I've got another teaser going here. Interested? Should I continue?

He glided through the crowd with the grace and ease of a predator. Intensity and power emanated from him in waves causing people to unconsciously stay out of his path. Stopping suddenly when he saw his prey, a young man almost collided with him and immediately let out a sigh of relief when no contact was made.

The man adjusted his face carefully before he approached the dark haired woman at the bar. His smile slid easily into what could be construed as charming. He was an outstanding actor. Foolish people made it so easy for him. She responded to him within minutes, tossing her hair and pushing it behind her ear. His voice had a lilt to it that women reacted to and he used it to his advantage. Someone he knew once told him that he could tell someone to go to hell in that voice of his and they'd smile and ask for directions. Giggling, she leaned into him. He could smell perfume, cigarettes and booze fused into a heinous stink that almost burned his nose. Hated it. She had no idea. Looping an arm around her waist, she placed her head against his shoulder. He laughed when she laughed, just mimicking her expressions and emotions and didn't really pay attention to her words. Buying her several drinks had her pitching against him more and more. It wouldn't be long.

"Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" The charming smile stayed as he tilted his head to the side.

Giggling, she stood up too quickly and almost stumbled face first into a personal inspection of the floor. He caught her easily, arms locking around her. He was stronger than he looked.

They sifted through the crowd, out the door and into the cool October night.

(BREAK)

Cal opened his eyes to sunlight filtering in through the blinds and one hell of a hangover. He instantly blanketed an arm over his face to snuff out the brightness but that did nothing to diminish the jackhammer in his skull. Lying still for several minutes did nothing for him so he finally gave up and threw his legs over the side of the couch before running a hand over his face. He was wearing the same wrinkled clothing from the day before and his mouth tasted like scotch flavored cotton. .

A note propped next to a bottle of aspirin on the coffee table caught his attention.

Cal unfolded it, squinting because he didn't want to look for his glasses.

Doesn't look like you can hold your liquor as well as you used to old man.

Must do this again sometime soon.

Cheers.

-Mason

"Shit." Memories of the previous day and evening spilled into his head. They'd gone to how many bars? Lots. Quite a few women flickered in his mind's eye (Foster would kill him) and at least one fight to boot.

Allowing a groan that unfortunately vibrated through his pounding head, Cal decided that Mason was right. He was too old for this crap.

Getting to his feet rather precariously, he took the bottle of aspirin to the kitchen to toss back four before making his way to the staircase to head up for a shower and change of clothes.

His cell phone went off in his pocket half way up. With a grimace he pulled it out, checked the number, rolled his eyes and answered.

"What can I do for you Foster?"

There was a long pause. He unconsciously cringed.

"Cal, you sound terrible."

"Can you say that a little bit quieter luv?"

He could hear a sudden intake of breath on her end and could easily read her anger. "Cal, we have a meeting with Senator Brennen in an hour and you're drunk?"

"Not anymore darlin'. I'll be on my way in 15 minutes."

"Maybe we should reschedule."

"Nonsense, it won't be a problem. I'll even remember the Visine."

Another pause filled the space between them as she debated for several moments. She finally decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Just be careful."

"Course." He smiled at her concern, disconnected and headed for a quick shower.

(BREAK)

In his haste he almost missed the envelope sticking out from under the doormat. Leaning down, he grabbed it, frowning as he took it with him to the car.

'Lightman' was typed on the front but there were no other identifying marks. He flipped it over just to make sure before ripping it open. One sheet of paper with only one line met his gaze.

'Are you seeing a pattern yet?'

What the hell?

Still frowning, he glanced around him as if the delivery boy were just hiding behind the neighbor's hedges and would come forward any second to offer an explanation to his hazy hung over brain. When no such thing occurred, he decided to worry about it later and shoved it into his coat pocket.

(BREAK)

Gillian gave a low knock before entering his office.

"Hello darlin'." Cal gave her a grin from behind his desk. "What can I do you for?"

"Just wanted to drop these off." She tossed several files on his desk, which he looked down at with mild disgust.

"That it?"

"Also wanted to say that I was pretty impressed how you handled Brennan, even with a hangover."

"What can I say? I am a professional."

She cocked an eyebrow at him as he grinned at her. "You're incorrigible."

"I know it luv."

Another knock at the door shifted Cal's gaze.

Anna stood in the entrance, appearing slightly uncomfortable as she always did. "Dr. Lightman? Um, this came for you. Well, actually it was on the desk when I got back from lunch." She stepped forward and handed him a small package.

"Thanks."

Anna gave a little nod and disappeared.

A typewritten 'Lightman' was the only mark on it. Just like the envelope from this morning. Frowning, Cal ripped it open.

"What's that?" Gillian stepped closer, her brow crinkled in puzzlement.

"Not sure luv."

A DVD slid out into his palm. The short typewritten note contained only one word. But for some reason, Cal felt a little cold.

'Enjoy.'

"Cal? Are you okay?" Gillian had come around to his side of the desk, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. "Is there something going on?"

"I don't know." He fingered the clear case, thinking about the note from this morning. Making a quick decision, he pulled the DVD out and popped it into his computer.

There was a blue screen for several seconds before the recording kicked in and showed a couple kissing on a couch or futon. The man's back was to the camera, but he had short sandy hair and a lean build. The woman had dark hair and light eyes. She groaned as she pulled the man forward, pushing at his sports coat as she attempted to undress him. The man allowed her to remove his coat but shook his head when she seemed to reach for the front on his pants.

"Cal? What is this?"

"Well, um, I'm not exactly sure…" The confusion in his voice was not an act.

Gillian's eyes narrowed as she watched.

The man shifted slightly, his profile partially coming into view but his features remained in shadows. A moment later, there was a flash of something shiny as the woman's eyes widened. A hand clamped over the woman's mouth when the silver object came near her throat. The recording ended.

"What the bloody hell?" Cal pushed back from his desk in horror as Gillian grabbed his arm with a gasp

The man's profile had been strangely familiar. It looked like Cal.