I've been writing too much fluff lately and I needed to go kinda agsty. Not to mention, I LOVE agsty Gillian.

This fic was inspired by the song of the same title by Roxy Music. Yeah, I'm that old ;-)

I don't own Lie To Me but if I did I would ask Tim to pull the blankets up to my chin and tuck me in every night as part of his contract. Perhaps read me a bedtime story as well. With smut in it...

The rain fell unrelentingly. Droplets falling beneath the collar of his coat had turned to streams that soaked his neck and back. Rain plastered his hair to his head and ran in rivulets down his cheeks; dripped off his eyebrows and the tip of his nose. He shivered with the chill but stood firm, eyes glued to the picture window as the subject of his attention closed her laptop computer and rose from her couch. She stretched as she walked to the window and looked out into the gloomy night, locking eyes with him as anger, frustration, and just the slightest hint of pity played across her features before she firmly drew the curtains, blocking his view.

He waited until the apartment went completely dark, then he waited just a little longer, reassuring himself that she had well and truly turned in for the night. He walked to his car, parked in plain sight next to the walk, and climbed in. He watched her windows for the space of several heartbeats before he finally started the ignition, waiting for heat to replace the cool air pumping from the vents.

The pity was new.

He'd been watching her apartment openly each night for the past week. In the beginning she'd shown only disgust; tried telling him to go home and even threatened to call the police when he didn't leave. For the past four days she simply ignored him, going about her night even though she knew he was outside.

Waiting.

He'd waited seven days now. He would wait for as long as it took for her to finally break.