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copyright 2004, by SweetKitten514

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The cold night air was in the Tahoe with him now. The engine, and therefore the heat, had been off for the past five minutes. Inside the parked SUV, Gil Grissom was considering his possible actions and the probable consequences for each.

He had stopped directly across the street from The Dominion, intending to knock on the door and ask to speak with Lady Heather. It had seemed the obvious way to put an end to the month-long silence between them, and he had left the lab certain that the rift would be mended. When he turned the key, that confidence had died along with the motor.

Grissom's mind had replayed their final conversation at least daily since it took place. Each time, he told himself that his job had to take priority over his personal feelings. He had not believed Heather was involved with the deaths his office was investigating, but he had to be sure. He was sorry his actions had been hurtful to her, and he tried to tell her, but his attempt at an apology had failed. The trust he had seen in her expression previously was gone, and the chill in her voice was unmistakable. "Apologies are only words," she had responded, on her way out of the building, and, he feared, his life.

Now, he wondered if his idea to make another attempt to explain was wise. He had no reason to think that her point of view had changed, but he had to try to explain the reasons behind his actions. After her rebuff, he had thought about the phone call he made that morning, after their first and only night together, and how it must have sounded to her.

Given the requirements for admissible evidence, he could have asked her for her medical supplies without the formality of a warrant. If he had, he knew there would be more chance of the evidence's validity being questioned, and Heather remaining a potential suspect. The warrant, ironically, made the results showing her innocence more credible. He did his job in the best way he could. Unfortunately, he now realized, he had not taken the time to explain that to her. Particularly after the trust she had shown in him the night before, he could all too clearly see how she had been wounded by his call for a warrant.

He shivered, and looked at her door again, knowing it was time for a decision. He closed his eyes for a moment, removed the key from the ignition, and climbed out of the Tahoe.
The lights were on in the downstairs of the large house, and in a few second-floor rooms. On either side of the porch, flame tip bulbs burned in wrought iron and glass fixtures. Their light cast an incandescent glow, creating a slanted double shadow of the man climbing the steps. He hesitated for a second before lifting the heavy brass knocker and announcing his presence. It would be humiliating to be turned away, but Gil knew he could more easily deal with rejection than the lingering guilt he felt about his actions.

He took a deep breath, and knocked.

 

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