Sara stormed out of the interrogation room. "Grissom!" She hollered, bursting into his office.

He had his "calm face" on, but his eyes were tired. "What do you need, Sara?"

"This guy is not cracking. You know, the big one? We need help. Someone who can rattle him."

Grissom looked thoughtful. "What do you think would rattle him?"

"I don't know; that's the point! We need someone who can read people, someone like…"

They finished her thought at the same time. "Lady Heather."

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Butler raised hard blue eyes to the regal lady in front of him. There was something about her that made him nervous, but he couldn't quite figure out what.

"Hello, Mr. Butler." Drawled the woman. He didn't think she worked here; she had the demeanor or a dominatrix; Glamorous, impassive, but at the same time powerful and slightly scary. He couldn't explain it. Why would they have a dominatrix question him?

"Because I can read people, Mr. Butler"

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Asked Butler. "It was obvious. The way your head was turned, the was you were staring at me, and the slightly raised eyebrow."

Butler did something he was trained never to do: he admitted he was scared.

"Why do you make me nervous?"

"Because, Mr. Butler, I do not fear you. I don't fear you, and I know who you are and what you've done. Therefore, I must know something you don't, I must have a tactical advantage."

The odd thing about this woman was that Butler felt that he could talk to her. Even though he feared her, he trusted her. He shook his head. He didn't trust anymore.

"Look, Miss, I would really like to talk to you. But I won't say anything until I can talk to Master Artemis."

Sara, on the other side of the mirror, sighted. She went to the room where "Master Artemis" was staying, and escorted him to the interrogation room.

"Butler." Artemis was not disapproving. That was a shock. Butler almost smiled. The fairy's influence had come back loud and clear.

"Sir."

Artemis sat down. There was a slight haze over his shoulder. Sara looked again, concentrating. The image cleared, and she saw Holly. She opened the door.

"Holly! Can we talk?"

Holly flew out obligingly.

"How did you see me? I was shielding."

"That's what I need to talk to you about. I have a theory. May I test your DNA?"