"Aye aye. Don't clock out just yet, all right?
I wasn't going anywhere. I was waiting for you. And Wallowski. Don't think that lunch with Torres fooled me.
Where'd you go, then? Somewhere swanky?
Why do you feel it's necessary to hide her from me?
How do you know that I'm not hiding you from her?
I'm so glad I waited for you.
You don't like her, do you?
I don't know her, thanks to you.
Well, look, I had to lie for her to you when she was being investigated. I don't want to have to do that again.
You keep trying to protect me. How sweet.
Oh, so, you're okay with her, then.
I didn't say that. Yet.
You know, she's good. I mean, you know, she's very good. At what she does.
I wouldn't know.
Right. Dinner's on me. It's a threesome.
You'll have to use another card. This one was denied.
Oh, yeah? What you been up to?
Here's the other half.
Gillian was in her bathroom applying lipstick and humming softly to the tune coming from the record player which was neatly resting on her bedroom dresser. That was when she heard her phone ringing and smiled upon seeing Cal's name display on her screen.
"Hello," she answered.
"Are you almost ready, love?" came his voice from the phone.
"I'll be out the door in a minute." she tried to sound truthful, but her voice came out a little squeaky.
"Oh, yeah?" he was immediately onto her. "Thought about picking you up."
She smiled at his words knowing he's already set on doing it. "When will you be here?"
"I'm in your driveway."
Of course, she thought shaking her head. She stepped towards the window and looked down. His eyes were already on her. He waved at her and she smiled brightly.
"I'll be right down," she said before hanging up.
She made her way to Cal's car, her eyes shyly focused on the ground when she noticed his stare. He was leaning on his car watching her with a smug smile.
"Aren't you a vision, darling?" he kissed her on the cheek.
"Hmm, you clean up nicely," she commented as she returned the kiss.
"After you." he opened the passenger door for her. Humor evident in his voice.
"I know you're trying to butter me up." she pointed her finger at him as she sat in the car.
The drive to the restaurant was pleasantly spent. Some old soul music coming from the radio station that Teddy recommended to him, their conversation focused on Emily's college decisions and some old college memories. But as they were nearing their destination, he became fidgety.
"You don't have to be nervous, Cal. It's a pleasant environment a-and we're just going to talk. I mean what could go wrong?" she turned to look at him.
He sighed deeply hoping she was right.
While they were being escorted to their table, they've learned that they are the first to arrive. The waiter came back holding 3 menus. He glanced confusingly at an empty chair.
"I've been told…"
"We're still waiting." Cal cut him off.
"Would you like me to come back later?" asked the waiter.
Cal looked at Gillian who was sitting next to him behind a round table set for 3.
"We should wait…" she nodded at him.
"Right," he said shifting his look back to the waiter.
"Would you like anything to drink while you're waiting?"
"Yes, can we get 2 glasses of Pinot Noir…actually just bring the whole bottle." he nodded, and Gillian chuckled softly. "Please," he added attempting to sound polite.
"Very well, sir." the waiter smiled at the pair.
They watched him leave and then simultaneously focused their looks back on each other which made them both laugh, they were feeling particularly giddy tonight. The waiter came back with the wine and as the bottle got emptier the conversation became more and more comfortable. They were talking about anything and everything. Completely lost in their own world.
He did, however, glance up every now and then, discreetly scanning the room. He thought she might not notice but he knew she must've when he saw the spark in her eyes die down a little.
"I'm sure she's just stuck in traffic." she offered.
"Have we been driving through the same city earlier?" he teased making her smile.
"You know…" he draped his arm across the back of her chair. "I wouldn't mind if it was just the two of us." She nodded in agreement.
"Did I mention you look gorgeous…by the way. love?" he appeared nervous again but this time for a different reason.
"I think you've mentioned it, yeah," she replied smugly with a wine glass pressed to her lips.
He scooted closer to her. "Wouldn't lie to ya…" his fingers touched her shoulder briefly.
They turned around as a shadow appeared over them.
"Hello?" said Wallowski.
They straightened in their seats.
"Hi…you're late," exclaimed Cal accusingly.
"I'm sorry, I got stuck at work" she looked between them apologetically.
"Well you're here now." nodded Gillian smiling politely.
The waiter was at Sharon's side in a split second taking her coat. He even pulled out the chair for her like he tried with Gillian's earlier, but Cal was hovering over her beating him up to it.
"I suppose you're ready to order," he exclaimed joyfully.
Sharon was flipping through the menu looking like she wanted to be anywhere but here.
"This place is really fancy." she breathed out.
"You've never been here before?" asked Gillian softly.
Cal's eyes were on her the whole time. Gillian seemed surprised and flattered by the fact that Cal never brought Sharon here. It was their favorite place, they'd always come here to celebrate business anniversaries, bigger successes at work, birthdays, etc. They even came here to toast to Gillian's divorce. They helped the owner once and would sometimes eat on the house if he was there.
"Noup," she answered and was met by Cal's stare. "What do you normally order, doc… uh, Foster?"
"Oh, you don't want food advice from that one." he pointed at Gillian and she laughed slapping his shoulder playfully.
"W-why?" Sharon was looking between them. They were all talking but for some reason she already felt like she was being excluded.
"Awful taste…" he went on with teasing her.
"I'll remind you of that next time I compliment your cooking." she grinned, and he chuckled.
They sticked to small talk throughout their dinner, though Sharron appeared apathetic. He wasn't sure what got into her. But seeing him and Gillian in a relaxed environment was harder for her to take in than she originally thought. They were different from what she imagined. She knew he cared deeply about his best friend and she must've felt the same way about him but seeing them tell stories and finishing each other's sentences felt a lot more intimate than any other encounter she had with the two of them. She realized she likes Gillian, or she would like her if she didn't feel an unexpected string of jealousy tugging at her. She saw the way he was looking at her when she was talking and how heartfully he laughed at her jokes and she noticed the way she'd touch his arm to stop him when he mixed up information from different cases they were telling her about.
"This wine's really good…" she jumped in to break one of their playful banters that she thought went on for too long.
They looked at her sheepishly. Awkward silence took place for a few moments.
"We have a funny story about this particular wine, don't we Gillian?" he emphasized the word funny.
"Sure, you do" said Sharon under her breath.
"What'd you say, darling?" he asked looking at her warningly.
"Said I'd love to hear it."
Gillian shook her head smiling. "When we…moved first piece of furniture to the office…that was the big brown sofa…we bought this wine to celebrate and he…" she stopped to look and him and he chuckled looking between her and Sharon who was pretending to be intrigued by the story.
"He bought 3 bottles…"
"Just to be sure," he added innocently.
"And we ended up drinking all of them and dancing in his office…a-anyway Alec, my ex-husband, came to pick me up and he was…he was" she looked a little flushed.
"Not pleased, to say the least." he tried to help her.
"He thought we were sleeping together." she blurted out and they laughed like it was the most unimaginable scenario possible.
"Funny!" said Sharon. "Because we have a similar story, actually, we once got really drunk in his office too and ended up screwing on that couch."
The laughter stopped. It felt like the time had stopped altogether. Gillian took in a sharp intake of breath looking at the table in front of her and Sharon immediately felt wrong for saying that. She felt Cal's icy glaze on her.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" she sighed. "I've had a long day…" she was focused on Gillian who just shook her head in disregard. Giving an impression she didn't care about her remark.
The waiter came back just in time to save them from further awkwardness.
"Can I offer you some dessert?" his enthusiasm unmatched by their expressions.
Cal looked between the ladies. He rarely had dessert and after that he definitely wasn't in the mood.
"I'm full," exclaimed Sharon patting her belly.
"I'll pass, thank you," said Gillian calmly. And Cal knew it was time to take her home. Unlike him Gillian never turned down dessert, so he knew she must've been longing for the night to end.
He excused himself to go pay the bill leaving them alone.
"So, you two are very different from each other," offered Sharon.
"You're not as similar as I thought." Gillian shook her head.
"Oh…" Sharon breathed slightly taken aback.
"Shall we call it a night?" Cal hurried back to their table.
They were standing awkwardly in front of the restaurant.
"You going home?" he asked Wallowski.
"Yeah," she said quickly, her eyes hopeful.
"Ok, well, we drove together, so…" he waved his hand between himself and Gillian. "We'll talk," he said sternly.
She nodded and reached over to shake Gillian's hand. "Good night." Then she looked at Cal and walked off.
He turned to Gillian and sighed. She was looking at him accusingly. He opened his mouth to talk but seemed at loss for words.
"Look," he finally said. "I've no idea…what that was about."
His car appeared in front of them and he was handed the keys. They were quiet until he drove off.
"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered.
She turned her head to really look at him and he looked genuinely apologetic. It wasn't even his fault, he had good intentions, so she decided to go easy on him.
"It wasn't that bad…" she tried.
"Oh, please. You-you turned down dessert." he let go of the steering wheel to point at her.
"If I pretend, she wasn't there it was actually quite fun," she said in a teasing voice.
He groaned but was glad she was taking it so well.
"Well what do you want me to say, Cal? We just don't…click. Not the way we do. I-I mean you must have noticed she was dying to leave since the moment she joined us." she tried to explain.
"You know, she's not actually a bad person, she's just…"
"You keep saying that." she pointed out.
"Gill." he sounded desperate.
"I'll take your word for it," she said after a moment of silence. He squeezed her hand gratefully.
The night seemed calm and the streets were almost empty, so it didn't take long before he pulled in her driveway.
"I'm sorry this didn't go as you planned." she sighed sympathetically.
"It wasn't your fault, love." he reached over and patted her legs.
She caught his hand and held it with both hers. He offered to walk her to the door.
"And I thought threesomes were supposed to be fun," he said once they reached her entrance.
She rolled her eyes laughing and he joined in after hearing her laugh.
"Did you want to…" she pointed to the house.
"No, no it's late. We've work tomorrow. Bright and early." he smiled softly.
"Well good night then," she whispered.
He stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. She giggled when he swayed them back and forth like that time when they danced in his office. He held onto her hand after they pulled away. "Night, love."
He reached over and placed a kiss in the corner of her mouth after she opened her entry door. "Lock up, all right?"
She nodded and smiled. "Drive safely." she patted his chest.
"Right." he began walking towards his car. "See you tomorrow, darling," he yelled just before driving off.
"Can't wait," she whispered into the night air.
This is just something silly I came up with. I always wondered if that dinner actually ended up happening. Hope you enjoy & thank you for reading and leaving reviews! (: