Gil Grissom stared at the door to the gothic structure before him. The house that he had visited so many times before.

Usually the giant building had many lights on, nearly every light in the house. But not tonight; This warm evening, a single bulb was on in the entryway to Lady Heather's Dominion.

He knew he had to have lost some of his mind to actually think Lady Heather would even want to see him. Three years earlier, Gil had walked straight out of Heather's life after somewhat accusing her of murder. And now here he was, ready to beg for her forgiveness.

With a sigh he extended his right arm and rang the doorbell.

Gil wasn't sure what he was going to say. He didn't have anything planned, which was very unlike him. Heather made him act out of character and that made him smile.

It seemed as if no one was going to answer. Gil turned to walk away when he heard the door creak open.

Heather couldn't tell who the man was, so she greeted him as she greeted most of the guests to her dominion. "Welcome to Lady Heather's—" Her normally strong and confident voice cracked as Gil turned around.

"What do you want?" Her voice was cold, her eyes even colder.

Gil moistened his suddenly dry lips. "May I come in?"

Heather stared into his eyes. Did he truly assume he could walk back into her life after he had hurt her so badly? She wasn't interested in talking to him but something about him sad he had changed, so she stepped to the side to allow Gil room to enter.

He walked into the large house with an expressionless face. Heather's eyes gave away the fact that she wasn't ready to talk to him, but Gil had made a decision. He was going to try one last time to convince her to give him a second chance; If she declined, then he had vowed that he would never try again.

"Why are you here?" Heather inquired. She tucked a stray hand of her glossy hair behind her left ear.

"I think we should talk."

"About what? I'm really not in the mood to hear anything you have to say," Heather retorted icily.

Gil stood still in shock for a moment. Was she really still that pissed off?

"Heather, I've said I'm sorry many times. You know me well enough to know that I would never say it if I didn't mean it," He took one step toward her as his sentence left his lips.

Heather blinked once. "I thought I knew you well enough to know you'd never accuse me of a crime you knew I didn't commit. But I was wrong."

Gil stepped backward, as if the words had hit him with such force to repel him back.

"You really don't forgive me?"

Heather stared into Gil's eyes. Without blinking, she replied simply, "No."

Gil sighed in defeat. If she honestly felt that way after three years then he had no chance; It was hopeless.

"I'm sorry I wasted your time," He apologized, walking out the front door.

Getting into his Denali, Gil slammed the door shut. Much to his surprise, Heather rushed out of the house after him.

'I must be out of my mind,' She thought. 'Forgiving him wasn't something I planned on doing.'

She knocked on the driver's side window until Gil rolled it down.

"I don't forgive you yet—"

"I know. I'm leaving right now," Gil interrupted her.

"—Let me finish. But I might, given a bit more time."

It took a minute for Gil to register this statement. A nod showed Heather he understood.

"Would… would you like to come inside so we can talk?" She inquired.

Gil shut the vehicle off and stepped out. The two stood there for a moment, soaking in what had just happened.

Then in silence, Gil and Heather walked to the dominion to talk; About their past, their present and most importantly, their future.