A/N: I just now realized that I had the chapters all mixed up. But I've fixed it. Enjoy!
Gil Grissom exhaled sharply as he stroked her hair. Without fully realizing what she was doing, he had just stopped Lady Heather Kessler from committing murder.
He held her as she sobbed, her tears running down her pale cheeks, off of her face and onto his shirt. Gil could feel the moister beginning to soak his entire shoulder.
The man bound to the front of Heather's vehicle, Johann Wolfowitz, groaned loudly in pain. He struggled furiously to untie the ropes from his wrists.
Doing his best to ignore Wolfowitz, Gil continued stroking Heather's hair in an attempt to calm her. Her entire body seemed to shake harder with each sob.
Gil felt as if his heart were crumbling as he held her. Each sob from Heather was agony filled, and it hurt to know that he couldn't help her stop crying.
Wolfowitz's cries for help became louder, along with Heather's pain filled sobs. Gil closed his eyes as he tried to decide which to help first; The man tied tightly to the car, or Heather?
Hastily deciding Heather was much more important, Gil sprung into action.
"Shut up!" He shouted at Wolfowitz, who was crying out louder than ever.
Heather stopped sobbing for a brief moment and looked at Gil. She was obviously startled by the anger in his voice.
"Come on, Heather," He whispered to her, ignoring the look on her face that was so heartbreaking. She was still breathing irregularly and was fighting to calm herself, but it seemed to be a lost cause.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Gil attempted to get Heather to walk to his car. Upon taking the first step, she let out a sob and picked her right foot up off of the ground; Gil glanced down at it to see if it was injured but the combination of her leather boots and black pants sheltered her ankle from view.
Gil quickly scooped Heather up in his arms, making her inhale a gasping breath; A harder breath than she had been breathing.
Taking long strides Gil walked to his Denali with Heather in his arms.
"What… are… you… doing?" Heather gasped. Each time her breathing slowed, the tears began. It seemed as though she were trying to decide which one was worse; The hyperventilating or crying.
"Just, just try and calm down," Gil whispered, still walked to his vehicle.
Wolfowitz's cries intensified, drawing more anger from Gil. But he managed to keep it under wraps for a while longer.
Using the hand that was supporting Heather's back, Gil was able to open the back passenger door; With little effort he placed her on the back seat.
"Stay here," Gil ordered.
Heather remained in the upright sitting position until Gil slammed the door shut. Then she collapsed to her right in a fit of sobs, covering her pale face with her hands.
Gil trudged back to Wolfowitz, a mixed look of disgust and shock on his face.
"Untie me, please!" The man hoarsely begged.
Gil once again ignored his pleads for help. "Why did you kill her?" He hissed.
There wasn't any solid proof that Wolfowitz had killed Heather's daughter, Zoe. But Gil was going with what his gut told him; And it said that this guy was definitely guilty.
"It doesn't matter. Please help me!" His cries made Gil's blood boil.
"Answer me and I'll consider it!"
"I wanted to do tests on her child and she refused. She had to be taught a lesson," Wolfowitz sneered.
Just as Gil was about to teach the man his own lesson, two ambulances and two police cars pulled down the dirt drive, their sirens blaring. Captain Brass stepped out of the first car. He surveyed the scene before him; His eyes landed on Johann Wolfowitz who was tied tightly to the grille of an unidentified Suburban.
The paramedics rushed into action, untying Wolfowitz from the car. Gil strode toward Brass, a semi shocked look still on his face.
"What the hell happened?" The detective asked at once.
Gil sighed. "Heather… she… whipped him." He gestured to the EMT's, who were now loading Wolfowitz into the first ambulance.
Brass's eyes followed the medics for a few seconds.
"Where is she?" He asked gruffly.
Gil slowly pulled open the Denali's passenger door; Heather was lying down on the seat, her hands still covering her face but it appeared that she was either asleep or had passed out from the irregular breathing.
He pulled her from the car, slowly and gently as so not to startle her. Heather groaned in her sleep as Gil picked her up again. Brass followed behind the Entomologist as he carried passed out Heather to the second ambulance.
"I can't believe she would do this," Gil sighed. He managed to climb into the ambulance and lay Heather down on the gurney. The medics informed him that they would handle things from there; As he jumped out of the vehicle, they slammed the doors and tore off, sirens once again blaring.
"It's pretty shocking," Brass admitted.
The two men stood in silence, the dust around them settling back to the ground.
"I'd better get to the hospital," Gil exhaled.
But even after those words left his mouth, Gil made no move. Not to walk to his car, not to do anything. He simply stood there in shock as he realized the woman he loved had almost committed murder.
And yet, he still loved her.
