Gillian Foster was laughing. She was laughing because her business partner and friend, Cal Lightman was making her. First he told her about the woman he'd encountered with her married lover. He told her how he'd told that woman that her lover was lying, that he was never going to leave his wife for her. Then he told her about Emily's latest boyfriend and how he had greeted him at their doorway.

"My god, she must have been mortified." Gillian chuckled, leaning forward and taking her glass of the table. It was late and everyone else had scampered off to respective homes and bars. Except Cal and Gillian. Because they never went home early. Cal would go home if Emily were there; otherwise he'd extend his time in the Lightman Building. And Gillian, she knew her husband was working late and she didn't like going home to an empty house.

"Nah, she'll get over it." Cal laughed, knocking back the last of his own wine in one swift motion. He glanced up at her, trying to read her face but she was, for once, giving nothing away. They were silent for a moment until Gillian spoke again.

"So what made you tell the woman about her lover?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. He saw so many things, she realised, that he couldn't possibly fix. She wondered what had prompted him to try fixing this one. Sometimes she wondered if he didn't hate it, being able to look at people and know exactly what they were feeling. He scrunched his face up. She could see the clocks whirring in his head, thinking of an answer. In the end, the one he gave her was the truth.

"Something Torres said to me before I left. About, seeing things and not doing anything about them…" He reached across the table, picking up the half empty bottle of wine and pouring them each another glass, marvelling at how much they had managed to drink in a short space of time. He noticed Gillian was looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate on his answer.

"I saw someone lying and I said nothing about it, so Torres, being the expert she is already, started hassling me about it," he said, shrugging.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"No one, just someone in the Analysis Room…" Gillian sat back in her seat, holding her wine glass and twirling it slightly in her hand. Cal was sure she was going to spill some of it over the rim. Eventually she looked up at him again.

"Why didn't you tell the person about it?" she asked, though she was only looking for him to confirm her suspicions. He glanced at her and their eyes locked for a moment. Everything he might have said, could have and possibly should have said got lost in her eyes, and again, he ended up telling her the truth.

"Because of the line, love."