A/N: Just a short drabble about what I think should have happened in the season finale.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Lady Heather strode to the front door of her dominion. Her employees had been given the week off, as she needed some time alone. She wasn't expecting company, so she was intrigued to see who it was.

Pulling the large oak door open, she was shocked to see Gil Grissom standing on the other side.

"Yes?" Heather hid the anger and hurt in her voice very well.

"May I come in?" Gil asked.

Heather narrowed her eyes. She wanted nothing to do with him; Not a damn thing. But yet, she couldn't make herself tell him that.

"Fine," Heather sighed, moving aside to allow him room to step inside. "Why are you here?"

"I want to apologize to you. I made a mistake, not doing this sooner." Gil looked over at her for a moment.

Gil was accustomed to seeing her in a leather shirt of some sort with a long black shirt. He was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing her usual attire. This evening, the brunette was donning a grey soft-looking sweater with black slacks. She looked very stunning, he noted mentally, even more so than usual.

"Is this really necessary? It's been three years. Why now, after all this time?" Heather folded her arms over her chest as the words left her mouth.

"I made a mistake earlier tonight. I almost slept with on of my CSIs," Gil replied.

The evening flashed before his eyes. The younger CSI in a silk robe; He remembered looking her up and down. The two had rented a hotel room for the weekend, thinking that maybe it was time for a relationship between them. But as they had gotten into the very plush hotel bed, Gil had realized he didn't want the CSI, for he still loved the dominatrix.

He stared at the floor, awaiting what she would say in return.

Heather icily glared at him, her anger rising steadily with each passing second.

"It took you three years and nearly sleeping with one of your employees to make you travel out here and apologize?"

Gil raised his eyes to look at her, taking a step forward. "Not only apologize. But to tell you that I do still love you."

The woman before him said nothing. She was very deeply hurt. The last time the two had seen each other, Gil had basically accused her of murder. And now, he was standing before her, saying he had realized he still loved her. This was a new feeling of hurt; Not only hurt, but disappointment and anger as well.

"Mr. Grissom—"

"—Gil," He corrected.

"Gil," Heather sighed. "I don't know that we can work this out. I was very upset by your words and actions three years ago. I didn't forgive you then because I didn't expect to ever see you again."

Nodding slowly, Gil blinked a few times. So she didn't forgive him and it didn't seem as though she planned on doing so anytime soon.

"You aren't even willing to try?"

Heather thought for a moment. The truth be told, part of her still loved him. She didn't want him to know that, because still loving him meant she had forgiven him at least a little bit. She sighed, attempting to figure out what to do.

"I didn't say that. We… we can try, but this is strongly against what I think we should do," Heather told him, tucking a stray hair behind her left ear.

A few silent moments passed. Not being able to take the quiet anymore, Gil spoke.

"What now?" He was obviously happy she had agreed to try again.

Heather thought for a moment. "Tea. I suppose there are some things we need to talk about," She replied.

And as the two sat down to their late evening tea, slyly sneaking glances at each other, they realized one thing. Between Gil's undying love for the dominatrix and Heather's irresoluteness about the whole situation, it was going to be a very long night.