Author's Note: Final chapter. I hope it's worth reading. :)
"It's been an interesting evening, hasn't it?" Gil commented with a smile. He and Heather were dancing; his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. They were close, but not too close. Since they hadn't really considered the possibility of a relationship, the two of them dancing resembled a high school couple; you've seen those couples, the ones who are visibly interested in each other but don't want to make it obvious.
"Yes, it has." Heather grinned back and after looking him in the eye, rested her head on his shoulder. She felt him tense up for a moment, but relaxed as they lazily swayed to the "spooky" slow music.
After they had asked Catherine to watch Audrey, the two returned to the dance floor. It was almost nine o'clock and the DJ had begun playing slow songs for those people who wanted to dance to something that hadn't been played in a horror film. Gil started the conversation with discussing their jobs, even though they both knew exactly what was going on in each other's lives. The quiet banter was awkward, but just briefly. Things livened up within seconds.
Greg had begun talking to a rather good looking woman; her shimmering witch gown made her the center of attention, especially considering she was standing under a bright light. The light made her glisten like a spark in the middle of the night and Greg, naturally drawn to shiny things, gave her one of his lines and they began talking. Somehow, Greg managed to offend the lady with one of his pickup lines. Gil and Heather watched with amusement as the woman poured her huge glass of blood-red punch all over the youngest CSI, then walked away in a huff. Greg just stood there looking shocked, drenched, and unsure of why "Is it hot in here or is it just you?" was considered offensive.
"Can you tell I work with people who are sometimes rather odd?"
"I don't know where you get that impression," Heather replied. As Gil looked at her, confusion covering his face, she explained with a laugh. "Sarcasm, a girl's best friend."
Gil nodded, adding a chuckle of his own.
The minutes passed so fast it was shocking. Heather started talking about Audrey, her favorite topic that wasn't too hard for both of them to talk about, and the next time they checked the clock it was going on eleven.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry," Heather apologized. She shook her head, clearly embarrassed over her ability to talk about Audrey for, literally, hours.
"It's okay, really." Gil took her arms in his hands, holding her close yet far enough away to study her. "Heather, it's alright. Should I take you home now? I mean, I'm sure you have a schedule that you follow, with the baby and all…"
Heather smiled, still looking apologetic. "Yes, please. I'm trying to keep Audrey on a schedule… and there I go again." She laughed quietly. "Yes, if you don't mind, I do need to get home."
They strode to the table where Catherine was seated and were slightly shocked to see her speaking in a baby voice to the infant. Audrey, in her car seat which was sitting on top of the table, kicked and cooed happily at the sound of Catherine's voice.
"Sorry to interrupt," Gil smiled, "But I need to steal her away from you."
Catherine grinned up at the two. She'd never tell them, especially since Gil was a zombie at the moment, but they looked good together. "Heather," The blonde started, ignoring Gil, "It was lovely seeing you. And anytime you need someone to watch Audrey, call me."
Heather thanked Catherine as she picked up Audrey's car seat. Gil gently took the crook of Heather's elbow in the palm of his hand as they walked out of the building, smiling from ear to ear. When they reached his vehicle, Gil carefully placed Audrey's car seat on the back seat of the Tahoe and buckled it in. Once she was safely strapped in, Gil opened Heather's door for her.
"Thanks," She whispered as she climbed into the vehicle, being not to rip or get her dress dirty.
"Are you okay?" Gil asked as he started the car and backed out of the parking lot.
Heather smiled over at him. "I'm fine. Just tired and my sugar is a bit low." She paused, closing her eyes as a wave nausea washed over her. "Do you happen to have a piece of gum, a mint, anything of the sort?"
Gil pointed to the glove box with his right hand. "Check there. If there's nothing in there, we'll find a gas station."
He watched from the corner of his eye as Heather opened the glove box, her hands shaking, and she pulled out a packet of gum. Hastily she peeled the wrapper off and began chewing the gum, amazing elegant all the while.
"Did that help?" Gil arrived at a red light. He removed his hands from the steering wheel and took Heather's hands in his; her hands were still shaking, and that's what worried him.
"Yes, it did." She smiled at him, and glanced down at their hands and entwined fingers. "Thank you."
As the light turned green and the cars behind him began honking, Gil tore himself away from Heather to continue the drive to her house.
"Thank you for such a wonderful evening," Heather told Gil as she pulled her brown hair into a loose ponytail. "And I'm sure if Audrey could talk, she's thank you also."
Gil had accompanied her into the house, carrying Audrey's car seat for her. She had objected profusely, telling him that it wasn't necessary, but he wouldn't listen. He insisted that she check her sugar, so while she was doing so, Gil picked Audrey up from her car seat and placed her in her crib. Now that she was sleeping again, the two adults were standing by her crib, just talking softly.
Heather glanced into Audrey's crib for a moment, and then slowly walked toward the door. With Gil close behind, the brunette strode down the stairs, stopping only when she reached the bottom.
"I had a good time too. Thank you for going with me." Gil smiled and walked to the front door. He pulled it open and walked out to his vehicle; upon reaching the car, he turned around to find Heather standing on the porch. Gil remembered that after she had checked her sugar and found out that it was not longer low, she had changed out of her red dress and into semi-tight pants and a t-shirt.
"Heather?" Gil ran his over the back of his neck.
"Yes?" Heather took a few steps off of the porch.
Gil grinned. "There's a Thanksgiving party coming up, and…"
"Yes, I'd love to go," Heather answered his question without even hearing it.
Gil gave her a kiss, a small one before going back to his vehicle. As he opened his driver's door, Heather's nearing footsteps made him turn around.
"But if you think I'm dressing up as a pilgrim, you're out of your mind."
Heather walked back to her house with a smile, suppressing her laughter. Gil shook his head as he got into his vehicle. It had been a very interesting day, indeed. Hopefully Thanksgiving wouldn't resemble their Halloween 'date'.
But of course, it is Las Vegas. And you never know what will happen in the city of sin.
