Chapter 7
Gil sat on the edge of the bed. He had already taken his shirt off. Heather sat next to him on the bed She held Gil's hand in hers.
"You don't want to do this, as much as I do enjoy your company. You did not come here because you want me."
He had descended on her warm light house like a dark cloud. He'd crushed her stifling embrace and had whispered vulgarities into her hair demanding that they make love. As he'd taken off his shirt, she had leveled him with a gaze saying his name in soft soothing tones.
"What happened?"
He signed heavily and seemed to notice the room for the first time. "I have no idea what I am doing here." He put his face in his hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"No. I understand. No offense taken. Oh Gilbert. What have you done?"
"Everything that I was afraid of." His skin seemed to go slack around her mouth as he said the words.
"Where's Sara?" She helped him back into his shirt and guided him to her kitchen.
"I left her crying in the middle of the floor at home. Our home. I left the woman I love crying in the middle of the floor, while I left to go fuck another woman."
She poured him a cup filled half with tea and half with bourbon. He put the cup to his lips and sipped gratefully. His eyes were dark with emotion. He had begun to visibly shake.
"I can't stand to have her out of my sight. I scream. I yell. I keep her from leaving the house. I don't let her see her friends. I don't let her see our friends. I don't see our friends. I have become my father. I have become everything that I hated about him. I see the ways she looks at me and I see the fear in my mother's eyes reflected back at me and I can't stop myself."
Heather nodded knowingly. "Sara's will will succumb to your power but it won't last forever. You have to find the combination of both yourselves. You have been living in one extreme or another for so long that you don't know how to be your authentic self."
She poured more bourbon in his cup. He smiled. "I probably should not be drinking this."
"I won't let you drive if you shouldn't be." He hand covered his.
"Gilbert..." He was surprised to hear her confidence falter. "My Jonathan... my Jonathan and I had problems like these. He ummm. He punched a hole in our living room wall once when he thought I was on the phone with an ex-lover. In fact I was. I was trying to explain to him that I couldn't see him anymore."
Tears pooled in her black eyes. "I have never been as scared of anyone as I was at that moment. Gilbert. He almost lost me. I left and intended never to come back. I did come back to get my things. He had another woman in our house. He was about to make love to her. " She threw back her head and laughed. "At that moment I think he was as scared of me as I had been of him."
Grissom joined her in soft laughter. "Sounds like Sara if she caught me here."
"I doubt that your Sara is as forgiving as I am. So go home. Tell her you are sorry and then...you get some help. Tell Ms. Willows what's going on too and you go see someone. Okay?"
She poured him another more bourbon. He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll call Brass," she said as she began to dial.
"Heather. I think I know why my father left."