Cal sat looking at her for a minute, their eyes locked, his jaw descending ever so slowly until eventually he pulled himself together and closed his mouth. Then he opened it again.

"You see, this is why I concentrate on reading faces and not words. Because I didn't follow a single word of what you just said." Gillian smiled warmly, knowing that he was just trying to be awkward. She leaned back against his leg, which he had flexed up for her to sit against.

"Cal, there's nothing confusing about what I said."

"Well put it in plain, stupid man English for me then." She spotted the hint of a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this. She smiled and shifted herself closer to him. He immediately felt a stirring in his groin and cursed himself, trying to think of something less attractive than her sitting right at his crotch.

"Ok. There is only one man I want. And it's not my husband." Cal moved to speak but she silenced him with her hand on his lips. He placed a soft kiss on her fingertips.

"Cal, things haven't been right for a long time, I told you that. And I don't want that anymore. I'm not going through that all again. But, you're not a rebound Cal. My marriage has been dying for the last seven months. But I've wanted you for the last seven years." Cal's eyes widened at that remark. He swallowed hard, her fingertips still on his lips. He spoke against them.

"Bloody hell…" She smiled and moved from under his leg, standing up at the edge of the bed. His eyes followed her, then his feet. He pulled on his jeans. As she reached the bedroom door, he laced an arm around her waist and pulled her back, kissing her as he did.

"What do we do?" he asked when they broke.

"I have to end it. You, you just have to be you. And be here for me." Cal looked back at the tossed bed and smirked at her.

"What, right there?" Gillian laughed and nodded her head.

"Yeah, that exact spot. If you're not there'll be consequences." Cal's eyes lit up.

"Ooh, I like the sound of that." She smiled and lead him out the door to his front door. He took a deep breath as her hand fell on the door.

"What'll you tell Alec?" he asked. She shrugged.

"That I was at the hospital. Then I drove you home." Something Gillian had said on the phone earlier came back to him suddenly.

"He won't be suspicious?" Gillian frowned.

"Why would he be?" Cal shrugged and stepped in to kiss her but she pushed him back.

"No, even I saw that. Why would he be suspicious?" Cal shifted from foot to foot, looking down at the ground. She knew he'd eavesdropped but he still felt a bit lousy mentioning it now.

"I heard you talking to him on the phone earlier. You said something about him 'not doing this to you again'. After you mentioned you were with me…" Gillian sighed. It was her turn to look at the ground.

"He doesn't suspect anything Cal, he never has. He just doesn't like how close we are and the fact that we spend time together outside work. He's sometimes made snide comments. Tonight was one of them. That's all." Cal nodded, accepting her answer even though he hadn't pried all the details. He raised his eyebrows.

"He doesn't like us being friends, he'll like this a hell of a lot less if he finds out." Gillian noticed there didn't seem to be the hint of worry in his voice. If anything there was unhidden glee.

"He won't. I'm going to end it. I want out but, I don't want to hurt him. He's going to have enough to deal with without that hanging over him." Cal nodded. Typical Gillian. She'd been through so much already but yet she was mindful of hurting him, even though he didn't pay the same courtesy. He was still smiling to himself when he felt her hand on his face.

"Eh?" he said, snapping back to reality.

"I'm going to go."

"Ok." He leaned in and kissed her softly as her hand turned on the doorknob and she stepped outside.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said quietly and he nodded.

"Goodnight love."

OXOXOXO

These chapters are really short at the minute because I don't really have time to elaborate. Hopefully from the next chapter on I'll be able to make them a little longer.