A/N: I started writing this before Valentine's Day and I had every intention of finishing it before then, and then I obviously didn't! So here it is now. I know it's almost 3 months late, but it's never too late for a little Callian lovin'!

"You're lookin' very pink today," Cal said as he walked into Gillian's office.

Smiling up at him she said, "Of course! It's Valentine's Day! I see that you chose not to deviate from your typical wardrobe of black t-shirts and jeans."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" he protested.

"Nothing!" She quickly said. Then, with one side of her lip slightly raised she added, "It's just a little drab."

"Drab? Well that's just hurtful, Foster. Besides, you wear enough color for the both of us," he replied, motioning toward her very-pink dress. He didn't mind the color, and he certainly didn't mind the fit. It was just fun to tease her, like always.

"You got a hot date you're dressin' for? Or are you really just wearing that 'cause of the day?" he asked.

Pursing her lips at him she said, "Just because of the day. You?"

"As you said, I dress like this all the time," he said flatly.

"So no date then?" she said with a smirk.

"On the contrary, actually. I do have a hot date tonight," he told her as he returned her smirk.

Raising her eyebrows in surprise as she felt disappointment carving out its place in her chest, she said, "Well I hope you'll be wearing something other than that." She pointed her finger at him and flicked it up and down, motioning toward the entirety of his outfit.

"Again – hurtful!" he told her as he turned on his heel and walked out of her office.

Looking down at the papers in front of her, she rolled her eyes around the room before focusing on her couch and wondering who he was going out with.

###############

After finishing lunch and just as she was re-focusing on her work, there was a knock at Gillian's door. She looked up to see Anna standing in front of a man wearing some sort of uniform.

"This gentleman has something for you, Dr. Foster," Anna informed her. She then stepped aside to let the man in Gillian's office, and headed back to her desk at the front of the building.

"How can I help you?" Gillian asked as she cleaned her desk off while he stepped inside.

"I just need you to sign for these please," he informed her, waiting for her to finish busying herself with straightening her things.

Looking back up at him, she saw he was holding a large vase full of long-stem red roses mixed with pink lilies whose petals were trimmed in white. The arrangement was absolutely beautiful.

With her eyes wide and mouth dropped open, the man chuckled at her response. "Where would you like them?" he asked, his amusement evident.

"Over there please," she said, indicating for him to set them on the table by the couch.

She immediately walked over and saw there was a card nestled among the flowers.

"Sign here please," he said as he handed her his phone with a blank screen on it.

Amazing, she thought as she signed, both thinking of the flowers and the fact that he could apparently track his deliveries on his phone.

"You weren't expecting these I take it," he said as she handed the phone back to him, noting he was muscular and very attractive.

"No, I wasn't," she said truthfully.

He simply smiled, thinking someone like her shouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day, and said to her, "Happy Valentine's Day, Dr. Foster. Hopefully there's some good news in that card." He gave her one more big smile before walking out of her office, and she thought, Now why can't I find a guy like that?

Sighing to herself, she turned back toward the flowers and started beaming. Maybe I have…, she thought as she walked toward the table. Gently pulling the card from the vase so as not to disturb the stunning arrangement, she sat down on the couch and opened the envelope. It was blank on the outside, and the message inside was typed out:

Sanchez tonight at 7:00

She flipped the card over, looking to see if there was something else, but that was it. She stared at the card with a blank face for what felt like a very long time until Ria came in.

"Wow!" she said. "Who are those from?"

"I have no idea," Gillian said, her eyes still on the card.

Ria walked over to her, wanting to look at the card, but knowing she better wait for an invitation. Gillian handed it to her eventually, finally looking up at her and saying, "There's no name."

"Sanchez. That's a nice restaurant," Ria said.

"I've never been there," Gillian replied.

"They have tapas. It's a lot of fun! They're like a bunch of appetizers and you order several different things to make a meal. Or you can share." She added the last statement with a teasing smile.

"Thank you for the information, Ria," Gillian replied in a less than impressed tone.

"It's a classy place, so definitely dress up," she added before saying, "We need you over in the lab. Do you have a couple minutes?

"Sure," she said, taking the card back and putting it in her desk before leaving.

Eli and Cal were already waiting in the lab when the women arrived. As soon as he saw the more attractive of his two bosses, Eli asked, "What's got you all flustered?"

Ria raised her eyebrows and continued to her chair as Gillian glared at Eli.

"Your cheeks match your dress," he stated, letting her know there was evidence that she was clearly flustered about something.

Cal leaned around to get a better look at Gillian's face and said, "He's right for once!"

"Hey!" Eli shouted. "I've been right plenty of times."

"Yeah, yeah," Cal brushed him off. "This isn't about you. It's about your not-so-brilliant-but-painfully-obviously observation. Let's have it, Gill."

When she didn't answer right away, Ria jumped in. "She's got a date tonight."

"Ria!" Gillian yelled at her. "That's the last time I tell you anything personal!"

Ria just smiled at her. It was all too obvious to most everyone in the office that she and Cal were one step away from a full-blown relationship, and it was fun to see them both jealous.

"You told me earlier you didn't have a date this evening," Cal said, amused at just how pink Gillian's cheeks were.

Standing tall she said, "Well I didn't until fifteen minutes ago."

"Is that right? Anyone I know?" he asked.

"Can we just get on with the case please?" she said in an effort to re-direct the conversation.

"Come oooon. Tell us!" Eli prodded.

"The card wasn't signed," Ria chimed in.

"Seriously, Torres!" Gillian shouted.

With that, Ria put her head down. She'd gone from Ria to Torres in the span of thirty seconds, and that was all the warning she needed.

"Oh!" Cal said, pulling his lips into an 'o' shape. "A blind date, huh? So some random card just arrived?"

"It came with flowers. I don't even know if I'm going," she said quietly as she looked in his eyes, begging him to stop talking about it.

"Why not?" he asked, ignoring her silent plea. "You said yourself you had nothin' planned. Might be fun!" When she didn't respond he said, "Did he give you an address to a hotel room or somethin'?"

"No, Cal, he did not. It said to meet at Sanchez," she told him, figuring fighting it at this point was futile.

"So what's the harm? It's a public place, and surely busy on a mushy, fluffy holiday like this one. Better than sittin' home alone. Unless those flowers are from Loker. Then stay home."

"Why does he hate me so much?" Eli asked Ria quietly with disbelief.

Laughing at him she said, "Because it's so easy!"

"Let me know when you're all ready to work, ok?" she said, aiming her question at all three of them. "Until then, I'm going to back to my office."

"No, no. Stay," Cal said.

"Pull up the video," Gillian instructed as she rolled her eyes.

###############

Just before leaving for the evening, Cal stopped by Gillian's office again.

"Those are quite beautiful," he said as he looked at her flowers.

"Yes, they are," she responded as she followed his gaze to the flowers.

"Decide if you're goin' yet?" he wondered allowed.

"I don't know. I mean, what if it's some creep?" she said with her face all scrunched up.

"Say you have to go to the ladies' room and ditch him," he responded easily.

She nodded her head in agreement, thinking that was a reasonable plan. She had, after all, done it to several creeps in college.

"What if it's Dave?" she asked as she looked at her hands. She slowly looked up at Cal when he didn't answer her.

He walked over and sat on her couch, and then said, "He'd have to be a fool to come back to DC, darlin'."

She bit her lip and shook her head, knowing it was a pointless question.

"But people do foolish things for love," he added.

She looked up at him, surprise in her eyes.

"Still…" He wanted to tell her not to get her hopes up, not to allow herself to be so sure it was him that her heart would be broken if it wasn't him.

"It's not him. I know that," she said. Then looking at him she added, "But that would be something, wouldn't it?"

"Sure would, love," he agreed with her.

Nodding at him, she said, "Well, you have a date to get ready for, and I'm curious enough about this that I suppose I do as well."

Cal stood from her couch and said, "Gotta get my coat. Wait for me?"

"Sure. I have to gather my things anyway. I'll see you in a minute."

After putting her coat on, Gillian bent down to smell her flowers before heading out, noting that her office had taken on the lovely smell.

"You gonna take 'em home?" Cal asked when he walked by again.

"No. I'm here most of the day anyway, so I'll be able to enjoy them more here," she said with a small smile.

"Alright," he replied as he held his arm out for her to walk by.

Once in the hallway, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and asked, "What you wearing tonight?"

"Wouldn't you like to know!" she responded.

"Yes I would. That's why I asked." Then, he stopped her in the middle of the hallway, stood in front of her and said, "Let me guess – a red dress. 'Cause it's Valentine's Day and you've already worn pink." He raised his eyebrows at her in question.

She simply walked around him and he said, "I'm right!" with victory.

"Maybe you are, and maybe you're not. You'll never know," she said, almost gloating.

"Shame too," he told her as they got in the elevator. "I quite like you in red."

She simply shook her head as she looked at the elevator door, a small smile playing on her lips.

I have a lot more of this written, but this seemed like a good breaking point. I'll post more soon. : )