Four – Heather's Turn
Author's note: Sorry to any readers who were looking forward to the end. I wasn't even sure, to be honest, who Grissom would go out with! I tried out many different endings and decided on this one because I like it best. And yes, it's the "Heather" you probably think it is.
"Hello, Heather," said Grissom, sliding into a seat across from her and leaning toward her. "First, you look absolutely exquisite tonight, as usual, and second…it seems everyone has a radar – from the moment I was taken, there were three people that showed up at my door wanting to go somewhere with me."
Heather gave a slight smile and looked down at the table for a moment. "How original they would consider this," she said, motioning between her and Grissom to indicate she thought people would consider it unoriginal that they were dating. She brushed a strand of her long dark hair away from her eye. "Really, how many people have expected we would 'meet again,' so to speak?"
"I don't really know," Grissom responded thoughtfully. "I don't believe Sara ever met you, but Catherine did…"
"She asked you?" Heather asked with another hint of a smile.
Grissom gave a little laugh. "Yes…before I met you I might have said yes, too. But even after…" he paused. "Well, I couldn't bring myself to say yes to anyone but you." He took a sip of water and ice clinked loudly against the glass.
"And that's why we're together now," Heather replied.
The waitress sauntered over to their table. "Hello, I'm Louise, and here are your menus. Would you like to order your beverage or do you want to look at the menu for a moment?"
Grissom and Heather glanced at each other and shook their heads. "Black coffee," said Grissom.
Heather slightly raised an eyebrow. "Unsweetened tea. Could I have a lemon on the side?"
"Yes, ma'am," replied Louise, who walked away after tucking her list into her pocket.
"Well, should I tell them?" asked Grissom, referring to the three women who had asked him to go on some form of a date recently.
"Or should I?" said Heather with a slight laugh. "No, how about I go with you, though, when you do?"
Next chapter: Time to Talk, Ladies