A/N: Post ep for Fold Equity…takes place the morning after the events in the episode.

It was 6 in the morning and unable to stay away any longer Cal Lightman stood in front of her door. He wanted to tell her that their money problems were over, that The Lightman Group would be flush, at least for a little while. And now that their Vegas excursion was almost over and out of his system. at least for now, Cal wanted to get back in touch with reality, back in touch with her. He'd knocked on her door over 30 seconds before and he could hear movement behind the door and flashes of light behind the peephole.

"Just a minute," a female voice called. It was Gillian. He could hear her undoing the lock finally opening the door, but only by a few inches.

"Hey," she said, it was the first time he'd really seen her smiling in Vegas.

Cal glanced over her, the way he did a thousand times throughout any given day. Her hair was tousled and she was wearing a man's dress shirt and nothing else. The buttons didn't match up and it looked like it'd been slept in

"You need something, Cal?" she asked, still smiling, then glancing over her shoulder back into her room, as if checking on something or someone.

"Uh, yeah, uh, no, it can wait," he said, knowing his emotions were written all over his face.

Gillian looked at him, almost seductively, and said, "You sure?"

"Yeah, luv," he answered, his voice more DC than Vegas.

"Okay, see you in a few hours," she answered, shifting her bare leg forward.

"Yeah," he answered, knowing that the jealousy he was feeling was completely out of line, especially after his little tryst with Poppy, not to mention both he and Ben had commented that she needed to lighten up over the past couple of days. Ben, could he be…no, he wouldn't…he wouldn't sleep with someone he worked with…not Gillian. Cal turned to leave and just as Gillian was about to close the door, he turned back toward her.

"Hey Foster," he said, watching her crack the door again.

"Yes, Cal," she answered, this time running her hand through her hair, moistening her lips with her tongue.

" Just thought I'd tell you, you're room has the best view," he said, meeting her eyes and knowing she knew what he was talking about.

Cal turned and walked down the hall, and Gillian shut the door. She leaned her back against the cold surface, a wide smile covering her face. The room was empty, except for her. She'd known that he'd show up at her room sooner or later and she'd known what he would think if she showed up at the door looking like this. He was so predictable, if only to her. Gillian jumped on the bed and pulled the blanket up over her bare legs, settling against the pillows. She couldn't contain her laughter any longer. Cal Lightman wasn't the only one who knew how to bluff.