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ok so this is my first Lie to Me/ Callian fanfic. Thought i'd publish it here because everyone's always so good at providing friendly advice. and i need it. lol :) don't own Lie to Me or any of the characters.
‘Foster, love?’
Gillian looked up to see Cal standing at her office door. It was ten at night, which wasn’t late for them both to still be stuck in the office. They were workaholics but also knew that at least while they stayed at the office they would have some company. ‘Not just any company’, Gillian thought, ‘Cal’s company’. She smiled slightly to herself before looking up.
‘Yeah Cal?’
‘What are you smiling about this time? It’s ten at night and we’re stuck at the office. You and your bloody optimism.’
He loved to tease her like this. He loved seeing her smile but pretend to be angry with him. Loved to play fight with her, banter back and forth. And when it came down to it, if he really had to admit it to himself, he knew that it was that optimism that kept him going too.
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Shivers ran down Gillian's spine, despite the fact she was curled under her quilt. Her blood still ran cold when her memories flashed to Cal being held at gunpoint, even though he was now safely asleep in the next room. She restlessly turned to see the faint red glow of the digital clock beside her. 3:41am. She was restless, her mind still racing from the day's events, her heart had not slowed to a comfortable pace since Cal had escaped with his life. Her eyes were wide open, but her lids still felt heavy, she could not bring sleep upon her. She was scared. She remembered Cal in the room next to her, and as slowly and as quietly as possible she creeped her toes from under the covers and gently placed them on the floor. The floorboards were icy underneath her feet and with each tentative, tiptoed step she took towards the spare bedroom felt safer, being closer to him.
Cal would not let sleep come upon him. He lay there, staring at the ceiling for what would most certainly be almost the entire evening. Any time now Gillian would be up, offering breakfast. He turned to see the clock. He squinted at the hands to try and make out their position in the darkness - about...
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A/N: This chapter is really dark. I will warn you now. But, however, do NOT lose faith - this just sets up the stage for the rest of this little ficlet :)
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Now, Gillian was almost ready for bed when suddenly, the lamp flicked on, showing Alec laying fully clothed on the bed.
"Alec, you scared me!" she practically squealed, before coming over and giving him a light kiss. She went to pull away but was stopped by his hand tight around her wrist. She frowned, confused.
"Alec," she said slowly, her psycologist training kicking in - now she was afraid, seeing the anger in his face and eyes.
"You've been with him, haven't you?" he growled accusingly. Gillian answered, really scared now. She could tell he wasn't high, and that meant that this anger was real.
"I-I was at work, like I always am." Her voice was shaky from fear, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
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