Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.

Author's Note: I decided to change this story a bit. It will have another chapter that will be posted shortly. After I reread it this morning I saw that the story was too rushed and needed slowed down a bit. :D

Catherine nor Lady Heather had laughed so hard in a long time. The females were talking on the telephone, discussing different subjects, none of which were really important. But no one had been murdered at the dominatrix's dominion lately and the two hadn't had a chance to catch up with each other.

"Catherine, when is Grissom's birthday?" Heather asked. She was the first to regain her breath after their laughing fit.

"August 17th," Catherine replied, still giggling quietly. "Why?"

"No reason." The brunette sighed with a grin.

"Do you really think I'd fall for that?" Catherine giggled again. "Tell me."

"You told me Grissom and Sara have been dating. I have an idea that will make him forget all about her." The brilliantly evilness was detectable in her voice.

"Tell me!" Catherine begged. "Please? Then I'll tell you a secret about Grissom!"

Heather laughed. "Alright," She began. "My plan is to…"

As she explained the details of her idea, Catherine's eyes widened in both shock and anticipation. The shock because it was so amazingly genius and anticipation because it was such a good plans that it would bound it turn out good.

"Mr. Grissom,

Come to my dominion at nine o'clock on Friday evening for your birthday surprise. Don't be late.

See you then,

Lady Heather"

He read the note over and over again, praying that he was reading it wrong. Lady Heather? What could she want? The last time he saw her, she had been colder than ice. Now she was inviting him to her dominion? He didn't even question how Heather knew about his birthday.

"I suppose I'll go," Gil said aloud to his empty office. "Perhaps she wants to talk."

Had Gil's mind been clearly focused on Heather, he would have realized that there was no way she would just want to talk.

"Mr. Grissom. Come in, and I will tell Lady Heather you have arrived," A brunette girl greeted the Entomologist with a smile. She disappeared to inform her… Madame, for lack of a better word, that her guest had shown up.

Gil nervously stood in the foyer, occasionally shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The girl appeared again, still smiling and said, "She will see you in her personal quarters."

He nodded and began his journey up the three flights of stairs. Various noises could be heard along the way; the usual screams of mixed pain and pleasure, the sharp cracking of whips. None of the noises made him jump or frightened him, which was surprised him.

It didn't take nearly as long to reach Heather's office and he found himself standing in front of the big oak door. Just as Gil was about to knock on the door, it was pulled open from the inside. His jaw dropped at the sight.

Heather was standing there in a sheer black bathrobe, her matching black bra and panties in plain view.

"Hello, Mr. Grissom," She greeted through a suppressed smile.

"…Heather, um…"

"And I see your manners have not improved." Heather raised one brow; it only furthered her extreme sexiness. "We'll have to work on that. Please, come in and I will explain why I asked you to come here."

Gil followed her into the office; he tried not to look at her ass through the sheer robe but it was useless and he found himself sneaking peeks until she turned around.

"I asked you here because I feel you are harming yourself," Heather explained. "You see, dating Miss… Sidle, is it? That's not exactly healthy. I mean, the woman doesn't even eat meat. How exactly is she supposed to please you if she isn't properly nourished?"

Gil's eyes widened again. Heather was trying to make him break up with Sara? Was she out of her mind? And how did she know Sara was a vegetarian? She had no control of his relationships and definitely didn't get a say in them.

"Heather, I appreciate your concern. But I don't think this is appropriate," Gil replied.

Heather nodded quickly. Then, slowly, she slipped the robe off, revealing her lightly tanned skin. The skin Gil had once covered with kisses; she knew he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Do you still feel the same?" She inquired.

Gil hesitated. "Yes."

Heather nodded once again before slipping her bra off. Gil tried not to look but he just couldn't resist. Who was he kidding? He still had feelings for Heather. Sara was just… he didn't even know what she was. But she was nothing compared to Heather.

"How about now?" Heather smiled.

Gil hated it that she was right. She was always right. How was that possible? He decided he would have to figure it out at a later date; Heather standing topless before him proved to be quite a distraction.

Through kisses and moans, Gil managed to say, "I'll break it off with her in the morning."

Heather shook her head 'no'. "I'm afraid that won't do. You will have to make your decision, which one of us you would prefer to be with. Once you have reached your conclusion, you will notify the unlucky woman. Then, if you choose me, we will continue this." She gestured to herself, then Gil. "If you choose Miss Sidle, then things will go back to the way they were before I sent you that note."

Gil took the information in, considering what she had said. He would have to decide between the two, which would be hard, but it had to be done.

As he exited the office, Heather folded her arms over her chest with a smile and called after him, "You have one week to decide." With a feeling of accomplishment, Heather closed the door to her office, put a shirt on and decided to have some tea.