Dominion of The Butterfly
Prologue:
Moonlight filtered in through the lace curtains at the domain. The woman had dark hair and eyes and wore a white nurse's uniform with a short skirt, sheer seamed white stockings, and an old-fashioned nurse's cap on her dark wavy hair. The woman was experienced in fulfilling desires. However, in her eyes tonight was not the smirk of the dominatrix satisfying her submissive. In her eyes were quickly growing terror as the distinguished grey haired man became more agitated.
"Why did you leave me Debbie?" shouted the doctor.
"Pardon me?"
Dr. Lurie became more agitated. "Why did you leave me?"
"I…don't know."
Dr. Lurie quickly grabbed the woman by the throat. "You lying bitch, you left me to be with that young hot shot. You think he loves you? You're nothing but a piece of ass to him. I love you."
The woman began looking for an out; she quickly began to walk to the door, only to be grabbed by the arm. "You are not going to leave me this time." He growled.
The woman began to speak. "Caterpillar". That was the safe word that Lurie had chosen for himself. She waited for it to break the spell. It did not. Lurie grabbed her and held her in a choke hold. The woman began to shout, "Caterpillar." Lurie merely tightened his grip. The dark haired woman lifted her Manolo clad spike heel and stomped on his foot. Muttering in pain, he loosened his grip on her, and she lunged for the door, opening it screaming, "Caterpillar….Caterpillar….Caterpillar."
Chapter 1
Lady Heather sat in Ecklie's office at the Las Vegas Crime Lab with a black leather file folder in front of her. Across from her sat Ecklie and Sheriff Atwater. They had the box containing the Debbie Marlin file. Normally it would not be protocol to share evidence on a cold case with a civilian, but Ecklie, Atwater, and many other high ranking men and women of the LVPD frequented the dominion, which made Lady Heather as always, the dominant in the situation.
Lady Heather discussed what she knew including a signed statement from the girl who worked with Lurie the previous night. She explained how Lurie had been there before, always asking for a tall, willowy girl, with dark hair and eyes, and always had her dress like a 'naughty nurse.' Even though Lurie paid well, none of the girls wanted to take him on as a permanent client, citing that he seemed unbalanced. Finally Lady Heather invited Dr. Lurie for tea in the guise of a client service meeting and he told a little about his old girlfriend Debbie, who had died in the last year, and how he just wanted to be with her again. Doing a Google search, Lady Heather soon learned about the murder, and after last night's scene, knew that it was time to talk to the police. She knew that Atwater and Ecklie would be helpful as they were both ambitious, political men, and even though Lady Heather would never reveal her clientele, they didn't know that.
Ecklie was the first to speak. He wanted to impress Lady Heather. "What would you like us to do? Do you want to press charges and bring him in for questioning?"
Lady Heather shook her head.
"Who were the investigators on this case?" Lady Heather queried.
Atwater looked at the file. "Catherine Willows and Gil Grissom".
Lady Heather's lips curled into a small smile. "Maybe we should discuss the case with them."
Ecklie nodded and paged Catherine and Grissom. He hoped that Lady Heather would be impressed by his ability to summon the two CSI's so quickly. After finding out they were finishing an interrogation, Ecklie, Atwater, and Lady Heather met them in the interrogation room.
Moments later, Grissom and Catherine came into the room. Lady Heather politely greeted the two CSI and Ecklie motioned for them to sit down. Never one to waste time, Lady Heather explained the nature of her visit. She explained that she ran a safe dominion and did not want to send Lurie to a less professional place as someone might get hurt.
Grissom became impatient. This was an incredible break in protocol.
"Heather, what would you like us to do for you?
Lady Heather turned slightly towards Grissom, "There are many things you could do for me Gilbert." She purred.
Grissom snorted in return, "Regarding the case."
Lady Heather thought for a moment before asking; "Do you have someone you could send in to investigate Lurie, discreetly?"
Ecklie broke in, "What do you mean, discretely?"
Catherine continued. "You want someone that Lurie to talk to someone he would be comfortable with?"
Lady Heather nodded in her direction. "Yes, someone who can handle him if he gets unruly."
Sheriff Atwater looked thoughtfully at the pictures of Debbie Marlin, including one pre-mortem taken from her home. He looked directly at Grissom. "Gil, am I mistaken in stating that there is a strong resemblance between CSI Sidle and Debbie Marlin?"
Grissom could see where this was going. He was not happy. "I really don't agree, Rory. They are both tall, thin brunettes, but that is really where it ends."
Catherine broke in. "Grissom, are you blind? Sara and Debbie look enough alike to be twins. During the investigation I noticed it, you noticed it, Brass noticed it, and Doc noticed it, even Sara…"
"Even Sara did what Catherine?" Grissom thundered.
Catherine sighed, knowing that she had dug herself into a hole and there was no way out.
"I think Sara got a look at Debbie when I had her print the toes. She never said anything, but I just knew."
Grissom gave the group his full attention. "I know what you are suggesting Ecklie, and this is out of the question. I will not let you put Sara in danger, so you can please Lady Heather."
Ecklie interrupted, "Grissom, I am afraid the matter is not really for you to decide. You may be Sara's direct supervisor, but I run the lab, and I think it would be in the lab's best interest to get a murderer like Lurie off the streets. Anyway, I thought you would be only too happy to close a cold case." With that, Ecklie paged Sara 911.
Moments later, Sara came into the interrogation room. She was wearing bike shorts and a Lycra work out shirt that revealed her taught stomach and belly ring. She was sweaty from her kick boxing workout in the department gym, and her hair was escaping her careful ponytail and curling around her face. Personally Grissom could not remember a time when Sara looked more alluring, as he carefully cataloged the image in his brain to enjoy during his next sleepless night.
Sheriff Atwater introduced Sara to Lady Heather, and Grissom and Catherine carefully watched Sara's face as the two women met. They were both curious to see how much of the lab gossip regarding Grissom and Lady Heather Sara had heard and believed. Judging from Sara's neutral, but curious expression, she had either not heard much, or more likely, had Grissom up on such a high pedestal that she chose not to believe it.
After introductions, Atwater explained the nature of the assignment to Sara. Grissom watched as Sara carefully studied his face while listening to the sheriff. Grissom broke in. "Sara, I don't think this is a good idea."
Sara turned to him. "Why not?"
Grissom continued, "Well, it's dangerous."
Sara scoffed. "Grissom, I will be in a room with a two way mirror and camera's. I am probably safer there than I am at some crime scenes."
Grissom broke in again. "Ecklie, do you really think this is a good idea? This assignment requires a delicate touch. You yourself called Sara a 'loose cannon with a gun', less than six months ago."
Now Sara was angry. "Are you saying I can't do my job, Grissom?" Sara stood there, flushed with exertion and anger. Grissom stood silent, not wanting to say anything hurtful to his Sara, but also not wanting her to go to the dominion.
Sara shook her head at Grissom, and gave Lady Heather and the group a cool look.
"When do I start?"
Lady Heather spoke first. "Come to the dominion today at 4:00pm. We can have tea and discuss what you need to know. We can schedule your first meeting with Dr. Lurie after we chat." Lady Heather then left the room, in a cloud of musky rose perfume.
Content that the meeting was over, Catherine, Ecklie and Atwater also got up to leave. Not wanting another reason to suspend Grissom for non-cooperation, Atwater put Catherine in charge of the operation, and told Sara to communicate the details of her sessions with Lurie with her.
Soon the interrogation room was empty, except for Grissom and Sara. Lady Heather had gone off using the pretense of needing the ladies room, but snuck around to eavesdrop on what she was sure would be a very educational conversation. While in the observation room, she groped around in the semi-darkness trying to find the speaker so she could hear, but quickly decided to listen to the conversation with her eyes instead.
Lady Heather felt herself become slightly aroused watching the two of them. They paced, advancing and retreating, circling the other. Their dance was not a waltz, but rather a torrid tango of wills, a tango Argentinean in origin, filled with lush and torrid passion, that if unleashed would either liberate or destroy the dancers. This dance of control and release was so familiar to both, that one could almost see the groove marks on the floor.
Lady Heather watched as Grissom seemed to fight an internal battle between deciding whether to argue with Sara or to press her against the wall and kiss her until she grew to weak kneed and weak with need to argue. She watched Sara watch Grissom and understand the struggle within him, but not give him any opportunity to choose.
For several long minutes each circled the other, unable or unwilling to decide who was to be the conqueror and who was to be the conquered.
Lady Heather had once told Grissom that his greatest fear was being known. She amended that now. He had three great fears, being known, letting go, and Sara. They were all deeply intertwined, and primal in their base. He wanted her, wanted her desperately, but was terrified of the consequences. He knew if he gave in to Sara that she would own him. Many dominant personalities wrestled with this, once they found their soul mate, the person who would know and understand them enough that they would not have to be dominant anymore. Grissom wanted to let go, wanted to submit to his curly haired goddess, but was afraid.
Lady Heather chuckled. She had planned to use this conversation to play with Grissom, but even she had compassion, and decided that she would school Sara in the ways of domination to give her the understanding and tools she would need to bring Grissom the release he so desperately wanted.
Satisfied, Lady Heather went back to the interrogation room and caught the last snippet of conversation, she heard Grissom's voice sounding pained, "Sara, you heard that?"
The brunette crisply replied. "Yes I heard all of it." Her silence seemed to declare a victory.
Grissom continued, "Yet you stayed, why?"
Sara finally had enough. She was hot, sweaty, and tired. She was nervous about her task, and exhausted emotionally from her argument with Grissom. She was not sure if she ever wanted him to know that she heard his confession that night. If she had ever decided to tell him, she did not want it to be said in anger; however Grissom provoked her when he questioned her motives. Couldn't he understand how much she burned inside by the way the Marlin case affected him? The tapping of Grissom's foot on the tile floor of the interrogation room snapped her out of her reverie. Without thinking, she spat out. "I don't know why I stay Grissom. Perhaps I like pain." Satisfied with that, she began to leave, only to be met with Grissom's curt reply. "Then you should fit in fine at the dominion."
Determined not to slam the door, she called one last comment over her shoulder. "At least I can feel." And with that she was gone.
Sara walked down the hall so fast she nearly ran over Lady Heather. Blushing and apologetic, Sara helped Lady Heather get steady on her feet. Sara was rewarded with a smile and a business card with the address of the dominion.
The two women said their goodbyes and parted, neither noticing the look on Grissom's face as he watched them go from the safety of the interrogation room.
TBC...
A/N: Angst is challenging for me, but I will try to update as quickly as possible. My biggest hope is that my submission unleashes a torrent of fiction.