Author's Note: I really hope this is better than it had been. Let me know, please and thank you. :D

Heather slept soundly for six days, feeling confident she knew who Gil would choose. While it was true she had never met the woman he was currently dating, she felt that no other woman could create chemistry even close to what she and Gil had experienced four years earlier. It just didn't seem possible to the dominatrix.

Before the death of her daughter, Heather hadn't even considered giving Gil a second chance. He had really hurt her the morning after they slept together, when he indirectly accused her of murder. She hadn't wanted anything to do with him. After Zoe's death, she began to realize that a part of her did miss him and was willing to give him another chance.

The seventh day, the day Gil would have to announce his decision, Heather had trouble falling asleep. She sat fully awake in her bed for around two hours, before finally deciding to take a sleeping pill around 4 AM. It was now one in the afternoon and the gorgeous brunette was still sleeping.

Gil knocked on the dominion door, his knuckles hitting the oak much harder than usual. He knew that most of the girls slept during the day and did their sessions at night; he just assumed they would all be asleep and wouldn't be able to hear.

He had made his choice three days after Heather had told him he had to choose. He found it amusing that he just automatically listened and obeyed her demands. She had him figured out; no one else had ever done that. To the other people Gil knew he was the mysterious Entomologist that rarely spoke but when he did it was important. Heather had discovered who Gil really was after only meeting him twice. That surprised, and slightly shocked him.

The door was yanked opened, jolting Gil from his thoughts. The same brunette that had ushered him in on his previous visit was standing in the doorway with a grin.

"Mr. Grissom. Lady Heather didn't say she was expecting anyone." She pulled the door open further and Gil stepped in. "I haven't seen Lady Heather today, but you can go up to her office and find her, if you'd like."

Gil nodded and started up the stairs. He walked quickly, much more so than usual, and found himself at Heather's office door in less than three minutes. He knocked a series of times but there was no answer. After waiting for what seemed like hours, Gil finally just decided to walk in.

She wasn't in her office, must to Gil's despair. He was just about to leave when he noticed her bedroom door was open and a light was on.

Inside the room, the light didn't make it easier to see anything. It was pitch black due to the heavy curtains and Gil made his way to the window. Upon opening the curtains, a quiet groan came from the bed.

"Good morning," Gil chuckled upon seeing Heather. She was lying on her stomach, head turned away from the window and sun, and the blankets were just below the small of her back. Her visible bare skin made Gil swallow to keep himself under control.

"Heather? Wake up, I need to talk to you," Gil said in a louder voice.

Heather groaned again as she slowly turned her head to see who was bothering her. She didn't expect to see Gil standing by the window, a small grin on his face; but that is exactly who she saw.

"Gil," She greeted softly, still lying down. Her head was spinning, almost as if she had a hangover. "You'll have to forgive me, I had to take a sleeping pill last night and its effects haven't quite worn off yet."

Gil had to bite his lip to stifle his laughter. He hadn't ever seen Heather look so tired, and he couldn't help it. He did have to admit that he didn't think it was possible for the woman to look bad; she looked beautiful when she was pissed off, stunning yet heartbreaking when she cried, and now, the sleep-deprived look also suited her very well. Her eyes looked greener, more electrifying; and the way the sunlight was hitting her hair was just mesmerizing.

"That's alright," Gil replied once he had managed to stop the feeling of laughter rising in his throat. "I just came here to tell you I've made my decision."

Heather held her index finger up at Gil, telling him to wait one minute. She pushed herself up and moved her position so she could rest against the headboard of her bed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Gil move his gaze down to the floor and looked around to see what had made him stop looking at her. She was embarrassed when she realized she wasn't wearing any clothing and it was her bare chest that had made him look away.

"I'm listening," Heather told him. She pulled the white sheet up to cover her naked figure.

"I thought about it for several days. And I decided that I'd like us to try again."

Heather nodded, perfectly hiding her feelings. She still cared for Gil but didn't want him to think he could just get away with some of the things he did.

"I think you made a good decision," Heather grinned. She stood up from the bed, taking the sheet with her, and walked to where Gil was standing. "I'm glad you're here." She smiled at him.

"I'm glad I am too." Gil placed his hand on the right side of Heather's face. They didn't look away from each other; Gil's blue pools met Heather's green and the feelings of their chemistry they had come rushing back to both of them.

Gil gently pressed his lips to Heather's. He had forgotten how amazing it felt to kiss her, and Heather had forgotten how gentle and sensitive Gil could be when he wanted to be. The kiss continued and deepened, growing so passionate they both were moaning. Without warning Heather pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Gil asked as he attempted to catch his breath.

Heather used her free hand, the hand not holding the sheet up, and pressed one finger to his lips to silence him. "I'm very happy that you're here," She answered, her breathing just as labored as Gil's. "But I need to make sure you've learned your lesson."

She led Gil over to the bed with a smile. As she tied Gil's arms and legs to the bedposts, Heather smiled.

"And I believe you are overdue for a spanking."