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Forever and Always

"She's sitting at the table, the hours get later

He was supposed to be here

She's sure he would have called

She waits a little longer, there's no one in the driveway

No one's said they've seen him

Why, is something wrong?

She looks back to the window

Suddenly the phone rings

A voice says something's happened

That she should come right now

Her mind goes to December

She thinks of when he asked her

He bent down on his knees first

And he said

I want you forever, forever and always

Through the good and the bad and the ugly

We'll grow old together

Forever and always"

"Hello, Dr. Foster. How was lunch?" Heidi asked, sitting the mail in front of her boss.

"It was," she paused, unsure of what to say. She had been waiting in a café down the street for Cal for an hour. He said he'd catch up with her after his meeting, but he hadn't showed, and wasn't answering his phone. Granted, she didn't find that particular point all that concerning he didn't answer all the time. The worrisome part was he wasn't picking up for her. Smiling unconvincingly at Heidi, Gillian sighed, "Alright. Have you seen Cal? He should be back by now."

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. I haven't seen him since he left this morning."

Gillian set her bag down, taking off her coat she folded it over her arm then picked back up her bag and the mail Heidi had set out. "Thanks. If you see him tell him I'm in his office."

Heidi nodded, listening to her boss' heels tapping down the hall. Something had seemed off with her for the last few weeks. The receptionist couldn't quite place her finger on it though. Just something in the way she smiled nowadays, it seemed less real somehow, but she didn't asked, it wasn't any of her business.

Gillian made it to Cal's office without running into anyone else, and she was thankful for that. She needed time to get her thoughts in order without any distractions. Dropping her things on the couch, she threw the mail on one of the many desks littering the room. Weaving through the rest of the furniture she plopped down in his chair, and turned to face the window. Sighing, she closed her eyes and let her head rest against the back of the chair. Hopefully the day would end faster than it began.

She couldn't believe this was happening now, after everything they'd been through. They made it to the same page, and life decided to start throwing crave balls. Turning to his desk, she rummaged through the drawers until she came up with a bottle of aspirin. Ignoring the fact she didn't have water, she popped two into her mouth and swallowed them.

She sat, forever, lost in her thoughts. Only when her cell rang did she realize hours had past. Snapping out of the seat, and nearly tripping over her shoes, she quickly glossed over the last few hours to see if she could remember them falling off. Rushing to the couch, and she fumbled through her bag until she found the ringing contraption. Blowing a stray hair out of her face, she put a smile on and answered. "Hello?"

"Gillian?" The voice was calm with a hint of panic.

For a moment she couldn't tell who for was until she heard her name called again. It was with tinge of fear. Emily. She wondered what phone Emily was calling from, it hadn't been her ring tone, and she didn't recognize the number. Her stomach tightened into a hard knot. She swallowed hard wanting the lump in her throat to retreat. "Em, what's wrong?"

There was commotion in the back round, and she wished the girl would find somewhere quiet to talk, but she didn't say anything.

"You need to get here. It's dad." She was quiet as she spoke, and Gillian could picture her curled in on herself, the phone clutched in both hands.

"Where?"

"The hospital." A soft sob escaped the teenager's throat.

Hurriedly, she began gathering her things. The words rushed over her tongue, almost jumbled, but firm. "Emily, what happened?"

She heard raised voice over the line, and Gillian barely made out the girl's words before the call went dead. 'Just hurry.'

What had happened? Why had she hung up? If Emily was calling did that mean something was really wrong with Cal? What if he was dead? She stood stunned, her heart nearly beating out of her chest, staring at the phone in her hand.

Loker quickly rapped on the open door. Walking in, his head buried in a file, he missed Gillian jump, startled by his sudden appearance. "Hey, Boss Lady, where's the Boss Man? Cause I got a case here I think would be right up his ally." He waited, still reading over the details, and when he didn't receive an answer within a few moments he looked up. A look of half concealed fear was etched on her face, and it worried him. "Foster?"

Her eyes met his, and the contact started her moving again. "I've got to go." She ignored his presence as she went for her shoes. Managing to get them on the second time without the back folding in she hastily threw on her coat, grabbed her bag from the couch, and she went for the door.

"Wait…" His thought died before it made it to his lips though. She didn't stop, didn't look back. Tossing the file down, he followed her out into the hall running into Torres in the process.

Stepping back, she glared at him shaking the coffee from her hand. "What the hell?"

Ignoring her comment, he side stepped her and continued after Foster. She hurried after him. Setting the crumpled cup in the reception desk, Torres looked around quickly before wiping her hand on her jeans. They could always be washed. "What's going on?"

He didn't stop, but threw her a sideways glace. "No idea, she won't tell me."

Torres rolled her eyes. Passing by him, she grabbed Foster's arm sending her to a jolting stop. The older woman tried to break free, but it was useless, her hold was too tight.

"Let go." It was an order, and Torres half expected to keel over dead with the look she was receiving. It was odd and scary, between the two of them, Foster was always the calm level-headed one. She didn't glare or yell or threaten in a low voice, but here she was acting slightly like her partner, and it was a little terrifying for the protégé. "I have to go."

Refusing to let go, Torres watched Gillian struggle to break free. Suddenly, she stopped pulling, and dropped her head. Her shoulders heaved as she tried to steady her breathing. "You can't go anywhere like this you'll end up in a wreck. And then Lightman would kill us."

The simple statement broke the dam. Everything that happen, what she did know and what she didn't, became too much to keep inside. And she hated it. Hated that she was breaking, but mostly she hated that it was happening in front of her employees. She felt her knees waver as a sob slipped out then arms around her.

Torres looked horrified as she held Foster up. She shot Loker a questioning look only receiving a shrug in return. "Tell us what happened, and where you need to go. We'll take you."

It took several moments before she had enough air to speak again. When she looked up her eyes were unfocused, and in her daze they heard her muttered something. It took a moment longer for it to register with them. "Hospital."

Loker and Torres passed back knowing looks before ushering her to the car. They drove in silence, having nothing to say that would ease the tension.

Gillian sat in the passenger seat eyes staring out the window, but not seeing. Her mind wandered away from her, back to Christmas Day. Just a few months ago when everything had been alright, great even. Emily had left to spend the day with her mother, and she and Cal had spent the day lazing about. Lifetime movies, and an almost endless supply of sweets on hand.

The movie was only half way through when he shut the TV off, rearranging himself on the couch to look at her. Resting his head on his fist, he watched her rolled her eyes and turn toward him.

"Is there a reason you shut the movie off?" she asked exasperated, but amused. She was well beyond pleased that he had managed to sit there as long as he had. Four sappy Christmas movies, and enough sugar to kill an elephant she figured he would have snapped hours before.

"Well, course there is or I wouldn't have done it," he said throwing this hands around. Licking his lips, he scooted closer, and placed his arm around her, pulling her into him. "I got a question."

She shook her head, shocked for a moment, and poked him in the chest. "You're asking to ask me a question?" She gave him a skeptical look.

"It didn't sound like a question." The corners of his mouth pulled down, as he pretended to give it thought.

"No, it was a statement, but it sounded like a question." Giving in, he nodded in the affirmative. "Alright," she drug the word out unsure if she was going to regret answering.

He licked his lips again. "Have you ever thought of getting remarried?"

The bluntness caught her off guard, that hadn't been what she thought would come out his mouth. If she thought about it, it wasn't the bluntness, it was the words themselves, he was always blunt. "I don't know. I guess I never thought about it." He frowned for a second before masking the hurt, but it wasn't fast enough, she saw, and quickly continued. "I guess it would depend on who was asking."

She cuddled closer to him. It was cute he was still so nervous about them even after it was official. He smiled at her, a real genuine smile, and she laughed. "What are you laughing at, might I ask?"

She put her hand on his chest, and looked up at him. "That better not have been your proposal, Cal Lightman."

He kissed the top of her head then rested his cheek there. "Course not, love.