Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I'm merely a modest fan and writer.
A/N: Another Lady Heather/Grissom ficlet. These are sparse, so expect a few more from me soon. This is not canon, and not time specific. It is a possible continuation of my first Heather/Grissom ficlet or can be read as a stand alone piece. All you need to know is that Grissom and Heather are together. Hope you like it.
Ficlet 09: Office Visit
She remembered when he first invited her over to his job for a break. She made sure to wait outside until Grissom came out.
He encouraged her to come inside, get away from the heat. He assured her that he didn't care what the rest of the CSIs thought of her. But she knew him. He was a creature of habit. He wouldn't relinquish his hold on his job so easily.
This was why she felt a little uncomfortable sitting in his office.
"Are you
alright," Grissom caught her glancing around for the third
time.
"Yes. We should go if we want them to save our table at
the cafe."
"I still have some last minute paper work to
do. It will only take one minute, I promise," he sat down at his
desk, pulling out some papers, writing down a few things.
She let out a low hum, and got up to look at his various oddities.
"Pig in a jar... interesting," her hand traced along his shelf. The scratching of his pen was soft but noticeable. Lady Heather seemed to wander around aimlessly... like a restless lionness.
He softly
put down his pen, watching her as she walked around slowly, pausing
every so often to examine a book or a knick-knack.
She felt his
eyes on her back, without turning around she asked, "Are you
done?"
"I am. What are looking at?"
"Hmmm? Just a diploma. You were able to get you're PhD after a few years. Remarkable," she turned around slowly her fingers still tracing the letters on the framed certificate.
He was right beside her. His hand rested lightly on hers as they moved together. He turned her around slowly.
She gave him a
knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss her.
She wrapped his arms
around his neck, he in turn took her by the waist, pressing her
against the wall. Both were enveloped in each others' presence
unaware that the door squeaked open.
"Grissom!?"
"What the hell!?"
They pulled
back, Grissom looking like a deer caught in headlights, while Heather
simply wiped off a bit of smudged lipstick on her lips.
"You're
making out on company time!?"
It had to be Ecklie, Grissom cringed. Catherine he could handle, but Ecklie would make this a public scandal.
"Ecklie, we
should talk," Catherine tried to help Grissom out.
"No,
I think Gil and I should talk. With the sheriff," Ecklie was
stern and scowled at the two.
"Ahem, Ecklie, leave them
alone." she had her arms crossed and looked directly at the
angry assistant supervisor.
"Why should I?" Ecklie
directed his deadly glare towards the unflinching blonde.
"Because
if you don't, I'm going to tell everyone that..." she leaned
in and whispered something into his ear.
Grissom was surprised at how flustered Ecklie became.
"Fine. This is your only warning. Keep this out of the lab," Ecklie shot one final glare at the graveyard shift supervisor, before stalking off.
Grissom just looked at Catherine, "What-?"
"You owe me one," that was all she said and she left the two alone.
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Alright,
definitely some humor at the end. Wondering how Catherine blackmailed
Ecklie? ...Me too. If you want you can suggest what Catherine's got
on him while you review. Thanks for reading!
