Disclaimer: I don't own Lie To Me
The office was hard to miss, as the words "Lightman Group" were plastered on the front of the building in large white letters. Marc Peterson swallowed nervously and unconsciously straightened his tie. He wiped his sweaty palms on his beige trousers before pulling the door open. The inside was almost like any typical office: clean interior design, professionals scurrying about, and a business atmosphere. The only thing that seemed out of the place the wall of faces. In fact, it was the only thing that confirmed him that he had gotten to the right place.
"Excuse me, sir," a voice from behind the front desk chirped. "Do you have an appointment scheduled with us today?"
"Uh… No, uh, I-" Marc stammered, voice shaking slightly. It didn't take a body language expert to see the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "I'm looking for Dr. Foster."
"Can I help you, mate?" A swaggering British accent drew Marc's attention away from the woman behind the desk and to a man who was sauntering towards him. He looked… scraggly for lack of better words. He was dressed significantly more casually than every other person in the office, and he had a five o'clock shadow, though it was only a little past eight in the morning. He could have passed for just about any age, but the dark circles under his eyes suggested middle-aged.
When Marc remembered how to use words, he managed to spit out, "Are you Dr. Lightman?"
"Yeah." The man's eyes seemed to study him as if under a microscope. And you are?"
"Peterson. Marc Peterson," he said and extended his hand. "Can you help me?"
At that moment, a beautiful woman emerged from a nearby office. She made eye contact with Marc and smiled gently, walking towards him with an air of kindness.
"Are you Dr. Foster?" Marc demanded the moment she was in earshot.
"I am," she replied, her voice soft and sweet. She shook his outstretched hand that Lightman had rejected.
"This is Marc Peterson. He wants our help," he said. Marc couldn't tell if the look on his face was a sneer or just his face.
Dr. Foster smiled sympathetically. "Of course. Unfortunately, we don't usually do walk-ins, but I'm sure that our secretary would be happy to schedule a consultation."
"Here's the thing," Marc blurted, stumbling through the speech he had practiced in his car on the way to the office. "I'm a social worker at an underfunded public school, so I was wondering if you could do this, you know, pro-bono."
Dr Lightman rolled his eyes. "Well, Marc, I think it's time for you to start a gofundme account. Come back to us when-"
"Cal!" Dr. Foster scolded, shooting him a disapproving look.
"Wait, I can make this worth your while! I promise!" Marc raised his trembling hands and thought about dropping to his knees and begging. They had to take the case. They just had to.
"You really believe that, don't you?" Dr. Lightman gave him a down up. "Well come on then, let's hear it." He raised his eyebrow, the right side of his mouth twitching into a smile, daring him onwards.
Marc took a steadying breath and faced the woman. All or nothing. "Dr. Foster? I can help you to get your daughter back."
Hey! This is my first Lie To Me fanfic. I'm glad to see that there's still some people who are attached to the show.
Anyway, this story popped into my head and I needed to get it out. Please review let me know if you want me to continue.