The Usual disclaimer. Lie to Me and its characters aren't mine.
~If they were we would be gettng a 4th season~ *sob*

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This will probably have a few chapters. I'll leave the rating at T for now, but it will most likely move to a M rating soon. You've been warned.

Set: Post Fold Equity

1. The Bet

She had been heading for the exit of the Casino when she had seen him. Her heart skipped a beat when she viewed the pile of chips in front of him.
'He wouldn't dare' she thought sullenly. He wouldn't risk the bonus, not when it would guarantee the financial security of the firm for next few months; at the very least. However deep down she knew he would do something that reckless.

Gillian walked up to the table and stood beside him, her brow creased in worry. Cal turned his head to greet her, a smug grin on his face as he racked his eyes over her body. His gaze lingered on her face a moment and he watched as a myriad of emotions danced across her features. He gave her a slight nod and returned his attention to the roulette table in front of him. He pushed the chips forward until they were all placed on double zero.

Cocking his head to the side, he saw the bewildered look on her face. He grinned smugly, before reaching his hand up and slowly grazed his fingertips down the length of her arm. He encircled her wrist before gently holding it in his hand.

"How about you and I have a little wager, darling?" he tempted. "If it lands on double zero, you let me take you out tonight," he said licking his lips, as he marvelled at the sight before him. "But we'll be playing by my rules," he whispered suggestively. Cal gently stroked his thumb over the pulse point on her wrist and felt it flutter rapidly beneath his fingers.

Gillian averted her eyes and watched as a crowd began to build around them. She stumbled slightly as a drunken patron pushed forward. Cal's arm snaked around her waist, catching her as she fell into him. Her chest pressed tightly against his. He snarled at the man behind her as he watched him hungrily traced his eyes over her figure. He nuzzled into her neck, making sure the man understood that the woman in his arms was off limits.

Gillian watched Cal's face darken, before her eyes widened in surprise when she felt him nestle his face against her throat, his lips briefly brushing the delicate skin there. She could smell his cologne as it mingled with his own district intoxicating scent, before his gaze fixated on her once more.

Cal watched as she tried to school her features; however the slight dilation of her pupils still evident. He saw the questioning look in her eyes and shrugged a little. "I didn't like the way he was looking at you, love. You know I'm the jealous type," he told and gently pulled her closer; jealousy surged through his veins as he watched the men in the crowd ogle his partner.

Shaking her head softly, she tried to control her body's reaction to his close proximity. "Cal, this is serious. The company needs that money. We're not going to make payroll this month," she replied meekly.

"This isn't a game," she said meeting his stare. She could feel his breath against her neck as he leaned in closer.

"I know, darling," he whispered honestly before he reverted back to his arrogant self. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. So do we have a deal love?"He inquired as moved his hand lower on her waist.

"What if you lose?" she asked, bringing her gaze up to meet his, determined not to let him unnerve her. She felt his hand grip her hip possessively as he pulled her closer

"Oh, that's not going to happen." He grinned cockily.

"Cal, let's just walk away."

"Too late, love," he replied with a quirk of his lips. He watched the croupier place the small white ball in the wheel, tracking it as it spun smoothly around the rim.

"If you win then I'll take any case you want me to, let's say, for the next six months." He offered, as he tried to entice her into accepting the challenge he had put forward.

"Any?" she asked sceptically as she raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow in disbelief.

"Any," he repeated.

She eyed him closely. A grin pulled at the corners of her mouth. She couldn't understand why he'd agree to this. He knew the odds were stacked against him. She may as well take advantage, she mused silently.

"Make it nine and you have yourself a deal," she countered, sticking out her hand.

Cal watched the ball as it began to slow and skip violently along the indentations of each number it passed.

"All right, Foster. You have a deal," he said quickly and ignored her offer to shake on the bet. Instead he leaned into her and placed a lingering kiss at the corner of her mouth. He felt her quick intake of breath and her body stiffen slightly, as the crowd erupted around them.

"Double Zero" Cal heard announced over the deafening cheer of the mob.

A sly smile lit up his face. "Looks like you're mine tonight, Doctor Foster," he growled lowly before he turned his attention back to the table, ready to collect his winnings.

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