Chapter Six: White Noise

Carefully navigating the slippery courtyard steps, Gillian tries not to think about Cal. She especially tries not to think about Wallowski with Cal, or the various ways in which the attractive detective is no doubt thanking him for putting their company at risk… again. Mindful of the heavy plastic bag swinging like a ( Read more... )

Chapter Five: Remote Viewing

It’s like foreplay.

Slumped low in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles jut a bloodless white from the surrounding skin, the man in the Mercedes works himself up with scenarios of revenge. He indulges in violent fantasies, replaying them over and over again like snuff films projected against ( Read more... )

Chapter Four: Compartmentalization

The remains of dinner are spread out across the table, an untouched pickle and the crust of a sandwich bearing the crenellated marks of Wallowski’s teeth on her side, nothing but grease-stained wax paper on his. Pretzels litter the no man’s land between them, dropping fat crystals of salt like snakes shedding ( Read more... )

Chapter Three: Chiaroscuro

Gillian drums her fingers on her desk. A headache is beginning to grate at her temples, a sliver of glass pricking and stinging as it works its way to the surface. Not bad, not yet. But soon. Elsewhere in the building, people are wrapping things up for the evening, headed home to lovers and families and lives that ( Read more... )

Chapter Two: Ouroboros

Foster flinches when Cal enters The Cube, a blur of flushed cheeks and startled movement at the corner of his eye. A naughty girl caught in the act. So convincing, even he can't tell where she ends and the con begins. A dangerous confusion. Holding the door open, he hooks his thumb over his shoulder, back the way he came. ( Read more... )

Chapter 1: Tabula Rasa

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“So, Jerald…” Foster sighs, skimming through the file in her lap. The manila folder is balanced on her bare knees, that tantalizing four-inch strip of promise exposed between her calf-length boots and smart little skirt. A breath passes, and then another, before she finally closes the file, tucks a strand of hair ( Read more... )

Prologue: Aftermath

Loker can’t remember what he was doing when the phone rang.

It’s a minor detail, completely inconsequential to the crisis at hand.

But it matters to Lightman, so it matters to him.

Slumped over a table in one of the conference rooms, the recently promoted exec interrogates himself as if he were a suspect, silently ( Read more... )

Title: Sex, Lies and Video Feed, Pt. 2
Rating: T
Pairing: Lightman/Foster
Spoilers: None
Summary: More fun with voyeurism.
Disclaimer: Cal and Gillian belong to someone else... which is a pity, because they'd have a lot more fun with me.
A/N: Effusive thanks to my beta, avidreadergirl, who's just plain brilliant.
A/N 2: Comments are always appreciated, and ( Read more... )

My fic-oriented thoughts normally don't stray too far from House, but I wrote a Lie To Me drabble... and Shawn Ryan didn't even call the next morning. I feel so cheap.

Title: Sex, Lies and Video Feed
Rating: T
Pairing: Lightman/Foster
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I totally own these characters. (Now that's a lie! )
A/N: Set pre-"Sacrifice"... As always, ( Read more... )