Chapter Five – Time To Talk, Ladies
Summary: The last chapter kind of ties it all up, and I wrote it to separate everything and get the ending right.
Heather and Grissom arrived at the little coffee shop about five minutes late. They had wanted to be a bit early, but traffic had wanted something else, apparently, so they were a few minutes late.
Catherine, Sara, and Sofia were all seated at a table with four chairs. They were talking about the different combinations of flavors in cappuccinos that they enjoyed, and laughter erupted when Sofia listed one particularly nasty combination.
Heather and Grissom walked over to the table and Grissom grabbed a chair from an empty table and sat so there was room for everyone. Catherine had started talking to Heather as if they were best friends, and didn't seem even half as upset as Sara did.
"I thought we could all come together and have some coffee, and since, coincidentally, you all asked me to go somewhere in the span of a few weeks…" Grissom stopped for a moment.
"We did?" Sofia asked, laughing. Catherine raised her eyebrows and laughed with her.
"Yes," Grissom said. "And I, um…turned you all down because she is my 'date.'" He put his hand on Heather's shoulder.
Sara opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Sorry…" she said. "But who is she?" Sofia, who had never met Heather either, nodded and smiled.
"I'm Heather," said Heather, reaching out to shake hands with the two women. "I apologize for not introducing myself earlier." She gave a smile.
"Why don't we all order some drinks now?" Grissom said, pulling out a notebook to jot down everyone's orders. After it was all done, they sat down and chatted amongst themselves for probably an hour, laughing and joking about just about anything.
"I'm really sorry, this has been great, but I have an appointment I can't miss," said Sofia, grabbing her purse.
"It's probably time we all go," said Grissom.
"Yeah," Catherine agreed.
They all started to stand up. "Hey, Nick!" called Catherine, who had spotted Nick at a table near them.
"It's a convention!" Nick said, laughing, when he saw his coworkers.
Finally, everyone but Catherine had left, and she was putting her stuff away when Nick walked up to her.
"Hey, uh, Cath, do you want to maybe meet later this week for dinner?" he asked.
"Nick, I really appreciate it…I'm sorry. I have plans with someone right now."