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Chapter 10: Holding Out Hurts

Sara sat at her desk looking over everything they knew about the Heather case, which she had caught a week earlier.

"Close your eyes Sara!" Wendy yelled from the other side of the door.

"Wendy, I swear to god, if you don't have all your clothes on..." Sara yelled, closing her eyes.

Wendy laughed and opened the door, turning the lights off. "'Okay, you can open your eyes."

Sara opened her eyes and plastered a smiled on her face. On her desk sat a cake with twenty-nine candles arranged to look like a body, with splotches of pink icing.

Wendy, Jacqui, Nick, and surprisingly, Grissom, stood around her desk singing Happy Birthday. Sara blew the candles out and hugged them all.

"You have presents to open yet, girly," Wendy said as she pulled a very large bag of presents out.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Sara said as someone turned on the lights.

Opening each present as she it was handed to her, Sara ended up with a large stack of gifts. At the bottom of the pile sat two gag gifts, one being a calendar for her desk for 2001, with pictures of women in swimsuits from Wendy. The other was a pair of handcuffs from Jacqui. Moving up the pile, Grissom had gotten her the complete set of insect books. Finally, Nick's sat on the on the top. It was a huge teddy bear holding roses, each rose had the white outline of a letter in Sara's name.

As if crime had stopped for a few minutes and then resumed, all of their beepers went off and the cake was left untouched.

Sara found herself sitting in a black SUV in front of Lady Heather's home. Apparently Kira Black had come back, only this time she was due to work only with Heather. Or so the woman thought. Sara looked down at the leather skirt and corset she was wearing, wrinkling her nose in slight disgust. If Kira attempted to bind Heather, Sara had clearance to shoot her, and Sara was supposed to play dominant with Heather.

Sara got out and met Heather, who was walking down the driveway.

"You ready?" Heather asked, handing Sara a pair of black gloves that would easily pass Sara's elbows.

"Ha, ha, ha. I have a gun strapped to my thigh, which I have to say is not as awesome as television makes it seem," Sara answered pulling the gloves on.

"You don't look bad," Heather said walking up the steps.

"Thanks," she answered, following Heather into the basement, where there was a school room set up. "Good God! Did you request this?"

Lady Heather nodded and pointed to the teachers chair. "You sit there, and you get this..."Heather said, handing Sara a wooden paddle. "You are playing the part of the screwed up school teacher."

"Na, really?" Sara answered sarcastically, sitting in the chair.

Heather left Sara sitting at the desk, while she awaited Kira's arrival. Pulling one of the drawer out, Sara couldn't help but grin. The drawer was lined in crushed velvet with places for everything from handcuffs to vibrators to whips. Sara closed the drawer and placed her feet on the desk and laid the paddle on her lap. A few moments later Heather came down stairs with a handcuffed Kira. Heather grinned at Sara before pushing Kira into a desk.

"You have been a naughty girl!" Heather yelled at Kira, a roll of tape appearing in her hand, just as a threat.

Taking to her new role, Sara stood and sat on the desk. "I agree, she is a dirty, naughty girl." Sara put her hand under the girl's head and squeezed her chin, forcing the girl to look at her.

Kira had wide eyes looking at Sara and struggled to say, "I was not a naughty girl!"

Heather grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her head back. "You dare defy your Mistress!"

"She is not my Mistress, you are! And for handing me over I should get to dominate you!" Kira shrieked.

Heather undid the bonds and Kira produced her own personal whip. Sara pulled the gun from her thigh and pointed at the woman.

"Put the whip down! Hands behind your back!" Sara yelled.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Sara grabbed the whip and cuffed the woman, once again. "You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Heather Kessler, the murder of Tana Mae Jones, and the possession of an illegal substance."

By the time Sara pushed Kira up the steps and out the front door, the police cars were already sitting out front. Handing the woman over, Sara saw Wendy and Jacqui sitting in the portable lab.

"We are at your disposal," Wendy said, hitting the power on the trace computer.

"Good, swab it and see if it matches what was on the other whip," Sara said handing the new whip over.

Wendy did as she was told while Jacqui sat and watched.

The wonder of running trace against itself was amazing. So, seven minutes later Sara was standing with the printout of what they already knew.

Pulling her cell phone out she punched in Brass's number.

"Brass."

"We have the results, book her on all charges," She said, hanging up.

Sara got back in her SUV and headed back to the lab, desperately needing normal clothing.

Sara sat across from Wendy in a little bar, no more than five minutes away from the lab.

"Jacqui is going to start getting jealous of me," Sara said, drawing on the napkin on the table.

Wendy shook her head. "Why are you so down in the dumps any way? You just nailed that case."

"Because the one person in my life that I really love thinks I am a freak because of it," Sara said leaning back in her chair as if she was going to sleep.

"You love Catherine?" Wendy guessed.

Sara nodded. "When I was 19, I came to Vegas with a bunch of friends..." Sara explained the whole bit, including the pictures.

"That's why it hurt you so much, huh?"

Sara nodded and let tears fall. "I don't think I could ever fall for anyone the way I fell for her. Hell, I am still falling and she isn't there to catch me."