Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Just a simple fan and writer.
A/N: As I've said before, I'm going to be posting a few Lady Heather/Grissom short stories. Could be read as a standalone or part of my ongoing LH/G ficlets. What happens when Sara and Sofia find out about the "affair"? Not set in any specific time period... maybe before the The Good, The Bad and The Dominatrix.
Ficlet 25: Discovered
It was the end of the day and Grissom was getting ready to leave work. He walked out of the building and what he saw stopped him in his tracks. He had to take a second look, just to make sure the sun wasn't playing tricks on him.
Even with his sunglasses on he could see them quite clearly: Sara, Sofia and Heather. Standing by his Tahoe - in what appeared to be a heated conversation.
"How often have you swung by?" Sofia asked the woman clad in black.
"It's been a little over half a year," Heather responded demurely.
"And you're a… dominatrix," Sara looked like she was either intrigued or appalled.
"I was. I'm not doing that nowadays."
He had to walk over before the situation became potentially disastrous.
"Hello, Gil." she waved him over.
"Nice to see you, Heather."
She walked over to him, grabbed him by the collar and kissed him full on the lips.
"I missed you." She pouted slightly.
"It shows," he grinned.
Sara and Sofia just looked at the two in surprise.
Grissom and Heather got into the Tahoe and drove off, leaving the two law enforcers
to wonder what the heck just happened.
"I didn't know that was his type… Woah." Sofia blinked a few times.
"I thought he liked blondes…" Sara wondered.
The car was a cool refuge from the bright sun, and Grissom turned down the radio as he shot Heather an amused look.
"What were you girls talking about?"
She gave him a look as if to say, 'wouldn't you like to know?'
After a while she finally told him, "Just asking about you. They wanted to know who your new girlfriend was. That sort of thing."
"Well, I hope you didn't gloat too much," he said in a half serious tone.
"Of course not. I was on my best behavior. You know I don't stop by often. We don't see each other a lot."
"I saw you last night," he reminded her, as she stroked his beard.
"Well, it's getting harder to let you go."
Heather's hands were doing their little dance across his skin and he tried to concentrate on the road. No such luck, when her lips were breathing softly on his ear, he practically lost it.
He had to get to her place or his place as soon as he could. Heck, even a motel would do.
Before they could get any farther he saw sirens in his rearview mirror.
"Crap," he muttered. Grissom pulled over and Heather immediately took her hands off him.
"Grissom?"
It was Brass. Why did fate have to embarrass him in such a way…?
"You realize you were doing sixty miles in a thirty mile zone? What's the hurry?"
Brass leaned in and noticed the buxom brunette in his seat.
"Oh, I see. Well, guess I shouldn't ask 'where's the fire'. It's pretty obvious."
"Jim, knock it off."
"I'll let you off with a warning. Drive safely, you crazy kids!" Brass said, chuckling the whole way back to the car.
"Well… that seemed to have killed the mood," Grissom sighed as he started to drive towards his townhouse.
"I know how to get the mood back, as soon as we get to your house," she whispered.
His house seemed so far away...
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So the lovely 'Kessom' (is that what they're called? Also been called T-4-2...) couple have been discovered by just about everyone. Yeah. That's my reasoning for the lame title. In any case, some feedback is always appreciated, and thanks for reading.