You never had a reason to feel jealous before.

Until her.

Grissom’s ex—Terri, the blonde doctor—was back in the lab for a consultation, and she was far too comfortable around him.

You tried to ignore it, but every time she touched his arm or leaned in to whisper something, a tight knot formed in your stomach.

“You alright there?,” Nick teased, smirking as he watched you glare at them.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, scribbling furiously on your clipboard.

Across the room, Grissom’s gaze met yours. His brow lifted, subtle, questioning.

You held his stare for a beat longer than necessary before looking away, jaw tight.

When he finally walked over, his voice was low. “Something wrong?”

You huffed. “Why would something be wrong?”

He studied you for a long moment, then—so softly you barely caught it—murmured, “You know she doesn’t matter, right?”

Your heart stuttered.

Damn him.