Sara's POV
What am I doing? she wondered to herself. Why am I going to Lady Heather's? I mean, Catherine said that she and Grissom had a thing, so why would she want to help me? I know that I decided that Lady Heather was probably my best hope. I have been debating this in my head during any spare time I've had since the day I left. I hadn't thought of Lady Heather for a while but as soon as I did I realized that she was the best chance I had of Grissom coming over with no reason. I know that Grissom and Lady Heather have a weird kind of friendship that is completely perfect for Grissom because he understands her and her "business".
I saw the door was open as the cab stopped and I knew that something was wrong. The instincts that I had learned on the job kicked in and I listened for any voices inside or signs of a struggle. I heard Lady Heather's voice, which was normally so mysterious, but which now sounded sad, desperate, and filled with pain. I also heard a man's voice that was angrily and humorously yelling at Lady Heather. I grabbed the best weapon I could find, a metal pole, and kicked in the door.
At the scene before my eyes, I couldn't help but laugh. It had a perverse kind of cruel irony to it that was angering, sickening, and funny all at the same time. Lady Heather was chained up and being beaten with whips by a man covered in liquid latex.
The man heard me and looked up. He went to hit me with the whips but I put the pole up and they got wrapped around it. Lady Heather made a horrible mistake and said my name. As soon as the man heard it, he started running.
I went after him but I was no longer quick enough and he got away. I ran back inside and used the phone there to call 9-1-1. I made sure the call was anonymous but the way I stated the problem probably tipped the operator off to the fact that I'm in law enforcement. I then called a cab and went back to my hotel.
Meanwhile, Back At The Lab
Jim Brass walked into Grissom's office while he was doing some paperwork. "An anonymous 9-1-1 caller just reported an attemped murder at Lady Heather's," he said. "Care to guess who the victim is?" "Please tell me it's not Lady Heather," he pleaded desperately. "Oh my god," he said before running out the door.