"Hey." Sara smiled when Sofia came in the room. The second look told her something was wrong with the detective.

"What's up?"

"I watched the video." Sofia sat next to Sara who touched Sofia's arm slightly.

"Wanna talk?"

"No." The brunette couldn't blame her for that.

"Tell me what you found in the desert, I haven't seen Steve yet."

"The father, shot. Three bullets, the first two injured him, fatal but before he could die of the shots, he got a third bullet in the head. Not long before he had died anyway. The killer wanted him to suffer."

"Shooting a guy in his crotch isn't a slow dead, the killer could have taken more time. I consider him as happy for that dead. If he knew what his wife did to the children…he deserved it."

"My words. But no reason to let his killer running around free."

"No, we'll catch him. Her. You got anything on the killer?"

"Both times a .45 was used. Same gun, no hits in CODIS. No DNA was found on the male, the DNA of the…companion of the wife was found on. We found some prints in the room, likely to old ones from clients…"

"How often and how good do they clean the rooms at Heathers?"

"Daily. According to Heather they change the sheets after every client, Grissom talked to a cleaner, they vacuum and dust every morning, so all the prints we've found are likely from clients of the day. Again Heather helped us out and told us, there were five people in the room, four males, one female – the victim. On the other hand there was the male victim with two clients and a female worker with the three other males inside. We've got the prints of the other female worker, we don't have anything on the clients. And Heather can't give us their names."

"Can't?" Sofia raised an eyebrow.

"Her business. She leaks some names to us, she can close it."

"Like the last time, when we had to find the guy who almost killed her without her help."

"Discretion."

"Obstruction of a police investigation."

"Now you sound like Brass."

"He and Steve both liked Heather as a suspect."

"Yeah. Must be a male problem. Women with power are scary."

"Am I?" Sofia smiled a bit. Sara took it as a good sign that her lover got some of her humor back. She blinked and grinned.

"Sure. Especially when you wear black leather and have a whip in your hands."

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"No, not really." Sara stroked her hand over Sofias. "You know anything about the children?"

"Child service takes care. Cath talked to them, they refuse to say anything. The way they acted, they're more scared of us then of their parents. I guess they got told a million bad stories about police and social worker, what will happen to them when they talk to them. Parents know how to scare their own children."

"I know." Sara whispered.

"I'm sorry." Sofia had for a second forgotten that Sara a similar background.

"Don't be. My parents actually never told me not to talk to the police, they just…it seemed normal that you got bruises, were in hospital every few months and…I thought, that's how everybody lives."

"I don't know if that's better." Sofia stroke Sara's hand. That was all the comfort they could give each other in the lab. Not much but better than nothing.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. Sara, may I talk to you?" None of them had seen Lady Heather arriving.

"Sure." Slightly embarrassed Sara jumped up. "Uhm…where?"

"If you want right here."

"Where's Grissom?"

"Somebody told him it would be wiser to leave the conversation to somebody else. He send me to you."

"Oh."

"If he's not allowed to talk to you, you're still a suspect." Sofia concluded.

"Some believe that, yes."

"In that case, I'm sorry I'll stay. Can't let the CSI be alone with a suspect."

"Sofia…" Sara shook her head. It wasn't necessary that the detective stayed, she knew it as well as Sara did.

"This is the department, I got checked before I came up here. What am I supposed to do? I came on my own, nobody forced me." Heather smiled. "If the policy of the police goes so far, the security of your CSI – as a person - must be very important for you."

"She's the most important person in my life." Sofia admitted flatly. Nobody, no matter how much she was on duty, would make her call Sara not important or deny that she was important to her.

"In that case you may stay."

"Heather, that's not necessary. If you want to talk to me in private, we can do that. I don't need protection."

"Sara, I know you don't. But your girlfriend isn't sure and you should never make her unhappy. Not because of something that isn't worth it. You will have to write a report, she'll know it later. If she wants or needs for her own sake to stay with you, let her stay." Lady Heather sat down.

Sara threw a meaningful look at Sofia. This wasn't over for her. Sofia had no right to behave like that. They had to talk about that later. For now Sara had to concentrate on Lady Heather.

"What would you like to tell me, Lady Heather?"

"As you can imagine the story about the murder in my house reached several clients. I had one forthcoming today, who was in the room of the murder yesterday. The man asked if there was a police investigation going towards the people who were in the room that day. I told him that might be, but that I won't give any names free. He said, he doesn't want the police coming to his home or in his office, he left me this and hopes, it will let him stay out." Heather got handkerchief out of her handbag and pushed it over to Sara.

"Paper?" She could take fingerprints from that.

"As far as I'm aware of it, there's chewing gum inside for DNA testing."

"You know we can't take it as real evidence, none of us took the sample, anybody could have wrapped the chewing in the paper. Anybody could have chewed the gum."

"I know Sara, but you'll see the fingerprints on the patter will match to the ones you found in the room and the DNA…you smart people can find out if the DNA of the chewing gum belongs to the person with the finger prints. And the prints alone should help you."

"It would be so much easier if he comes here and we take the samples."

"Not possible."

"Do you have security camera at your place, Lady Heather?" Sofia asked.

A faint smile appeared on Heather's face. "The detective asked the same yesterday. No we don't. For the same reason why I can't give you any names, privacy. My clients don't want to be on video when they visit us."

"Your clients should stand for their actions, like every adult."

Lady Heather's smile got wider when she examined Sofia. "Detective Curtis, right?"

"Right."

"Let me guess, you've got a very specific agenda about morality, old-fashioned but not like others narrow-minded, otherwise you couldn't justify your own feelings towards Sara. Paying money for sex isn't in your agenda, doing it behind the back of others? Maybe. Having sex with somebody you don't know while you have a partner at home? Impossible. No love, no sex. You don't jump into relationships…"

"I don't need a profile of my sexual life, thanks." Sofia stopped her.

"You won't have to worry about her, Sara. No matter where she'll go, whatever offers somebody might make her, she'll refuse them."

"I know." Sara's smile was warm when it hits Sofia's eyes. "She's special."

"So are you."

"Makes three special women in one room. Do you have anything else that might help us?"

"The killer shot the husband."

"Yes." It was all over the news. The murder of the couple, so far they had managed to keep the video in.

"The killer was in your house, is there anything you can think of, that helps us to identify him?"

"Gil and me talked about that last night. No. No cameras, no door man – we usually do have one, but not last night…"

"He was ill?"

"Yes. Called in in the afternoon. I think the detective, who was there last night, talked to him already. Barry is in hospital with a very heavy flu. He said he didn't tell anybody he was ill."

"Lucky coincidence for the killer." Sofia mombled. "I don't like lucky coincidences."

"They can be very inconvenient." Heather agreed. "My guess is, he came on foot, a car makes too much noise, too much risk somebody would notice him. The house is far away from the neighbors, half a mile. He could have walked through the forest, got in the house."

"How can he know where his target is? The rooms are soundproofed. The curtain was in front of the window. Do you have the reservation written down somewhere?"

"In my computer, the worker have it in their books."

"Again a fact that works against you." Sofia said.

"I'm used to the feeling things and people are working against me. I got tested for gunshot residue; negative. And I don't have a motive."

"I don't believe you're involved in the killings Heather." Sara said, knowing she wasn't supposed to make such a statement.

"I know, Sara. You detective thinks else wise."

"It doesn't matter what I think."

"It doesn't matter to me what you think, detective, that's right. It does matter to Sara. No matter what it is, it will always matters to her, like you matter to her. You can't divide private and business in feelings and emotions. You can try but you'll never win this fight."

"You can leave Sara's and my private relationship out of this room, Lady Heather."

"Can you, detective?"

Before Sofia could say anything Sara's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"No fights, please. And no insults. They won't help. Sofia, could you get us some coffee, please?" Sara's eyes were straight on Sofias.

"Sure." Sofia said a little bit too cool.

"Sofia?" Sara held her back.

"Yes?"

"Thanks." And it was more than clear that this 'thanks' meant nothing else than 'I love you'. Sofia smiled a bit. "No problem."

"A difficult relationship." Heather said when they were alone.

"Like you said, it's difficult to separate private and business feelings. Sofia…she wants to protect me, she knows, this case got me and I don't think, I could make it without her. Having her around yesterday night in the house of the victims was hard, it was tempting to let go and let her catch me, when I had to hold on. Having her later in the morning in my arms, saved not only my sleep but also my soul."

"It's called love."

"It's a scary and comforting feeling at the same time."

"You'll get used to it, you'll lose the scary part of it."

"I hope so."

"Sara, I know you can't tell me details about the case, neither could Gil. I know there's another story to these two killings, something bigger. Tell me, do I do the right thing protecting the privacy of my clients?"

The big question. Heather was right, Sara couldn't give her any details, that would cost her her job. Having more or less the offer to get all the information, they didn't get about the people who were in the house yesterday was tempting.

"Personally I don't think one of your regular clients is the killer. Maybe he was at your place before, he certainly has been there when he followed Diane Cornwell. He knew she was there, he had observed her before. Is he client? I don't think so. Not yesterday. Being a client makes it even more dangerous to get caught or identified. A moral knight? No, I don't think so. Diane Cornwell weren't moral knights themselves and I'm nit talking about her visits at your place."

"Thanks Sara."

"We need to find the killer, because if I'm wrong and he's a moral knight, there will be more deaths."

"We're in Sin City, he could kill half of the city. Depending on his view of sin."

"We'd be both dead."

"We would."

"But I don't think his view of morality is the old-fashioned, narrow-minded, middle Ages ones. Otherwise he had killed everybody in the house."

"That's right. He had these two people as a target, your man was an unfortunate bystander."

"Very unfortunately."