Heather quickly opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock next to her bed; It was almost 9 o'clock. She had only slept for two hours.

Gil had spent the night up with her. She had talked about the attack and about everything she had bottled up during the past three months; And it had honestly made her feel good.

And sometime during the course of the night, Gil had carried Heather upstairs; Then he had gone back down to the living room to sleep on the couch.

Even though Heather hadn't gotten much sleep, she felt okay. She flipped the covers and stood up from the bed. She stumbled to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair before going downstairs to thank Gil.

In the bathroom, Heather took her shirt off to change into a different one. As she turned to pull her shirt off of the back of the door, she spotted something on her arm.

She turned to see herself fully in the mirror; A red spot on her arm, one of the spots she had scrubbed until it had bled, was seen. She hadn't realized how bad she had injured herself. The skin was red and scabbed but not painful. How could she have done that to herself?

Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks but she calmed herself; She couldn't allow herself to cry again.

Heather gathered herself and slipped the new shirt on, covering her injuries.

She wasn't sure what to say to Gil; Of course, thanking him seemed appropriate, but was it enough? Heather didn't want to seem unthankful for his help.

Thinking, she strode out of the room, down the hall and down the stairs.

"Gil?" Heather called out, not wanting to be startled by him.

"In the living room."

Heather continued to the living room to find Gil seated on the couch. He looked tired, much more so than usual.

"I want to thank you. Not only for offering to help me, but for helping me last night."

"No problem at all," Gil smiled, standing up from the couch. "Are you hungry?"

Heather shook her head no. She knew she needed to eat, in order to keep her blood sugar where it was supposed to be, but she wasn't hungry.

"Okay. I have to get to work; I'm going in early to sort out some paperwork; But if you need anything, call me right away."

Gil grinned at the dominatrix once before leaving the room; When reached the large front door, he glanced back again as he walked out.

The door snapped shut and much to her surprise, Heather didn't jump.

A small grin appeared on her face as she spotted a package lying on the coffee table; It was wrapped in green tissue paper, her favorite color, and a red bow was tied around it.

The color scheme reminded her of Christmas; It was a good feeling, especially when she saw her name was scribbled onto a card which was tucked beneath the bow, not completely hidden yet not entirely showing its self.

She sat down on the couch and pulled the package into her lap; Then tugged the card away to read it.

'Heather,

Hopefully this will help you. If not, let me know and I'll find something that will. –Grissom'

Heather was now a bit puzzled; What in the world could it be?

She flipped the package over and opened it carefully, not ripping the tissue paper; It was simply a habit she had, one she'd tried many times to break but had been unable.

As she moved the paper to the side, a book was now held in her hands. It was titled 'Help For Victims'.

Heather felt her eyebrow go up; This was his idea of help? A book?

She leant back on the couch and opened the book; Much to her surprise, the book was helpful from chapter one. She didn't get up until the whole thing had been read.

Heather was also a bit shocked to find that this book described some of the things rape victims might go through; Scrubbing at certain spots of their bodies, fear of the opposite sex and nightmares, just to name a few.

Heather wasn't scared of Gil; In fact, she felt better when he was around. She felt protected, like nothing bad could ever happen while he was around. She liked that feeling.

With a sigh she dropped the book onto the table and stood up, card still in hand; She paced the room, just thinking about everything that was currently in her life. That was something she hadn't done in a while.

The big thing in her life right now was getting on the road to healing; Of course, after reading the book Gil had given her, she realized she would never heal completely. She had suspected that a for a while and now that her suspicions had been confirmed, she wasn't sure what to do next now that that had been discovered.

Sighing again, Heather sat back down on the couch. She decided to sit there for a moment, just relaxing, then she'd go find something that needed done. Until then, relaxing was the best policy.

Las Vegas Crime Lab, Gil Grissom's Office

Gil was seated at his desk inside of his office; Entomology books, folders and paper were spread in front of him. Even though he was supposed to be filling out paperwork, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to Heather.

Surely she had opened the book he had left for her by now. He had expected her to call; And it was just because he wanted to hear her voice.

It was becoming obvious to himself that hiding his love for Heather wasn't working out very well. Before long, she would find out about his secret; It scared him to think about how she might handle it.

He didn't want to lose her again; He couldn't bear to lose her again. But what would she say when she found out that the man who had deserted her for years was in love with her?

And what would Heather say, or think, when she found out that he had been in love with when he had deserted her?

The thoughts were overwhelming, so Gil dropped his pen and reclined back in his chair. Just when he had gotten comfortable, a knock came from the door.

"Grissom! Please let me in!"

"It's unlocked, Greg," The older of the men called.

Greg burst into the room; His hair was crazier than ever. At this moment, it was standing almost completely on end, making it stand up about 3 inches above his head.

"What is it Greg?"

"It's huge news!"

Today, the youngest of the CSI team seemed to annoy Gil faster and more.

"Once again, what is it?"

Greg paused for a moment to catch his breath. It was beginning to seriously piss Gil off. Just when he was about to get up and smack Greg, the younger man answered.

"We identified Heather's attacker."