And…OFF I go again…. This is just sooo addictive Trying yet another slightly offbeat take on the Callian dream…..Like/No Like – Let me hear it……

Shortish 1st chapter – 2nd will be much longer..

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Can We Talk?

Gillian Foster sat at her office desk fuming.

He had gone TOO far this time, really too far.

There was absolutely NO way she was going to go along with this latest scheme of his, totally, absolutely no way she was going to capitulate this time.

Of all the dumb, arrogant, lunatic, hair brained, completely non sensible ideas……

"Foster"

He was still yelling as he burst threw her office door.

"Exactly which part of ' I don't want to talk about this anymore' Cal did you NOT understand?"

"And exactly what part of 'This conversation is not over' did you not hear as you stormed out of my office?"

At this point Torres tentatively poked her head inside the 'war zone'

Both sets of blazing eyes were immediately trained on her head.

"Err, Sorry to interrupt" Oh God, how did she let Heidi talk her into this…

"If you were that bloody sorry then you wouldn't be doing it would you Torres – now GET OUT"

"Emily is on line 2, she says it's urgent" managing to get the sentence out in less than a second, Torres beat a hasty retreat.

"Oh - nice Cal, you have obviously got Heidi so terrified that she has resorted to enlisting another member of staff to do her work because she's too scared to!"

"That is ridiculous assumption to jump to Foster, I don't suppose it occurred to you that she was just Busy!"

"Your daughter Cal, remember, line 2 – Oh, have you let Emily in on this latest brainwave of yours by the way? Because if you haven't, please feel free to pick the line up in here, because I would just love to hear you explain it to her"

Ignoring his partners dripping sarcasm Cal picked up the phone and stabbed at the 2 button.

"Yes – Emily"

"Hi dad, just wanted to know if you were coming home for supper today, or should I bring some in for you?"

"And how is this urgent Em?"

"Wha- Oh, right, I always say that if I can't get through on the third attempt"

"Em – for Christ's sake! ….wait…sorry luv… err..I think I'll be home, but I'll let you know if the plan changes right luv"

"K dad, Love you, and give my luv to Gill"

Pressing one hand against his forehead he replaced the phone with the other.

"Christ Gill, do you think we can stop the shouting now, my bloody head is pounding"

As Cal moved away to drop himself onto her couch, Gillian got up, fished out her stash of painkillers and poured some water into a glass.

Placing both on the coffee table in front of him, she silently sat down next to – but not overly close to the hunched frame of her sparring partner.

" Most of the time you are one of the most intelligent, logical men I have ever known – but sometimes Cal – honestly I just don't understand what alternative universe you pluck these totally surreal ideas from"

She delivered this statement in the most calm, but firmist voice she could muster.

"Shit Gillian, I have gone over this – how many times now? It makes sense – perfect sense, on so many levels, I don't understand why you can't see that"

As Torres returned to the relative safety of the lab, Loker sat there grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Wow – you're still alive then, I'm impressed"

"Yeah , well it's more than you're gonna be if don't lose than dumb smirk off your face real quick"

Loker knew he couldn't manage that, not quite yet, so he swung his chair round to avoid his obviously irked colleague.

"Any idea as to what this latest ones about?" he tried hopefully

"Not a clue, but I am sure glad they are now in Fosters office, there are just way to many weapons hangin on the wall in Lightmans"

"That bad huh?"

"Worse"