The New Man In Lady Heather's Life

It all started with a phone call to Gil Grissom’s office, late one night. Gil would never forget the ‘kicked in the balls’ feeling he got when Heather said those words. “Gil, there is a new man in my life. He’s young, but I think I’m totally in love. I want you to come over and meet him.”

Gil THOUGHT things were going well between them. They got past his stupid blunder of thinking Heather a murder suspect. Granted it took a whole year and enough flowers to cover the entire state of Texas, and groveling! Oh the amount of groveling Gil had to do. He never had to work so hard to get something in his life. But to him Heather was worth every penny and every lower then a worm thing she made him do. But asking him to come over and meet ‘the new man in her life’? Well, even for Heather, Gil thought that took balls.

Heather called him just as the shift was starting, giving him the entire night to build up a head a steam. By the time he pulled into the Dominion’s driveway and parked his car, Gil’s face was red with anger. He FINALLY understood how a crime of passion, a murder could be done. He was going to wrap his hands around the ‘other man’s’ throat and then choke the life out of Heather.

Rachael opened the door before he got there. “Hello Mr Grissom, Lady Heather is ......” She didn’t finish since Gil stormed passed her and was up the steps. “Okay, think it’s gonna be a bumpy morning.” She closed the door and started to giggle. She was in the room when Heather made that call to ‘Mr Grissom’. Rachael had looked at Lady Heather when she hung up.

“Rachel? Do you have something to say? You may.”

“Lady Heather, that was.....he thinks.......oh Lady Heather you are terrible!” She started to laugh.

“I’m sure it will get me exactly the reaction I want. You need to learn control over men Rachael. Remember YOU always have the power, not them, YOU.” She laid back on her lounge chair and stroked the hair of the ‘younger man’, who was dead asleep.

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Gil didn’t bother to knock nor did he ask permission to enter Heather’s private area. He barged right into her sitting room. Heather was not surprised since Rachael ‘buzzed’ her from downstairs to give her warning.

“Where is HE Heather? Where is that son of a bitch? I want to meet him so I can send him into next week.” Gil’s fists were already balled up ready to plant several blows smack on the guy’s jaw.

Heather was standing holding a riding crop. “I don’t remember giving you permission to enter my quarters. I certainly did NOT give permission to be spoken to in THAT tone.” She tapped the crop against her leg.

Gil took three large steps and grabbed Heather by the shoulders. “Heather, where is that son of a bitch. TELL ME NOW !” Gil’s blue eyes looked like a raging ocean storm crashing over the rocks.

“Take your hands OFF me this instant.” She spoke calmly. She was still tapping the crop against her leg. “Unless you want to deal with MY anger. And trust me, mine is far worse than your’s Mr Grissom.” She hadn’t called Gil ‘Mr Grissom’ in some time. It shook Gil back to the time of NOT having Heather in his life. And THAT he did not enjoy.

“Heather,” as he took his hands off her shoulders, “I’m sorry, but where is that son of a bitch? I want him to face me like a man. I’m willing to fight for you. At this moment, I’m ready to KILL him if he thinks you are going to be his. You are MY woman.”

Heather was fast with the crop. Gil didn’t see or hear it coming. She got him right across the back of his legs and brought him to his knees. She didn’t say a word, but walked behind him. She pulled his head back by grabbing a handful of his salt and pepper curls. “Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again. I belong to ME, not to you or anyone else, ME. Do I make myself clear Mr Grissom. Or do you need more instructions?” She tapped the crop against his Adam’s apple. “I still have the power Mr Grissom.”

Gil didn’t answer fast enough for Heather, she yanked his head back even further. “I have not heard an answer Mr Grissom. Do you need more instructions?” The crop moved up and down his neck. “I have NO problem giving you extra instructions.”

“No, Lady Heather. You are your own woman. I beg forgiveness. My love for you overtook all rational thought.” His fists were still in tight balls. “I’m still going to kill that son of a bitch.”

“You will NOT touch one hair on his head. You will watch as I play with him Mr Grissom. You will sit and watch. He has balls too, and they are so much bigger than yours EVER will be.” She was toying with him, driving him insane. And loving every second of it. “You will take us out, and have breakfast with us. Do I make myself clear Mr Grissom?” Shoooooooosh, the crop came across Gil’s back for not answering fast enough. “Mr Grissom, I spoke to you, I gave you an order. I expect you to obey it.”

“Yes, Lady Heather. Whatever you wish, Lady Heather.” Gil was speaking thru his teeth, his jaw ached he had so much pressure on his teeth. “Breakfast.”

“And....”

“Heather, please.”

“AND....”

“Watch while the two of you play. Heather you go too....” Wwwaaaaack. “far.” The last word came out with pain. “Lady Heather.” Those words came out as a plead.

“You may follow me into the bedroom. He is resting now, our last playtime, was exhausting for both of us. I had forgotten what it was like with someone young and who needs training.” She looked at him with a devilish grin. “Follow me, on your knees Mr Grissom.”

She walked to her bedroom door and looked back at Gil. “I gave you permission to ‘come’ Mr Grissom. So, COME.” She waited until Gil had kneed his way over to her bedroom door. “Get rid of the balled fists. I will NOT have you going in my bedroom with that attitude.” Gil finally unballed his fists, his nails had left deep grooves in his palms. “That’s better. A smile on your face.” Gil opened his mouth and closed it quickly and smiled with gritted teeth. “That’s not very convincing Mr Grissom.” Gil relaxed his muscles sightly. “Much better. Now follow me.”

She walked over to her bed and laid across it. The room was dark so Gil couldn’t see the bed. “You may enter and turn the bedside light on Mr Grissom.” Gil crawled over to the side of the bed he slept on and reached up to turn on the lamp. He steeled himself before he turned to look at that ‘younger man’.

“Wake up my darling, I have someone for you to meet. Mr Grissom this is Max. Max this is Mr Grissom, or when he is good Gil.”

Gil still had not turned to look. He was fighting back tears. Tears of hurt, anger, rage and hopelessness. Sharing Heather was something he didn’t want to do, but if it was the only way. He HAD to deal with it. He turned slowly.

His eyes almost popped out of his head. “Heather? This is your ‘younger man’? It’s a fucking puppy. This is what you had me.... Heather you are .......”

“Careful Mr Grissom, or you might need another lesson. I never SAID he was a human. THAT was YOUR assumption. Nice to know you are willing to kill for me. Adds a bit of danger to our relationship. Come meet Max.” She patted the bed for Gil to come up on. “Max wake up! Hello sweetheart. Did you have a good nap? How’s my little man?” She was hugging and scratching him all over and he was enjoying all the attention. Then Max spotted Gil as he got on the bed.

Max went after Gil.

“Max! NO!” Heather’s voice stopped Max in his tracks and Gil, who got back off the bed, and wiggled his fingers to make sure Max hadn’t gotten one. “Bad Max, bad.” Max lowered himself to Heather and whined ‘forgiveness’ and she tousled his head. He then turned to Gil and let out a low growl. “Max.” He stopped for a few seconds, but every time Gil got on the bed his growl got louder. “Max”, was all Heather needed to say to quiet him. But Max wasn’t about to let Gil anywhere near Heather.

“Great, all this for a fucking dog. Heather do you have ANY idea of what I went thru tonight? For a fucking dog?” Gil was cooling off, but was slightly embarrassed and mad for being made a fool of. “And now I can’t get on the bed. Heather, so help me, what you put me thru.”

“Oh come now Mr Grissom, Gil, you know I’m so worth the trouble. And Max here, well he keeps me company while you aren’t here. I need something made for Max. He’s too small to get on the bed and the lounge chair. I want some steps made, with carpet, so he can get up and down without hurting himself. We can talk about how to build them over breakfast, downstairs. After our walk.” Heather started to get up. “Max come.” The tiny dog ran to the edge of the bed where Heather picked him up and tucked him under her arm. “Coming Mr Grissom? You may walk like a man now.”

Heather didn’t see Gil beating and biting the pillows as she left the room.

She was down the stairs and out the back patio door, had Max on a lead and was walking thru her gardens before Gil came down to join them. She noticed his hair and face were damp. “Did we need something to cool ourselves down with Mr Grissom? Surely a little thing like Max couldn’t make a big man like yourself that angry.” She was teasing him unmercifully.

“Heather, why didn’t you just TELL me it was a damn dog? It would have saved both of us a lot of time and stomach acid.” Gil rubbed his stomach, all the tension from the last couple of hours was finally starting to make it’s self known to him. Also, every time he got within a few feet of Heather, Max would advance on him growling. “Heather! Do something with him. I haven’t even gotten a ‘hello’ kiss.”

“When you have finished your chores you will get one. Like Max, good boys are rewarded, bad boys punished. He knows that already. Have you forgotten?”

“What chores? You have maid and gardeners. What ‘chores’?” Gil stood there with his hands on his hips.

“I told you Mr Grissom. Max needs two set of steps, one to the bed the other to the lounge chair. The materials needed are out here in the potting shed and I want them done today. What part don’t you understand?”

“Heather I don’t do.....I’m not a....I am NOT going to cater to a damn dog. I’m sorry I draw the line.”

“Well then Mr Grissom, I guess we have nothing more to discuss. You may leave.” She turned and walked away swiftly, a bit too swiftly for Max who was being dragged by the lead. When he finally ‘yelped’ Heather realized, and picked him up. “Come on Max, we’re going to the potty area. At least YOU listen when you are told when and where to take a shit.” She was steaming. Or at least pretending to. She KNEW Gil would make the steps, given enough time.

Within minutes she heard the power saw in operation and chuckled to herself. She walked into the kitchen and got breakfast for both her and Max.

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“Gil! They are perfect! I love that you made it wide enough Max can lay on each step. I knew you were a good boy.” She leaned over to kiss him, but Max barked. “Max, quiet.” Max sat down on the floor, low growl coming from his tiny throat. “Come Max, try the step Gil made for you. Up!” Max just sat there. He wasn’t going to use those steps. He liked being picked up. And besides THAT man made them. He wasn’t going to use them for THAT reason alone. “Max COME.” He sat on the floor and whined. “Aww he’s scared of steps, well we will just have to be patient and learn. Now for you being such a good boy, Gil, your reward.” She sat Max on the lounge chair and lead Gil over to her bed.

The whole time they were trying to start something Max was whining and crying and running back and forth on the lounge chair. Finally Gil said ‘enough’, and told Heather he was going home. He was tired from his job, the stress, making the steps and listening to that whining reminded him too much of Sara Sidle. Heather didn’t say a word but looked at Max with her hands on her hips. Max lowered himself into a ‘sorry’ position and whined.

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Weeks went by and every time Gil was over at Heather’s nothing happened. Max would either whine until Gil left. Heather tried putting him in the sitting room, or letting Rachael keep him while Gil as there, but that proved more noise, his continuous barking. He refused to use the steps Gil made for any reason. Heather left them up but he refused and whined until Heather would lift him onto the bed or chair. Gil couldn’t get anywhere near Heather with Max around. Gil had several bite marks to prove how good of a guard dog he was. He only did it with Gil.

Catherine Willows and Heather had brunch several times. They would laugh at the situation, and try to figure out what could be done. Heather even got a trainer to help, which didn’t work. Max was just NOT going to allow Gil near his mistress. PERIOD.

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Gil was driving to the Dominion one morning after shift, when the people scanner cracked a message. A possible break in was in process, neighbors had called it in. Gil didn’t think much of it, dayshift would handle it if necessary. Until he heard the address. Panic set in. It was the Dominion’s address. The scanner said two men possible, both armed. Gil drove the block he had left to drive but parked several houses away. Thankfully there were no fences between houses so Gil could run thru the back of the houses quickly. He didn’t see anyone in the garden area nor the kitchen. But he did hear Max. He was in the potting shed and by the sound of it mad as hell. Gil was trying to figure out what to do. If he let Max out the robbers might know something was up. If he didn’t Heather would be mad. Heather, God please, let her me okay. She’d stand for NO one hurting any of her girls. Or Max. Gil chose the potting shed. He got outside the door. “Max, it’s me Gil. Listen we need a truce here. Okay? Max?” The growling lowered. “ Max, I’m going to need your help.” Growling continued. “Max, I’m going to let you out and take you around to the back door, it’s slightly open. I want you to go in and find Heather. Max? I’m counting on you. Don’t kill me, kill the men hurting Heather. I know you can do it. Max? Christ, I’m talking to the fucking dog like he understands me. Max?” Gil started to open the potting shed door. He opened it slightly and Max shot out like a bullet and into the house. Gil heard a high pitched yelp and ran for the house, just as the police officer came around the back. Thankfully he recognized Gil. They went into the kitchen guns drawn as the front door was rammed down. The high pitched yelp was still being heard. Then a loud crash. Then Heather’s voice.

“It’s okay, whoever is downstairs. I’m sending the girls down. Go! Go!” The girls ran down the stairs and out the kitchen door into the garden.

Gil and the two officers, with their guns still drawn proceeded up the stairs, Heather came out of one of the rooms, “It’s okay, you can come up. Hello Mr Grissom. This way please.” She turned and walked back into the room she came from.

The three men still walked up as if there was a problem, they peeked into the room and found Heather standing over one robber out cold. Then they heard a high pitched yelp. Heather turned toward the sound. “Max let go, NOW!”

Max was growling and didn’t want to let his prize go. “Max let go NOW!” Max reluctancy did as his mistress asked, but stayed within biting distance of the second robber. Who, too, was laying on the floor, but holding his balls in major pain. “Good boy Max, good boy.”

The officers picked up the guns belonging to the robbers and looked at Gil for instructions. He in turned looked at Heather. “Lady Heather, what happen?”

“Well, they came in, gathered the girls and came up here. Max was outside with Rachael. The one got Rachael to put Max in the shed and bought her up here. I came out to see what was going on and well we were all gathered in my sitting room here. They were looking for money. When Max came flying thru the door, Rachael creamed the other with my crystal vase. Max took the other man down rather quickly. And here you are. That simple.” She looked at Gil as if it was a normal thing. “So can you cart these, these animals away please? I should take Max to the vet, make sure he doesn’t have rabies or something from that animal.” Heather went over to the second robber who the officer was trying to handcuff, but had a hard time since he was double over in pain. Heather grabbed the back of his head and snapped it back. His hands flew out sideways and the officer snapped the cuffs on one then the other. Heather nodded to him.
She wiggled her fingers and Max flew into her arms. “Max is my hero today. Aren’t we Max? That’s my baby. And you too Mr Grissom. Thank you. Rachael, I think you could use a cup of tea. We can clean the crystal up later. I will come down to the station in a few hours gentlemen. You may take the statements of the other girls downstairs. Please follow Rachael.” She walked over to the door and waited for them to drag out the still unconsious robber and watched with a mixture of displeasure and laughter at the baby steps the second robber was making, thanks to Max. She closed the door when they left, she then turned to Gil. “Well Gil, I think I also owe you a big thank you. I assume it was you who let Max out of the shed?”

Gil just nodded. “I er ‘we’ had a quick chat while he was locked up. I suggested he kill them not me for a change. For once he listened. Heather, are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?” He started for her and stopped, he was so used to getting growled at, it was an automatic reaction, stopping when he got so close to Heather. “Max? I’m near Heather. No growl? No snapping?” He started to lift his hand toward Max, ready to pull it back quickly if need be. He got within striking distance and stopped. Max leaned forward, looked at Gil and started to lick his hand. “Well son of a bitch.”

“Max !! That’s a good boy!” Heather was rubbing his chin and hugging him, “Good boy! And you Mr Grissom, Gil.” She reached up and pulled his head down to her lips. “Really good boys get rewarded for their actions.” She set Max down on the floor, and took Gil’s hand and lead him to the bedroom, and closed the door. Max was in the room with them. “Oh Max, I think he needs to.....”

Max walked up the stairs Gil built to the lounge chair and laid down, watching the two of them.

“Son of a bitch. He CAN use them. You little bugger.” Gil went over and ruffled Max’s head. “Now if you will stay here for a while, at least until I get my ‘reward’, I’ll take you out for a steak. Deal Max?”

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A while later, Heather was relaxing in Gil’s arms, when Max popped up on the bed. Gil chuckled, “I wonder if he’s been practicing using them without you knowing it.”

Heather laughed, “Nope, he’s never used them that I know of. Max come.” Max didn’t move. “Max, COME.” Nothing, he didn’t move. “Gil.” Heather sat up off his chest, she was concerned, “Max come.” Still nothing.

Gil got up on one elbow. “Max come here boy.” Max trotted over and curled up next to Gil.

“Well I’ll be a .... seems I have to teach both of the men in my life who’s the boss. Maybe later, not right now. Right now I just want my two favorite men loving me.”. Heather chuckled and laid back in Gil’s arms. Then the three of them slept.