morning.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Gillian asked the blonde.

Cal whispered something into Clara's ear after she shook her head no to Gillian's question and the couple watched the blush form on her cheeks as she then nodded her head. Cal grabbed Clara's ponytail and whispered something else when he pulled her closer again.

"Go get ready, love," Cal finished.

He gave Clara another kiss and then left the room, disappearing into his office. Clara stepped forward kissing Gillian one more time, mindful of Emily, and then they went back into her office. Gillian and Cal had already discussed the plan, so Gillian knew, letting Clara grab her stuff and then walked her out.

Clara's legs felt like jello. She had dreamt of the couple for the last two weeks, so those kisses were enough to make her feel as though she was going to fall down. Buzzing with excitement about the night they were hopefully going to have, Clara said goodbye to Gillian and Emily at the elevator and almost ran to her car.

Gillian walked back from the elevator and went right into her husband's office. She said hello to Loker and Torres who cared more about saying hi to Emily, and then went to pack up her stuff and the baby's after seeing her husband ready to leave.

Cal met them in her office, taking Emily from his wife and getting her into the stroller as Gillian finished packing her things. "Ready to go home, princess? What do you think daddy should make for dinner?"

"What if we picked up some Thai food?" Gillian suggested, knowing it was Cal's favorite and would give him a break from cooking.

He agreed and she called it in before they left the office. While in the car, he went into more detail about the case, and then they spoke about the day Gillian had. Cal felt awful for putting Gillian through so much stress—he was relieved Emily was still too young to know what was going on though.

After getting the food, they went home and took turns showering. Cal truly needed a shower after being covered in all the dust whereas Gillian just wanted to freshen up. While Gillian showered, Cal fed Emily some dinner, loving the one-on-one time with his little girl.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous during this case, especially when he woke up on the concrete. The first thing he thought about when he opened his eyes was Gillian and Emily—they are his everything, and he's thankful for every moment he has with them.

"Em, I have to tell you something," Cal said, letting her play around with the bath toys in the sink. "You and your mummy mean everything in the world to me. I know I'm not a very sentimental person, although I think I've gotten better with your mum over the years…" he lost his train of thought thinking about how far he's come.

Gillian stopped and sat on the stairs listening to Cal talk with their daughter. It's so hard to process what happened today; seeing the second bombing on the news and knowing Cal was there was beyond terrifying—she would not have made it through the hour of no contact without Clara.

"Anyways," Cal continued, his wandering mind back on the topic at hand. "Something happened to me earlier that I was not prepared for. You see, your mum and I sometimes get into sticky situations…mummy doesn't, it's just me, but mum is always there with me making me feel safe…"

Gillian's heart was melting hearing what her husband was saying. "Today though, mummy was keeping you safe which is much more important, but when I woke up and realized what happened, I was so afraid I wouldn't see my two favorite girls. Your mum sent me a bunch of messages from both of you, even though we know you can't text," he whispered, laughing when Emily squealed.

"She is so thoughtful, always making sure to include you in the messages too, love." Emily's babbling was making it harder to concentrate on the story, so he stopped. "It's okay princess, daddy is finished with the story. I love you, Em."

As Cal ended his story, the doorbell rang and Gillian stood up and walked down the stairs, "I'll get it babe."

Cal thanked his wife and then put a dollop of shampoo in his hands to warm it up before washing the baby's hair. He was a bit behind in giving Emily her bath—he wanted to take the time to talk with her, even though she couldn't really understand; it was important to him.

Gillian dressed a certain way the first time Clara came over, tonight though, she put on a pair of jeans and a tank top. It may be ice cold outside, but inside it was nice and toasty. Opening the door, she saw a familiar sight. This time though, Clara had a bag with her, something Cal told her to bring.

"Hi Clara, long time no see. Please come in," Gillian smiled, giving Clara a chaste kiss before letting her walk by.

"Wow," Clara swooned, still floating from the kiss before coming back to earth. "I mean, hello. How are you?"

Gillian just laughed and walked into the kitchen, Clara's bag in hand. She quickly put it on the steps when Emily started screaming as Cal wrapped her in the teddy bear hooded towel. Gillian assumed the baby was still feeling out of sorts from the morning, wanting mommy even when daddy is right there.

Cal felt awful their daughter was so upset, he wished he could make things better for the baby but knew his wife would because she only wanted Gillian. "It's okay baby girl, shh, shh, shh," she said, bouncing Emily a bit to help soothe her.

"Gill." Cal held up the diaper and Gillian just shook her head. It wasn't worth making Emily hysterical right now.

"You two can eat, I'm going to bring her upstairs."

"Stay down here, love," Cal said.

Gillian was just about to shake her head when Clara added, "Please."

"I was just going to nurse her; I figured you two would want to eat."

It was really difficult trying to have this conversation when Emily was still so upset. It wasn't lost on Gillian that she needed to calm Emily down before she started to hyperventilate from crying so much along with getting a diaper on her. It wouldn't be the first accident.

"Gill, come on love." He led his wife over to the couch and sat down next to her, Clara sitting on the other side of her. She wasted no time nursing Emily, the baby calming down within a few minutes.

Gillian could tell it wasn't just what happened today, she was beyond overtired. The mother gently ran her finger over the baby's cheek, soothing her completely. It wasn't the best angle however, Cal was able to get a diaper on Emily, forgoing pjs for now and grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch to swap the towel for.

Clara gently ran her fingers through Emily's baby curls, realizing just now that Gillian didn't have curly hair and it didn't look like Cal did either, which caused her a bit of confusion. Cal saw the look and answered, "The curly hair is on my side."

About 15 minutes later Emily was sound asleep; she typically went to sleep at 6:45pm however, it was only 6:15pm. It was fine though—Emily needed the rest. Gillian laid the baby down on the couch while Cal went into the kitchen to heat up the food.

Clara came back into the living room carrying the footed pjs Cal had brought downstairs for Emily earlier and handed them to the mother. There were certain things she helped Gillian with today, this however, would not be one of them because she has no confidence in being able to dress a baby who was sleeping soundly.

Gillian carefully got Emily dressed and then put the blanket back on her little body. It was best to let her sleep down here for a bit until they knew she would stay asleep—Gillian wouldn't be surprised if Emily did wake up again.

After a yummy dinner, Gillian brought Emily upstairs for the night while Cal poured himself and Clara more wine. They settled in the living room, Clara on the couch and Cal in one of the chairs knowing his wife would sit on the couch with the blonde.

They continued their conversation until Gillian came back down, and then Cal gave his wife a look to let her know she could start. "Clara, we wanted to talk to you."

The conversation continued to flow, Clara telling the couple why she was closing a part of herself off from them before realizing they already knew—it did cause a good laugh, making Clara feel a bit more relaxed.

"I should have known you two would know. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, love."

"We have our set of rules because it's better for us as a married couple—rules are occasionally meant to be broken or altered though, right honey?"

Cal nodded, moving onto the couch as well, sitting behind his wife who had angled her body to face the blonde. Gillian and Cal agreed they were going to give something a try, if Clara wanted to of course.

"Something new, perhaps," Cal added.

"It's completely up to you though," Gillian reassured the blonde.

"Me?" Clara questioned. "I'm not…" she pointed between herself and the couple, hoping her lack of words could be made up for with her half assed pointing and sounds.

"Would you want to try?" Gillian asked.

"I would never want to come in between, or cause something, or…" Clara honestly didn't know what she was trying to say. She wanted to squeal in excitement—this is what she wanted the second the married couple asked if she would feel okay kissing Cal in the office that day.

Sure, she knows her feelings are incredibly strong. They are also extremely intense, something she was trying to tame because coming on this strong wasn't a good look for anyone.

"When the bones are good, love."

Clara made a face and Gillian clarified. "'The house doesn't fall when the bones are good'… it's always been our way of saying, 'having love that's built correctly means nothing can ruin or harm it because our love is strong enough to face anything, good or bad'."

"When the bones are good," Clara repeated, smiling at how adorably fitting it was for them. If she had to guess, she'd assume Gillian was the one who came up with the comparison.

She would be correct in her assumption. When they built their house, Gillian thought of it, and Cal snuck them in before the concrete dried so they could write it as a part of their forever together.

They've never tried anything like this before though; it was going to be different, but it was worth trying. None of the women they've invited into their bedroom were women they would want to do anything but sleep with. It was a harsh truth of their reality…so far.

Clara though, she was special.

The conversations they had together were great; she was an intelligent woman who had a beautiful heart. It was easy to tell Clara was upset over the fact she assumed they'd continue to be just friends and to be honest, the couple didn't really want that either.

There would still be a few boundaries to go over. Not to mention, they still wanted their private life to stay that way. This was something the couple didn't feel badly about—Clara would still be introduced as a friend, appear as a friend in the office to the couple, and if things continued, she'd be a friend of mommy's and daddy's to Emily.

It wasn't a perfect clear-cut decision, but it made Clara feel amazing. She didn't care if they told people she was their new house cleaner. Again, another joke to make everyone laugh, however, Clara truly meant it. If she could continue to be in their lives and in their bedroom, Clara was all for it.

They spoke for a while longer and then decided to call it a night. Gillian settled in the middle again, loving their California king because it gave everyone plenty of space. Kisses and goodnights all around, and they drifted to sleep.

Clara was the last one to fall asleep this time, whispering one more time, "When the bones are good."