Title: Can't Handle It
Author: Stacy L.A. Stronach
Fandoms: NCIS/CSI:NY
Pairings: Gil/Warrick pre-slash & Warrick/Tina & implied Grissom/Lady Heather
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Characters: Gil Grissom, Warrick Brown
Prompt: 033 Too Much
Word Count: 285
Rating: PG/FRT
Series: My Gal Sadie, Part 3, Prequel #3
Spoilers: General spoilers for S5 but I think it's common knowledge now. Anyhow. Vague warnings for vague spoilers.
Author's Notes: Part of the "My Gal Sadie" series; part 3; My Gal Sadie is more vignettes/ficlets rather than longer stories. The first few are pre-slash but we'll get slashy, eventually. Series will be posted in sequential order.
In my universe, CSI ended about 10 minutes before the end of S6. Gil|Sara never happened. Yes, my powers of denial are strong.
Summary: Gil seeks comfort after Warrick's marriage.

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"So, Warrick got married? Who's the lucky lady?" asks Lady Heather as she pours the tea.

"Some nurse, her name is Tina. They met at the hospital she works at and they only knew each other for a couple of months before they got married."

Heather sits down, crossing her legs and sipping at her tea. She regards Gil for a moment. "You sound upset, Gil."

Grissom doesn't respond immediately; instead he lifts his cup and stares at the steaming tea. "I'm not upset."

Raising an eyebrow and chuckling softly, Heather says, "You sound upset."

Gil glares at her. "Why ask if you already know? Of course, I'm upset. You know how I feel about him."

"Perhaps if you had told him-"

"He's straight! And I doubt he'd appreciate his boss coming onto him!" Gil stands up and starts pacing in front of the fire place. "I'm such a damned coward. But I didn't want to lose his friendship... or his respect," Gil stops pacing and looks at Lady Heather.

She's taken aback by the pain she sees in his blue eyes. Standing up, she moves to stand behind him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she lays her head against the back of his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Gil, I know this is hard for you," she says softly.

Gil grasps her hands in his own. "It's too much for me, Heather. I don't want to talk about it...I don't even want to think about it.... Help me forget, just for a little while?"

Heather urges him to turn around and then reaches up, gently kissing his forehead. "Of course," is all she says before taking his hand and leading him into her bedroom.

~~end~~

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