A/N: This is my very first fiction. I really hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Due to Gil's departure to another state for a teaching position, the wealthy Grissoms decided that he would buy a new slave to serve him while he is away.

Warning: The more you dive into this story, the darker it is going to get due to child abuse, rape, torture, cruelty, and language. Slavery plays a major role in this story (although I highly condemn slavery), so please do not read if this gets you emotional or upset. This is definitely for adults/matured readers.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. They belong to CBS.

PROLOGUE

While the Grissom household was gathered around the long rectangular dining table enjoying their fancy dinner meal, Gilbert Grissom decided to let his family know that he had been accepted for the teaching position in UNLV, that he had applied for just after receiving his PhD degree in Entomology.

"Earlier today, I had a phone call from University of Nevada, Las Vegas informing me that I have been accepted for teaching position." Gil began.

The huge, three floor-Victoria house was deathly quiet for a moment as Gil's parents and younger sister absorbed the new information.

Betty, Gil's mother, was the first who found her voice. "You're leaving San Francisco? You're leaving us?" she choked.

"Mother, we talked about this. I'm 25 years old. I can't live with you, here, forever. I am old enough to depend on myself, now." replied Gil.

"He's right, betty. Our son reached a point in his life where he would rely on himself, rather than us. You we cannot protect them forever." said Victor, then he turned and smiled at Gil. "Congratulations, Son."

Gil returned his smile. "Thank you, father."

Betty glanced at Gil. "Why do you want to go to Las Vegas, anyway? Why don't you accept a job here, in san Francisco?"

"Because the do not need any Entomology Professors, here, Mother."

"Darling, you're acting as if you're not going to see him, again. He'll be visiting us in the holidays, will you not, Gilbert?" Victor said.

"Of coarse."

At that moment, Vivian, their slave appeared with the dessert coarse. After serving it to them, her eyes dropped to the floor. "Anything else?"

"No. Leave us, now." Betty replied harshly.

"Yes, Ma'am." she said, as she started to leave.

"Thank you, Vivian." smiled Victor. He waited until Vivian disappeared, then glared at his wife. "You know, it wouldn't kill to be a little nicer to her. Just because she's a slave doesn't give you the right to treat her like she's nobody."

"Dear, she is no body." came her reply.

Father and son both looked at one another, and shook their heads, silently, in a disapproving manner.

"When will you be leaving?" finally came the voice of his sister, belle.

He turned to find a set of deep blue eyes staring at him. He reached over and brushed back the blonde strands of hair that fell over her eyes. "In six months. Are you going to miss me?"

"That depends. Do I get to have your bedroom, then?" she asked.

Gil frowned. "Yes. I think you can."

Belle's eyes lit up. "Then I'm going to miss you, terribly."

They all chuckled, except Betty. She was going to miss her son.

"Well, if you insist on leaving us, then we have to get you your own slave that will be serving you while you're away. I need to make sure that you are taken care of in Las Vegas, too. So, tomorrow, you're going to the Slave Auction House to choose your slave." ordered Betty.

"It's too early, Mother."

"Do you want me to choose for you, myself?" challenged Betty.

"Fine. I'll go tomorrow." replied Gil.

"You better do."

A/N: Well, you don't have to guess who happens to be the slave Gil chooses? What do you think? Please reply.