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Gil bent down and picked up the telephone he had thrown onto the floor, then walked over to the kitchen table and sat down.

"Why did she call?" He whispered to himself.

He hadn't spoken to her in nearly eight years; After her daughter had been murdered, he had stayed over at her house for two weeks. It was solely to comfort her and they both knew that.

The phone rang again causing him to jump; He sighed and pressed the 'talk' button.

"Hello?" His voice came out softer than expected.

"I honestly thought you had better manners than that," Heather's calm voice joked from the other end of the line.

"Heather, what exactly do you want?" Gil asked.

He wasn't in the mood for games or anything else she had planned, and those two facts were evident in his voice.

"I-I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"

He didn't answer at first; At one time Heather had been the woman of his dreams.

But that was before he came to his senses and married Sara.

"No, not a bad time. Is something wrong?" The coldness in his voice disintegrated from his voice almost instantly, and concern took over.

"No nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if you would like to join me for tea this afternoon," She smiled into the phone even though Gil couldn't see her.

He always astounded her; For a man who studied bugs and saw dead people more than the living, he was quite the gentleman.

"Oh. Um, tea? This afternoon?" He sighed as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "What time?"

Lady Heather's Dominion

"So Grissom, how are things in your house?" Lady Heather asked.

She was wearing a black knitted duster coat; A nice change from her usual leather and lace.

She gently lifted the faintly colored teapot and poured some of the tea into both of the cups in front of her.

Being a diabetic, no sugar or milk was added into hers; Gil dropped one sugar cube into his and sipped the herbal tea.

"Well um, I'm married. I have a daughter; She's 6. And another on the way," He grinned proudly.

Heather raised her chin up as she smiled, suppressing her laughter; Gil with a daughter? Was he joking?

"Oh and we have a dog. A blood hound."

The thought of him with a family proved to be too much. A mixture of coughing and laughing came from her side of the table.

Gil was confused; He didn't understand what was so funny.

"What did I say?"

Heather inhaled deeply, struggling to maintain her composure.

"It's just rather amusing to think of you with a family," She giggled.

In all the years Gil had known her, which was almost twelve years, he had never seen or heard her laugh. She sounded so happy which was a big change from the last time he had seen her.

"Really? And why is that?" He asked.

She sighed, still giggling quietly. After regaining control of herself, Heather sipped her tea before answering.

"Because when I first met you, you were absolutely buried by your work. I don't know, it's just sort of shocking so to think of you as a family man," She explained.

Gil finished off his cup of tea with one last gulp.

"How have you been?" He cautiously inquired.

She seemed better than she had been seven years ago; Gil assumed she was fine, considering her laughter from a few moments earlier.

"Ah, I have my days, you know? Yesterday I told my girls that I was doing important paper work in my office; Really I was eating Rocky Road straight out of the tub," She smiled.

Gil loved her smile; Before his ear surgery, he loved having an excuse to look at her lips. The excuse had been that he couldn't hear well and therefore had to read her lips.

Now he couldn't get away with that so when she smiled, he had a reason.

"Why were you eating Rocky Road? I always thought you liked plain vanilla," A grin spread on his face as she seemed shocked.

To tell the truth, she was shocked; He remembered that vanilla was her favorite.

"Well I was out of vanilla. So I had to improvise. Who are you married to?"

For some reason, Gil felt guilty.

He was sitting here having a good time with a woman whom he had loved at one time. And Sara didn't know about it.

"Um, Sara Sidle. She's one of the CSIs at the lab. I don't think you met her," He replied. "Well, she used to be Sara Sidle. Now she's Sara Grissom."

"And your daughter?"

"Liz. She's 6. She's the most adorable little girl ever; Book worm, science lover. Sara always tells me it's clear that Liz is my daughter," He smiled.

Liz was playing at a friend's house; She often stayed home on the weekend but had decided to go play with her friends for a change.

Gil looked down at the hardwood floor then up at Heather.

Her brown hair was darker than he remembered; She still looked very gorgeous and he couldn't deny that.

A few things had changed about her. He had noticed them but said nothing.

"Something wrong?"

Her emerald gaze was as piercing as ever.

"No," He paused, not sure whether or not to continue. "I'm really glad you called; Thanks for inviting me."

"You said Sara's pregnant again?" She took a sip of tea, finishing off the cup.

"Yeah. I was really scared at first. I mean, being a dad again at my age? But I'm really excited for the baby to be born," He chuckled quietly.

Glancing at his watch, Gil realized the time and also realized he had to leave.

"Heather, thank you for having me. I'm sorry to cut this visit short but I have to pick up a few things from the grocery store and they close in just a little while."

The dominatrix stood up to accompany Gil to the door.

"Thank you for coming out. If you ever need a babysitter, please don't hesitate to call. I've been told I'm great with kids," She smiled.

Gil gently gave Heather a hug then ran outside and climbed into his vehicle.

He waved from the car as he pulled away; Heather returned inside the house with a smile on her face.

"He really is quite odd," She giggled as she cleared away the remaining tea.