Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.

Note: This takes place some time before "Blinded".

Cal lounged in the sitting area of Gillian Foster's office sharing their usual drink after a particularly challenging case. It was already after midnight and Gillian was curled up in her chair, shoes on the floor, dipping a spongy cake into her scotch.

"What in the bloody hell are you doin?' he asked, watching her take a big bite and grinning like a child with a big secret.

"It's a Twinkie," she said, dipping it again. "Nature's food."

"That is disgusting," he said, taking a drink of the scotch, neat.

"Can't be any worse than some of those things you ate when you were out there studying in the jungle," she answered. "I've seen the pictures, Cal."

"That was research."

"So is this," she said, popping the last of the Twinkie in her mouth. "You should try it."

"No thank you," he replied wrinkling his nose.

"So you'll take grub worms from a half naked guy with bone through his nose," Gillian challenged leaning forward with another Twinkie in her hand. "But you won't try a simple cake offering from a friend."

"Well, put a bone through your nose and get half naked and we'll find out," he said, never breaking eye contact.

Gillian's eyebrows raised and the corner of her mouth smiled in spite of herself.

Cal smiled and took the Twinkie, dipped it in his scotch, and popped the whole thing in his mouth.

"So?" she asked, a slight bit of amusement creeping into her voice.

"Like I thought," he said, still chewing the Twinkie. "Disgusting."

Gillian laughed and crossed over to her desk retrieving the whole box of Twinkies and the rest of the bottle of scotch. She could tell by the look on his face that he didn't find it disgusting at all. Either that or he was still picturing her half naked with a bone in her nose…