A/N: I'm glad the previous chapters were enjoyable. Hopefully you'll like the chapters I've added as well. :)

Gil Grissom sat in his office, silence surrounding him.

Heather was pregnant and he was the father. The reality of it came as a bit of a shock. He realized he hadn't acted very excited back at the Dominion, but the truth was he was through the roof. Being a father had been one of his dreams. And now it was coming true, and the mother of their child was the only woman he had ever loved.

A rapid knocking came from the door to his office, jolting him from his thoughts. A moment later, Catherine entered the room without waiting for him to grant her entrance.

"Why hello, Catherine. Yes, come right in," He joked.

The strawberry-blond mock laughed at her colleague before sitting down in the chair in front of his desk.

"So, how have you been spending your weekends?" She inquired, crossing her legs with a sly smile. It was clear she knew something, but until she came out and confirmed her knowledge Gil wasn't going to tell her anything about his relationship with Heather.

"The usual. Riding coasters, studying bugs. How about you?"

Catherine didn't believe him for one moment. He was hiding something, but what was it?

"Honestly Grissom, do you really expect me to believe that? You go away for the whole weekend, every weekend and you come back in unbelievably happy moods. Who is she?"

Gil attempted to swallow the growing lump in his throat. It wasn't working. There was no way Catherine would believe him if he said he wasn't dating. But what was he thinking? He didn't have to prove or explain himself to her.

"It's none of your business."

Catherine sat back in her chair, eye brows raised. Never before had Gil retorted so angrily. 'Maybe there isn't anyone,' She thought. With a resigned sigh, she stood up from the seat and left the office without another word.

Gil's cell phone rang, the chirping tone startled him but he quickly recovered and answered the phone.

"Grissom."

"It's Heather," The dominatrix sighed into the phone. "What time do you get off of work?"

Gil was surprised to hear her voice on the other end.

"Not for another six hours. Why?"

"I just want to go out to dinner with you. So we can talk."

"I'll make the reservations."

Gil ended the call with a sigh. He pressed the number 6 and held it down. It was the number for his favorite restaurant. After making the reservations, he closed the phone and rested his head on his desk.

The seemingly long day had just gotten longer.

Lady Heather's Dominion

Heather slammed the phone back onto the base. He hadn't been in any different mood than before. She tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, a calming technique she had recently developed. Concentrating on the white ceiling for a moment or two seemed to take her mind off of other things.

Before calling Gil, she had called an obstetrician to schedule an appointment. Even though she knew she really pregnant, she knew Gil would believe it upon seeing the results from a scientific test.

With a sigh she looked at the table in front of her, papers and old photographs spread out.

Earlier that morning, during that day's sleeplessness, she had gone through her large walk in closet. It was something to do and something that had needed done.

Upon walking into the room big enough for a child's bedroom, Heather had discovered a medium sized box with a taped on lid. She pulled it off of the top shelf, spotting a note card taped to the top as she did so.

'Baby Memories,' The card read in dark print.

Heather sat down on the floor and peeled the tape off of the lid and opened the box.

She first pulled out the photograph that was on the top. A picture of her with Zoe. She turned it over and quickly did some math in her head. Heather had been twenty-one in that photo, Zoe had been nine months. Broad smiles were on both of their faces. The picture instantly brought back joyful memories of time Heather had spent with her daughter.

The next thing in the box happened to be a pair of tiny baby shoes. Zoe's first pair, to be precise. Heather remembered the day she had bought them.

Heather had spent most of the morning sitting on the floor of her closet, looking at Zoe's old things.

Now she sat at the oak table, the photographs and aged items before her. Looking through the box had made her realize how much she missed Zoe. She missed her daughter with all of her heart and it was horrible to know she had died such a horrible death.

But looking through the box had made her realize other things too. That she was extremely excited to be having another child.

And that she couldn't wait for her second motherhood to really begin.