Lightman returned to work the inayofuata day. He felt bored at nyumbani and needed something to keep his mind off the pain. He didn't want to bump into Foster. He still wasn't sure how to explain what he alisema the other night

"Lightman your back"
"Torres. Well i got bored at home. So what have wewe been up too?"
"Nothing. Just watching old footage with Loker"
"Aye aye"
"No not like that...."
"Keep telling yourself that"
"Do wewe know if Foster's in yet?"
"No. Why?"
"Loker and i need to talk to her about something"
"You better try her office"
"Okay. Are wewe not coming with?"
"No. Why would i?"
"Well it's about Foster...

A/N: This chapter is really dark. I will warn wewe now. But, however, do NOT lose faith - this just sets up the stage for the rest of this little ficlet :)

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Now, Gillian was almost ready for kitanda when suddenly, the lamp flicked on, inaonyesha Alec laying fully clothed on the bed.

"Alec, wewe scared me!" she practically squealed, before coming over and giving him a light kiss. She went to pull away but was stopped kwa his hand tight around her wrist. She frowned, confused.

"Alec," she alisema slowly, her psycologist training kicking in - now she was afraid,...

A/N: Ok, I'm no longer part of this spot, true. However, I made this fic a long time ago, so I might as well post it here.

After all, everyone knows I'm not going to last not shipping anything but my dark-chocolate ships.

*sigh*

Oh, well, at least I'll get some content back when I re-add this spot...about maybe three years from now.

*evil laugh*

Enjoy.
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The dim light in his office casted the silhouette of his figure on the floor, a blurry copy of his outline. The little light that fell on his face revealed a pensive look that usually fell upon his...