My second chapter to my Lie To Me fanfic, "May I". This was an interesting chapter to write, and basically begins the iceberg that's slowly building up, for a number of different reasons that will follow.
Hope you all have a nice Labor Day weekend! Be safe and do something fun :)
Home; one’s place of residence. Usually comforting, but not tonight. The thought of actually going home to a darkened, empty place was enough of an excuse not to go home. Being at home, tempted the haunting thoughts over and over again of how he hit her, knocking her on the ground and dragging her on the asphalt.
As she paid her cab fair, a chill ran through her just as the wind picked through her hair. She got out and entered the Lightman Group office building moments later. There was no doubt, that the almost deserted looking area was not deserted at all.
In fact, she was sure of it.
But a part of her was glad that there was no one there to ask questions at the moment. No questions had to be asked, nor did they have to be answered. She could sit in her office for a moment in peace; before she had to answer to him: Cal Lightman, her partner in crime; otherwise known as Clyde, for she was his Bonnie.
In fact Cal was one of the smartest and a most chance taking man that she had ever met, or worked with in her life. He could be so task oriented and focused that sometimes she wondered what was going through that head of his. Sometimes she knew that she didn’t want to know.
However, tonight---tonight he had shown compassion, love, worry. It was a slight blur of a night, but what she remembered was trying to get away from his grasp, her whole body shaking, and tears running down her cheeks. And then there was him grabbing her and holding her close, almost rocking her in an undeniable comfort that she had relented and wrapped her arms around his neck.
That’s what she remembered—after the point of her leaning into his him, she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. Red and blue sirens bounced around the city like it was some kind of festival. And then it all went black.
Gillian sighed, letting her purse drop beside her onto the fabric couch in her office, like it was a heavy brick weighing her down. She almost felt the comfort wrapping into her as she sunk into it. Suddenly she felt very tired, the more she sat there and she realized that she couldn’t sit there for long, and she knew there would be time for that later where she felt safest.
She got up and embraced meeting the stares of her colleagues when she walked in, but she sure as heck was not going to hide in here. At least not yet--not until she was alone. For right now she was going to be in control. For she was not only going to have to face her colleagues, but stare through the glass at the man who was responsible for her being attacked tonight.
In some ways she felt like she was walking in a big round circle as she got up and walked down the hall. She entered quickly and was only noticed by maybe the guards at the most. Gillian caught most of the last part of Eli and Ria’s discussion about Cal having played them, and her own voice breaking through had surely caught them off guard.
Hope you all have a nice Labor Day weekend! Be safe and do something fun :)
Home; one’s place of residence. Usually comforting, but not tonight. The thought of actually going home to a darkened, empty place was enough of an excuse not to go home. Being at home, tempted the haunting thoughts over and over again of how he hit her, knocking her on the ground and dragging her on the asphalt.
As she paid her cab fair, a chill ran through her just as the wind picked through her hair. She got out and entered the Lightman Group office building moments later. There was no doubt, that the almost deserted looking area was not deserted at all.
In fact, she was sure of it.
But a part of her was glad that there was no one there to ask questions at the moment. No questions had to be asked, nor did they have to be answered. She could sit in her office for a moment in peace; before she had to answer to him: Cal Lightman, her partner in crime; otherwise known as Clyde, for she was his Bonnie.
In fact Cal was one of the smartest and a most chance taking man that she had ever met, or worked with in her life. He could be so task oriented and focused that sometimes she wondered what was going through that head of his. Sometimes she knew that she didn’t want to know.
However, tonight---tonight he had shown compassion, love, worry. It was a slight blur of a night, but what she remembered was trying to get away from his grasp, her whole body shaking, and tears running down her cheeks. And then there was him grabbing her and holding her close, almost rocking her in an undeniable comfort that she had relented and wrapped her arms around his neck.
That’s what she remembered—after the point of her leaning into his him, she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. Red and blue sirens bounced around the city like it was some kind of festival. And then it all went black.
Gillian sighed, letting her purse drop beside her onto the fabric couch in her office, like it was a heavy brick weighing her down. She almost felt the comfort wrapping into her as she sunk into it. Suddenly she felt very tired, the more she sat there and she realized that she couldn’t sit there for long, and she knew there would be time for that later where she felt safest.
She got up and embraced meeting the stares of her colleagues when she walked in, but she sure as heck was not going to hide in here. At least not yet--not until she was alone. For right now she was going to be in control. For she was not only going to have to face her colleagues, but stare through the glass at the man who was responsible for her being attacked tonight.
In some ways she felt like she was walking in a big round circle as she got up and walked down the hall. She entered quickly and was only noticed by maybe the guards at the most. Gillian caught most of the last part of Eli and Ria’s discussion about Cal having played them, and her own voice breaking through had surely caught them off guard.
It all felt loud and sure as it echoed off the walls. In a way it caught her off guard too and she was the one speaking. But she reminded herself that she was in control. That this was her doing what she needed to do; being a part of the team and working the case until it was finished.
“The long con.” Gillian offered. Ria tuned her gaze toward me, her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe that I was here. “One of Lightman’s favorite moves.” Now my voice didn’t feel so loud.
“You knew.” Stating, Ria turned her whole body towards me. She stared even further, but Gil knew that Torres could read her expression, and now that she was telling the truth. Gillian shrugged, even though her whole body was beginning to hurt from being jolted.
“No, I didn’t.” As sympathetic as she was being, Gillian hadn’t known what Cal was up to. He always had some trick up his sleeve, and as far as they knew, that was just Cal being Cal.
“You knew.” Stating, Ria turned her whole body towards me. She stared even further, but Gil knew that Torres could read her expression, and now that she was telling the truth. Gillian shrugged, even though her whole body was beginning to hurt from being jolted.
“No, I didn’t.” As sympathetic as she was being, Gillian hadn’t known what Cal was up to. He always had some trick up his sleeve, and as far as they knew, that was just Cal being Cal.
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