Tick. Tick. Tick. She listened as the time gradually wore on, the clock tempting her to stray away from the tedious reports she was working on. It had been a slow week, and at the Lightman Group, everyone was struggling to find something entertaining enough to fill up their time. Normally, she would head over to Cal's office, but she knew that Zoe was dropping by today to pick up Emily. Although it would be amusing to see Zoe irritated with her presence, Gillian decided to remain in her office; the papers did need to be finished, anyways.

Almost on cue, the door to her office opened, and Cal walked inside. No Emily, no Zoe: just Cal.

"Want to grab some lunch, love?" he asked, taking a few steps towards her desk. Gillian glanced at the clock; despite the distracting ticking, she hadn't noticed the time. It was already a quarter after one, and she was starving; she didn't even have her usual slushy that morning.

"Sure," she said, placing the papers back into a neat stack before getting up to leave. "So Zoe came by already?"

"Yeah, yeah she did," The two continued along the hallway, and it wasn't long before they reached the door.

"And how did that go?" Gillian asked innocently, always rather curious about Cal's interactions with his ex-wife. Cal didn't seem extremely irritated at the moment, so she assumed that there wasn't another major argument between them.

"Pretty good, actually." As they stepped out of the building, the sun nearly blinded them before their eyes could adjust to the sudden beam of light. It was a beautiful day; the warmth from the sun was perfectly blended with the soft breeze, making the perfect mix between too hot and too cold. The walkway consisting of various concession stands were bustling with people; some probably interested in finding lunch, while others probably tried enjoying the weather.

"Hey, Dr. Lightman!" someone yelled behind them before they could start towards their destination. "Dr. Lightman, Dr. Lightman!" A young teenager-probably around Emily's age-ran up to them, clutching a small backpack in his hands. His dark black hair fell back over his eyes as he came to a stop in front of them, panting. "Hey...you're...Dr. Lightman...right?"

"I could be, yeah," Cal said, suspiciously gazing at the boy, who was now scrounging around in his backpack. Cal exchanged a look with Gillian, who was equally clueless as to who the teen was.

"Here, someone told me to give this to you." The boy handed Cal a bent envelope that had 'Lightman' scrawled across the middle. "It got a little bent, but...no big deal, right?" Cal took it, and, intrigued, he carefully opened the envelope to reveal a neatly folded paper. With Gillian beside him gazing at the odd letter, Cal continued to unfold it, finding a note printed inside.

Hello, Lightman. You might not remember me, but I sure remember you. Lets get back to the good ol' times, back before I met you. Why not have the fun start where I met the little messenger boy? I am not giving you the answer you are probably asking yourself right now; you will have to work for it. Might want to hurry, though: you would not want to know what will happen if you don't.

"Oi!" Lightman called out to the boy, who had started to gingerly walk away. Hearing the call, the boy turned around and slowly returned back to Cal and Gillian.

"Who gave you this?" Cal asked, holding the note up in his hand. The boy nervously tugged at his sleeves while avoiding Cal's gaze.

"I...I don't know."

"But you know something, don't you?" The boy didn't answer, but he glanced around the area, almost as if checking for someone. Relief washed over him as he focused back on Cal and Gillian. "Mind as well tell us about the guy, yeah?"

"Okay, so...my parents don't approve of me wandering around and everything," the teenager finally admitted, deciding to tell them all he knew. "I mean, I don't know why, 'cause they don't really pay attention to me either way, but...they just don't want me bumping into the 'wrong people'. So last night I was heading back home, 'cause my parents called me back, when this dude just popped out of nowhere! I was ready to run, you know, 'cause it was dark and I thought he was going to kill me or...or rob me or whatever. Instead, he ended up offering me fifty bucks, and so yeah, if he wanted me to deliver some stupid letter, then sure! I need the money, so I ended up here."

"And where'd you meet him again?"

"Uh, I dunno. It was near some alleyway I chill out by sometimes."

"Cal," Gillian interrupted sharply, seeing the look of motivation on Cal's face. She could tell he was going to try to find out who the writer of the note was, without paying any attention to the risks that could be associated along the way.

"What?" Cal asked. Seeing that she wanted to talk away from the boy's intruding ears, he added; "Don't even think about going anywhere."

The teen, deciding it was pointless to run, settled down on a nearby bench. Personally, he was interested about what was going on, and he wanted to stay to find out. He would've read the letter himself, but the man who gave him the letter was specific on getting it to 'Lightman' unopened. Who knows what would have happened if the man found out if he had decided to open it. While he placed his backpack beside him on the bench, the boy watched as the man, Lightman, talked to the woman he was with. With nothing else to think about, he wondered who she was, if maybe they were married. His mind soon pondered back to the letter, and he questioned why he was needed to deliver it. The man who handed it to him wasn't the most friendly person he's ever encountered; the boy actually considered the man quite the opposite.

'"What?" Cal repeated as the boy took a seat on a bench.

"You're not actually thinking of following what some anonymous letter says, are you?" Gillian asked.

"Why not?" he questioned stubbornly.

"Cal, you don't know who this guy is. It could be someone just looking to waste your time...or it could be something more serious."

"There's nothing but reports to finish back at the office. I've got time to waste, love." With that, Cal headed towards the boy, leaving Gillian standing there, hurt, at how much he considered her opinion.

Author's Note: I've finally posted a new fanfic! I'm really sorry about my little 'hiatus'(it was somehow even longer than Lie to Me's :0), but I'm back! I've been mainly writing a few drabbles and oneshots that I didn't deem worthy enough to post here, but I also started another fanfic series that I decided to discontinue...and then there's this! I hope you like this one, and please review as it lets me know if I'm still doing okay with writing. :)