Title: All You Have to Say (1/?)
Disclaimer: Of course, they're not mine.
Spoilers: Lady Heather's Box
Pairing: Catherine/Grissom
Lady Heather sat on the edge of Gil Grissom's desk. She could not count the number of stares that she had attracted since she had perched herself up there ten minutes ago. She could understand it if she was wearing her usual attire, but today she had on jeans and a red sweater. She looked around the office. Grissom had all kinds of specimen jars and cases of dead bugs around his office. She smiled, she loved men that were passionate about things, even it was bugs.
Grissom rounded the corner to his office door and had stepped through before noticing that Lady Heather was sitting on his desk. He stopped dead in his tracks. She was the last person that he expected to see sitting there. He did let a small smile escape his lips and he ran a nervous hand through his graying hair. It was the first time that he had seen her since he had investigated the murders of two of her employees and they had....
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked nonchalantly as he stepped further into the room.
Lady Heather turned to her purse and pulled out a small gold money clip, "I believe that this belongs to you." She showed no emotion at all and he couldn't tell if she was happy to see him or not.
Grissom reached to take the money clip and their hands touched. He left his there longer than necessary and looked into her eyes. It was almost as if he were under her spell.
"I accept," she said finally breaking the silence and allowing him a little smile.
"What?" he asked as bit confused.
"Your apology," she answered as she got off the desk and rested one of her hands on his chest.
"I don't remember exactly offering one," he teased.
Lady Heather took her hand off his chest, turned to leave and said, "Well then, I guess I will be going."
He hurriedly grabbed her by the arm, "I'm sorry."
She stopped and turned to him, their faces only inches apart. He could practically hear her heart beating through her sweater. He could tell that this was new territory for her and the relationship road was not one well traveled for him either.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, knowing that he found her charm almost irresistible.
Grissom leaned a little closer to her and paused as if he were thinking about something, and before he could move he heard a voice...
"Hey Gris, there' s been a murder suicide over at the..," Catherine Willows strode through the door and stopped in midsentence. It took a lot to shock Catherine, but this had certainly done the trick.
Grissom jumped back suddenly like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar. He was definitely nervous now.
Catherine finally gained her composure and smiled, "It's good to see you again, Lady Heather."
TBC.......
Lady Heather sat on the edge of Gil Grissom's desk. She could not count the number of stares that she had attracted since she had perched herself up there ten minutes ago. She could understand it if she was wearing her usual attire, but today she had on jeans and a red sweater. She looked around the office. Grissom had all kinds of specimen jars and cases of dead bugs around his office. She smiled, she loved men that were passionate about things, even it was bugs.
Grissom rounded the corner to his office door and had stepped through before noticing that Lady Heather was sitting on his desk. He stopped dead in his tracks. She was the last person that he expected to see sitting there. He did let a small smile escape his lips and he ran a nervous hand through his graying hair. It was the first time that he had seen her since he had investigated the murders of two of her employees and they had....
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked nonchalantly as he stepped further into the room.
Lady Heather turned to her purse and pulled out a small gold money clip, "I believe that this belongs to you." She showed no emotion at all and he couldn't tell if she was happy to see him or not.
Grissom reached to take the money clip and their hands touched. He left his there longer than necessary and looked into her eyes. It was almost as if he were under her spell.
"I accept," she said finally breaking the silence and allowing him a little smile.
"What?" he asked as bit confused.
"Your apology," she answered as she got off the desk and rested one of her hands on his chest.
"I don't remember exactly offering one," he teased.
Lady Heather took her hand off his chest, turned to leave and said, "Well then, I guess I will be going."
He hurriedly grabbed her by the arm, "I'm sorry."
She stopped and turned to him, their faces only inches apart. He could practically hear her heart beating through her sweater. He could tell that this was new territory for her and the relationship road was not one well traveled for him either.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, knowing that he found her charm almost irresistible.
Grissom leaned a little closer to her and paused as if he were thinking about something, and before he could move he heard a voice...
"Hey Gris, there' s been a murder suicide over at the..," Catherine Willows strode through the door and stopped in midsentence. It took a lot to shock Catherine, but this had certainly done the trick.
Grissom jumped back suddenly like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar. He was definitely nervous now.
Catherine finally gained her composure and smiled, "It's good to see you again, Lady Heather."
TBC.......
