WHY I WROTE THIS?

I've been reading a lot of Greg/Grissom slash and most of it contains at least a reference to Lady Heather's Domain if not direct involvement including D/s stuff and I realised in all the GSR I've read I've only ever come across the vaguest of mentions of Lady H or D/s stuff. This could be because Lady H is viewed as a GSR shipper threat or because they are a het couple and hertrosexual pairings are less... inventive? At least that's my experience. So I added some although it's not what you think.

AU; Sara never came to work for the LV team. She was Gil's student at WLVU during her early twenties and they had a relationship but he broke it off when someone found out because he knew it would be damaging for both of them. He returned to CSI and eventually became a Supervisor. Sara joined the police in a different manner after completing her Criminology degree at WLVU.

HET

SARA/GRISSOM

SPOLIERS: Pirates of the Third Reich, Lady Heather's Box, and Slaves of Las Vegas

COMMENTS? Yes please. Tell me if I should continue and where you'd like it to go and your opinion. Please.

Small 's' Sara

Grissom walked into the break room to be greeted by a room full of grinning co-workers. Catherine in an attempt to seem more mature hide her own smirk by raising her coffee mug and taking a sip. Nick and Warrick had twin grins that screamed 'thirteen year old boys'.

"Well I'm gald to see everybody looking so cheerful. What's the joke?" Grissom asked.

"No joke, Griss." Nick denied.

"Yeah, boss, we're just happy to be at work." Warrick backed him up, but bowed his head to hide the smile threatning to split his face in half.

Then Greg, an exuberate DNA alb technition, came running in, excited, grinning like he'd just gotten a date with the winner of a Las Vegas wet t-shirt competition. "Have you heard?" he asked and looked around expectantly. In this state he always reminded Grissom Grissom of a small child on a sugar high. No one answered so he continued. "Brass is booking a submissive from Lady Heather's Dominion wearing a see-through ball gown on murder charges. She's fiesty for a small s!" Catherine burst out into shrill laughter and Nick joined in too.

"A 'small s'?" Warrick asked barely containing his won amusement.

"Yeah. On the internet everything had a code and when you write 'submissive' it's written like a small 's'. Dominatrix is a capitol D. So it becomes D/s." Greg, as with any obscure information he gave out something he did on a regular basis, seemed proud of what he had shared.

"You know the most strangest things." Nick said in a weird tone as Catherine struggled to retain her composture.

"I read net porn." Greg shrugged.

That's when they heard it. A voice of a woman yelling, irritated but not angry, as she was escorted by two armed policemen down the corridor. "Will you get your hands off of me!"

Grissom froze and then went to look outside but no one noticed, their attention drawn to the woman. Her thich swath of brown hair was cut into a bell shape and fell just above her shoulders. A pair of silver high heals clattered on the hard floor as she moved further away. She wore, like Greg had said, a long dress that would have fit into a ballroom scene if only it hadn't been almost completely transparent revealing a black lace corset and panties. She turned around to look directly at Grissom, her face lit up by a devilish smile that he remembered so well from across the university lecture hall or across the bed. Ten years ago. She had hardly changed, except her fringe had been cut asymetrically so it fell into her right eye and completely obscured the left side of her upper face. Her make up was done to perfection, 'come to bed' brown eyes enhanced with fake lashes, kolh, and sparling silver eyeliner. Two words left his lips as he stared after her.

"Sara Sidle."