Sara with a Small 's'

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.

AU2: i dunno Sara's dad's name so for the purpose of this story his name was James.

HET

SARA/GRISSOM

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

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CHAPTER TWO

Sara Sidle was in the interrogation room, stony grey walls, a styrofoam cup of water and a cop staring at her as if that would intimidate her. As if that would work! She looked down, playing the part of the submissive perfectly except for the way her fingernail were pressed painfully inot her thigh under the table. She waited for her captor to begin.

"Do you know a Leon Petrelli?" He asked, finally. If she wasn't so well trained Sara would have smiled, he didn't realise that by being silent she had forced him to speek first.

"I know no one by that name." she said, eyes still downcast. It was true, in the Dominion they never exchanged street names, Lady Heather forbade it in an effort to protect people's privacy and it was also a part of the game.

"I don't have time for your lies, madam!" he declared angrily.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I do not know anyone by the name of 'Leon Petrelli'." Sara repeted.

"He is a customer of Lady Heather who is your employer." he said. Sara said nothing.

"What are you waiting for, your lawyer?" He asked, irritated.

"No. She's waiting for me." Lady Heather's seductive voice said from the doorway. She strode in and sat down next to Sara. "You may continue." She said, giving her permission. The cop nearly choked on his own tongue.

"I think we'll start at the begining. Please confirm that Lady Heather of Lady Heather's Dominion is your employer."

Sara nodded, but then spoke. "One of my employers."

"Please state your name."

"Sara Sidle."

"Well Ms Sidle. You have been brought down here because the CSIs have linked you to the murder of Leon Petrelli, a customer of Lady Heather's and a professional gambler in reality. Now, do ou know a Leon Petrelli."

"No." Sara said shortly and he cop banged his fist down on the table.

"Perhaps you are asking the wrong question, Detective." Lady Heather suggested. "Maybe if you show Sara a photograph?"

He smiled tightly and flicked through the abandoned file on the table before removing a crime scene photograph of Leon Petrelli. He was splayed out on the floor, welts from a nine tailed whip still fresh across his naked body, vomit next to his mouth and a nearby bloody needle that may once have been full. Sara's face remained expressionless. She looked at Lady Heather for permission then raised her head straight and looked directly into the detective's eyes.

"You expected this to shock me? Or maybe for it to look familiar? I recognise him now. He always used the name 'Char' and I only ever refered to him as 'Sir' or 'Master Char'. I see him once every month, a Tuesday. His wife takes yoga classes and he vents his inner anger by playing Dom. He's sweet, otherwise. And completely harmless. I can tell you that I didn't kill him, and it just shows how little you know that you would think I could."

"Oh really."

"She's a Submissive, Detective. She does use whips she gets them used on her. Sara is not your killer." Lady Heather reinforced.

"Sara Sidle... the name sounds familiar." He said.

Sara nodded. "James Sidle, suspected wife and child beater but the cops never took too much interest, domestic abuse and all that. Laura Sidle, convicted for the murder of her husband James in the eighties. The judge was leanient on her because she was a battered wife protecting her young daughter, Sara Sidle. My mother was sent to a mental institute for six months before transfered to a mainstream prison where she hung herself five years later. Her daughter grew up in foster homes and finally left to go to WLVU and take a course in Criminology. Later she graduated and instead of becoming a CSI like she'd planned she becmae an undercover cop who started her second deep cover op last fall when she took up a position at Lady Heather's Dominion in order to get close to Joey MacRoyan, a man rumoured to be next in line to inherit the ownership of the Tangiers since the death and imprisonment of Sam Braun's only male children. My handler is Wilson Moore at the Las Vegas Head Quarters."

"Ah." was all the cop had to say.

"Erm, I'll be sending in a CSI to take your finger prints anda DNA sample. Sit tight while I go and confirm your story." he left.

"Well. today has been a little bit more interesting than I normally like but I suppose it can't be helped." Lady Heather said.

Then Sara saw the CSI.

"Gil." she breathed as Lady Heather got up to kiss his cheek. She looked around in surprise at her submissive employee.

"Hello, Sara." Grissom greeted.

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