Caution-This story might contain spoilers from the first two episodes with Lady Heather in them. If you haven't seen them, then don't read this 'cause you won't understand.

Author's Note-I don't own CSI. I just really like it, that's all. I'm sorry if in writing this story I've offended anyone that owns CSI. Please don't eat my brain! Oops, maybe that offended you. Sorry!

Her prisoner's eyes flutter open as she strokes his forehead, causing her to jump slightly.

"Oh! You scared me, lover! Did you have a good sleep?"

'Lover' stares up at the woman who was now cradling his head in her arms, still stroking his face.

"W-where am I?"

The captor smiles wickedly.

"You are exactly where you want to be."

With that, the female kidnapper leans down and softly kisses his forehead, sending a shiver down her captive's spine.

"Why have you brought me here?"

The pitiful man asks after the shiver had subsided. The woman gently pushes his head off of her lap and stands up.

"I have bought you here because no one says 'stop' to Lady Heather. You, of all people, should know that, Gil! Just think! Pretty soon, you shall see what becomes of those foolish enough to say 'no' !"

The woman laughs maniacally, causing her prisoner, who we now know is Grissom, to gulp quite visibly.

"What are you going to do?"

Lady Heather gingerly picks up a large blade from the table in front of her and holds it up, the cold steel glinting menacingly.

"I guess I can do whatever I want, can't I, suger?"

Meanwhile, at the scene of the crime...

"What do you think happened to him?"

Nick's Texan drawl was unmistakable as his voice drifted out from behind the desk in Grissom's office.

"I don't know."

Replied a female voice.

"I just hope that we find out soon."

Nick stands up, his back cracking as he goes.

"Well, I didn't find anything probative back here."

Sara, who had been flipping through some of the many stacks of papers that littered Grissom's desk, stopped suddenly and picked up a picture frame from the corner of the desk.

"Um, Nicky? Is this who I think it is? 'Cause it kinda looks like-"

Just then a shadowy figure steps into the doorway, cutting her off and finishing her sentence.

"Lady Heather."

The CSI's turn towards the figure, who was now walking towards Sara, a grim look on his face.

"What's that you say, Jim?"

Brass consults the folder in his hand before continuing.

"That unknown print you found on the door handle? AFIS spit out a name. It belongs to Lady Heather. Archie reviewed the surveillance tapes and I spoke with the secretary and they both confirmed that roughly 23 hours ago Grissom left with that...tramp. Apparently she was putting the moves on 'im!"

Nick raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to one side, a look of curiosity on his face.

"She put the moves on Grissom?! Well, I just might have to review that tape! For, ya know, the sake of the case an' stuff..."

Brass grins.

"Easy, Cowboy. You can 'review the tapes' while Sara and I go talk to this psycho."

Approximately 22 Hours Earlier...

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

The brunette secretary asks as a tall, rather paranoid-looking woman who was standing in front of her desk. The woman starts, having been preoccupied by the flashing light of the surveillance camera that hung above the secretary's shoulder.

"Wha? Oh, I'm here to see Mr. Grissom. Is he in?"

The lady at the desk (who's name is Judy) smiles and nods.

"Oh, yes. He's here all right. Shall I give you directions to his office?"

The paranoid woman glances over her shoulder, as if she had something to hide, before shaking her head 'no'. The secretary stares at her for a few seconds before asking

"Say, have you , by any chance, been here before? Because you look awful familiar."

The strange woman shakes her head once more.

"No, I don't think I've ever been here before."

Judy raises an eyebrow.

"Than how do you know where Mr. Grissom's office is?"

The odd visitor looks around and says

"Um... he told me over the phone. But that's not important. Thank you, I'll be on my way now."

With that she walks off down the hall towards Grissom's office. As for her never being there before, she was lying. She'd been there before, just not for the same reasons. No one would recognize her this time, though. She had changed her hair style and color, and was wearing something a little more conservative then she usually wore. 'Conservative' for her was a low-cut tank top, tight hip-hugger jeans and stilettos.

Very sexy.

Back In Lady Heather's Dominion...

Beads of sweat trickle down Grissom's face as Lady Heather approaches with the blade. She stands over him, arms raised, ready to strike, when the sound of a doorbell cuts the silence. A look of annoyance flashes momentarily on her face as she lowers the weapon. Then she steps forward and hunches in front of Grissom, a wide smile softening the hard lines of her cruel face.

"I'll be back soon, love."

She places a hand on the side of his face, pulling him towards her and kissing him. He didn't resist, but she could feel him shift uneasily as she ran her fingers through his soft grey hair. She stood up, her gaze trailing on him as she strolled up the stairs towards the front door. When she finally arrived at the door, one of her many employee's had already show Brass and Sara in.

"Good evening, Captain Brass."

Lady Heather looked questioningly at Sara until Brass clears his throat and says

"Lady Heather, this is Sara Sidle from the crime lab. Sara, this is Lady Heather from the underground fetish club."

Sara waves uneasily as the dominatrix bows low, her face suddenly changing to a look of concern.

"Why exactly are you here, Captain?"

Brass takes a sideways glance at Sara.

"I think we should discuss this in private."

He nods towards the small group of employees that had started to gather.

"But of course. This way, please."

They make their way down a long hall as the group of spectators thins out. They get to Lady Heather's 'office' and she locks the door behind them. She then sits in a large, winged armchair behind a desk and leans back, crossing her arms and looking concerned.

"What is this all about? I shudder to think that I've lost another employee!"

Brass coughs and straightens his coat.

"Well, I'm sure you remember my collegue, Gil Grisom."

Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the basement...

Grissom struggles with the ropes that bind his wrists and ankles. He manages to stand and hop over to the table that Lady Heather had placed the knife on and figure out how to cut the ropes on his wrists. When he finally frees his hands, he sits down to cut the rope from his feet. Once he's is free, he has time to take stock of the situation. It seems that he's in the basement, but not any basement he's ever seen before. It's like someone took the contents of a small house and threw them hap-hazardly into the room. There seems to be all the makings of a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and various other things that wouldn't belong in any of those like couches, chairs and just about anything else you could think of. Grissom stands in front of a red-blanketed bed, (RED blanket. Remember that. It's very important.) staring in awe at the room, not paying attention to what is going on around him. That is, not until he felt a cold hand on the back of his neck.

"I see you cut yourself loose. I woulda done it for you, ya know, but I had some company."

Grissom turns to face the speaker.

"Who was it?"

Lady Heather waves her hand in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh, no one important. Just a couple of your friends from the crime lab. But I got rid of them easily."

She puts on an innocent smile and clasps her hands together, obviously trying to look like an angel of some sorts.

" 'Oh, yes. I remember Gil. He was such a nice man. He took me out for brunch just this morning! He had to scurry back to the lab early, though. He can never stay away from it for very long, can he? It's such a pity that he's gone missing. I sure hope he's found soon!' They just lapped it up!"

She laughs maniacally and Grissom cringes as her hand wraps around his wrist. He tries to pull away, but she digs her long, polished nails into his flesh. He flinches and changes the subject.

"I couldn't help but notice the wonderful assortment of...stuff. What is all this?"

The woman lets go of his wrist and puts an arm around his shoulder, making him shudder.

"Do you like it? I made it just for you so that you can live here forever. Isn't that wonderful?"

Grissom stares blankly at her for a moment, then scoffs, as if it was all a big joke.

"Live here forever as what, your kinky sex slave?"

He asks, thinking of the most outlandish reason he could. He nearly faints when Lady Heather says

"How did you guess?"

Back at CSI HQ...

"Oh my God! They weren't joking!"

Nick exclaims as he watches the surveillance tapes from the day before. Archie is sitting beside him, giggling uncontrollably as the video shows Grissom and Lady Heather getting cozy in the elevator. Once his giggle-fit subsides, Archie presses some buttons until the screen shows the view of the parking-lot. They watch in hysterics as the two lovebirds walk arm in arm to a black Corvette and drive off. Archie is just about to turn the tape off when Sara and Brass walk in.

"Hold up, Arch. I wanna watch that too."

Sara pulls up a chair, sits down and presses 'play' before he has time to react. Nick immediately starts stammering.

"Uh, I-I don't think you wanna watch that, Sara. It might upset you..."

But he's too late. Sara's eyes fill with tears as Grissom and Lady Heather make their trip in the elevator once more.

"I'm sorry, Sara..."

Archie calls at Sara's fleeting form. Sara runs, not knowing where to go, basically just anywhere that doesn't remind her of the video. She finally stops when she come to the break room and darts through the door and almost runs into Greg, who was still on his break and hadn't heard anything about what had happened to Grissom.

"Whoa, Sar! What's wrong?"

Greg grabs her shoulder as she tries to run out again. She stays, but doesn't explain anything. She just slumps in a chair, unmoving. Greg sits in the chair beside her and puts a comforting arm around her.

"What's wrong, Sara? Please tell me. Did Grissom do something stupid and inconsiderate again? 'Cause if he did, I swear to God..."

She looks up at him, her eyes welling up with tears once more.

"Well, he did do something kinda inconsiderate..."

Back at the basement...

"I was just kidding! God, the look on your face was priceless, honey!"

Lady Heather laughs hysterically as Grissom nearly faints, but he regains his composure just in time to be swept into a soft, sensuous kiss by the seductive dominatrix. ((Wow, that's a lot of 'S' words! Yeah, I know I'm weird...)) They stand there for a moment until Grissom finally does what he's been longing to do for so very long: he kisses her back. The kiss deepens, and they finally fall onto the nearby bed in a lip-lock so passionate that it can only end in one thing: someone walking in on them. ((HA! I know what you were thinking I'd say! But that would be yucky. Ew.))

"Uh, Lady Heather? I'm sorry to, ahem, interrupt, but you have a visitor..."

The scantily-clad employee stands uneasily at the bottom of the stairs, not sure of what to think about the scene in front of her, which was two very startled people, one of which was no longer wearing a shirt. (It was Grissom who was without shirt, by the way...just to clear things up...)

"Well, go entertain them, you silly, stupid girl! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something important?"

The young woman flinches, hurt by her employer's harsh words.

"B-but she asked for you specifically... and she said it was urgent. And she says she's from the crime lab. Her name's like Claira Bridle or something."

Grissom, who had not been paying attention up until this point, sits bolt upright.

"Sara? Sara Sidle from the crime lab? I need to see her!"

He tries to run to the stairs, but Lady Heather manages to restrain him.

"But why, hun? You don't need her! You've got me."

As she says the last sentence, she strokes his face, urging him to kiss her again, but he turns away. She persists, nuzzling his neck and pressing her body against his, sending an icy shiver up Grissom's spine as the cold rivets on her bodice made contact with his bare chest. Grissom continues to struggle and Lady Heather tries to calm him, but the CSI's will was too strong. He pushes her away and runs for the stairs, getting halfway to them before the kidnapper comes after him and clasps a hand over his mouth so he can't call for help.

"What are you doing?"

She hisses, glaring at him, her eyes blazing.

"Are you trying to get me caught? Wait, don't answer that. Just stay down here and keep quiet, you understand that?"

Grissom stares at the angry woman. She'd never used that tone of voice with him before and frankly, it scared him. He nods with fear in his eyes and when Lady Heather was sure he wasn't going to follow, she made her way up the stairs. The young girl was still there, so Lady Heather turned from the doorway and tells her

"Veronica, you stay here and keep an eye on him."

Veronica watches as Grissom sits on the steps, head in his hands. She thinks for a minute, then goes and sits beside him on the step.

"So what's your story? Why is she keeping you down here?"

Grissom stares at the young woman and for the first time that night, he sees something that makes him smile.

"Ronnikins? Is that you?"

The woman perks up.

"I haven't been called that in so long! Gilly, is it really you?"

Grissom smiles, his eyes brimming with tears.

"It's me! I'm so happy to see you!"

Veronica leans in to hug Grissom, but he pulls back, as if suddenly realizing something.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Why am I happy to see my long lost sister if she's working in an underground fetish club?!"

((Okay, I know the whole Ronnikins-Gilly thing was really corny, but I mosty put that in to piss off my friend Holly. Shut up, Gris, you know we love you! BUTTONS! Whoops, sorry...))

Upstairs, a minute earlier...

"Can I help you?"

Lady Heather has made her way to the hall where Sara is pacing impatiently, her eyes burning with anger. When the dominatrix greets her, Sara turns on her heel and attacks the woman.

"You bitch! You stole my Grissom away from me!"

They start full-on catfighting, complete with hair-pulling, name-calling, scratching, slapping and whatever else you people associate with cat-fights. The two fight ruthlessly until they finally tire. They collapse, both looking extremely worse-off than they were before, which was not too difficult to achieve. Sara had a bloody nose, ripped vest and a long line of scratches on her cheek, which was bleeding a lot more than her nose was. Lady Heather, who seemed to have received the worst of the beating, now had a broken nail ((Gasp! The horror!)), her hair was messed up, she also had a bloody nose, her dress was ripped to shreds, and her eye was now turning a rather nasty shade of purple. Nick, who had been standing in the sidelines the whole time, finally speaks up. Not much, mind you, but enough.

"Woah. Me-ow."

Sara grins and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear that was hanging on her face. It was really quite surprising that no one had heard the little outburst, seeing as how they had been screaming random profanities through the duration of the fight. Eventually, though, someone did come to see what was happening. Too bad it was Brass and not someone important.

"What happened in here? It looks like you girls got mugged! Nicky?"

Brass walks into the room, scowling not-very-convincingly at Nick, and he was followed by the woman who had let him in. Lady Heather glares at the woman over Brass' shoulder and the girl shrugs, a look on her face that seems to say 'what was I supposed to do?' Lady Heather sighs, giving up on trying to put the chick on a guilt-trip. Both her and Sara attempt to fix themselves up, straightening their hair and wiping blood from their faces.

"Well, I was-"

Sara starts to explain, then stops abruptly when she realizes that Brass was no longer listening, but staring intently at the figure that had appeared in the doorway behind them.

"Gil?"

The two women turn on their heels to see Grissom standing triumphantly in the doorway, standing next to a tearful Veronica. Nick giggles and asks what everyone, except for Lady Heather and Veronica, was thinking.

"Um, Grissom? Any particular reason you're not wearing a shirt?"

Grissom looks down at his bare chest and blushes, as if he had forgotten all about his half-naked-ness. Brass clears his throat.

"Nick, I'm surprised at you! I think the better question would be: What the hell are you doing here, Gil?!"

Grissom steps forward a few feet and begins to tell his tale. If you don't know the 'tale', go back and read the story again, 'cause I'm not writing the whole thing a second time!

After Grissom Finishes His Story...

"Wait a second! So your meaning to tell me that this is your sister?!"

Nick gapes wide-eyed at his boss, who nods, smiling sheepishly. Then the Texan leans towards Brass and whispers

"Dude, his sister's hot!"

Brass suppresses a grin and pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. He steps forwards towards his friend's abductor.

"Lady Heather, I think you'd better come to the station with us."

But the dominatrix won't go down without a fight. She sprints to the door, but is apprehended by the two CSI's who were standing in the doorway. Nick grabs her wrists and holds her while Brass handcuffs her. Brass turns to face Grissom.

"Don't worry, we've got everything under control now, Gil. Gil? Where'd he go?"

The group looks around, but Grissom is nowhere to be seen. Just then he walks back in, carrying his shirt with him. They all stare at him like he's crazy.

"What? I'm cold!"

He shouts defensively while pulling on his shirt, causing Nick to burst out laughing.

"Ha! We can tell, Gris."

Grissom can't help but notice the disappointed look on Sara's face as he buttons up his shirt. Their eyes meet and he grins, causing her to blush and avert her gaze. Thankfully, no one noticed the meaningful glances between the two, as they were more concerned with the mental health of the woman in the handcuffs. She was standing stalk still, her head bobbing up and down. Brass was backing away from her, a weird look on his face.

"Hey, Lady H? You okay?"

She wouldn't answer, she just kept saying the same thing over and over again.

"Crazy people don't know they're going crazy, they think they're gettin' saner!! Ha Ha! I'm not crazy! I'm

a-gettin' saner!"

They all stare at her as she freaks out. Grissom looks worried, despite what she'd put him through. ((Though not all of it was bad...mer her her.)) Brass pulls out his cell phone and punches some buttons.

"Yeah, Brass. We need an ambulance...yeah, Lady Heather's...okay, thanks."

Brass hangs up his phone and tries to tell the other that the paramedics were on their way, but just then the crazy dominatrix erupted into a fit of piercing screams, blocking out any chance of communication. By the time the ambulance arrived, she had gone quiet and they had to drag her out of the corner where she was curled up, rocking back and forth, mumbling randomly about how the monkey were trying to eat her brain. As the medics carried her away, Grissom began to cry. ((Wouldn't that be cute to see?)) Sara moves in to comfort him, but he shies away. Nick take s a few steps towards Sara and puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Just leave him. He'll come to you, I know he will."

Sara nods dejectedly and follows Nick as he leaves the building. Grissom walks solemnly behind them, head hanging as he climbed into the back of the cruiser that Jim was driving. As they drive off, Grissom stares out the window at the foreboding building. He shakes his head, driving the burning memories from his head. He glances over at his estranged sister, who was now sitting in the seat beside him. She smiles at him and reaches out to grasp his hand. He takes her hand, comforted by her warm smile. The drive down the road and Brass attempts to start a conversation, but fails miserably.

"Soooo...how 'bout that weather?"

Back At The Headquarters...

"Why did you do it?"

Brass screams at Lady Heather once they've settled into the interrogation room.

"Why did you kidnap him, Goddamit!?"

The angry detective slams his fists on the desk in front of him, causing Grissom to jump. Even though Grissom was on the other side of the two-way glass, he could hear every word as if he was right inside the room. Lady Heather was now smirking at Jim, twirling a strand of her hair in her fingers. She had gotten over her temporary insanity thanks to some 'happy drugs' from the ambulance workers. She stands up and walks towards the mirror, with Brass watching her every move. Grissom's breath catches in his throat as she approaches him. He forgets that the glass is there and steps back, frightened by the dominatrix's presence. Lady Heather seemed to have the uncanny ability to detect whether or not Grissom was watching from behind the glass, so she talks to him as if she could see him.

"I'm disappointed in you. But not surprised. You fear me. Because I've committed the one unforgivable act: I know you. And I know that in your heart you don't believe I did this."

Brass scoffs as she sits back down and Grissom breathes a sigh of relief. Jim leans back in his chair and asks

"What do you mean ' I know that in your heart you don't believe I did this' ? Of course we know you did this! One of our CSI's was in your basement for like, ever!" ((OMG Brass just sounded like a teenage girl! Teehee!))

The woman frowns and whines

"But it took me forever to think of that speech! I just had to use it more than once!"

Brass ponders for a minute, then asks

"What do you expect me to say? 'Lady Heather, this has nothing to do with heart. It's all about the evidence' ? Is that what you want?"

The kidnapper smiles.

"That's exactly what I want you to say. Because I know for a fact that you have absolutely no evidence to prove that I did anything illegal, so I'm off the hook."

She was right, of course. All the tapes could prove was that Grissom left the building with her on his own accord. They didn't find anything in the basement that would say that he was kept against his will, since they couldn't seem to find the ropes that were around Grissom's wrists and ankles. Brass voices his thoughts on the situation.

"But didn't we find him in your house without a shirt on? That has to account for something."

Heather smiles slyly.

"And how do you know that he wasn't there for another reason? I do profit from the theatrics of pleasure, you know."

Brass laughs scornfully.

"I know Grissom and I know that he wouldn't pay you for anything! Especially that!"

He grins and then whispers under his breath

"Though I wouldn't put it past him..."

Behind The Glass...

Grissom doesn't want to hear the rest of the conversation. He knows that without evidence, Lady Heather would be free to do this to someone else. Someone who has less people looking out for them. Someone who could drop off the face of the Earth and no one would notice. So Grissom starts off down the hall racking his brains, trying to think of any piece of evidence he might have forgotten. Something that would put Lady Heather behind bars, away from him and anyone else who could ever have the unfortunate pleasure of being seduced by that insane woman. He continues down that hall until he comes to the break room, where Sara is sitting, hunched over a steaming cup of coffee.

"Uh, Sara? Could I talk to you for a minute?"

Grissom asks as he walks in the door. Sara looks up, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Sure."

Grissom sits beside her and sighs.

"Sara, I need you to come with me back to Lady Heather's."

The coffee-drinker stares at him, a look of disgust on her face.

"But why? Why the hell would you want to go to back there?!"

The senior CSI glares stonily at her.

"Because I need to make sure she never does this again. I need to find solid evidence to prove that what she did was wrong, and if you don't help me there may not be any hope."

Sara's heart melts as Grissom's eyes fill with tears once more.

"Okay, I'll go with you. We'll get her, Gil. I'll make sure of it."

Grissom stands, his facial expression triumphant once more.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

They exit the break room and start down the hall. As they pass a video camera, Sara shivers, memories flooding back to her, none of them good. When they get to the front doors, Judy the secretary calls out

"Nice to see you back, Mr. Grissom."

Sara has another lapse of anger and runs over to the desk, trying to punch the woman behind it.

"You let that bitch in here! I'll kill you!"

Grissom sprints after her and grabs her arm.

"What are you doing, Sara?"

Sara stops for a moment, breathing heavily.

"She let that slut in. If she hadn't, you would've never gotten kidnapped. Then maybe..."

She cuts herself off, now intent on staring at her feet. Grissom pulls her head up so that she's looking him in the eye.

"Sara, it's not her fault. It's nobody's fault but my own. Got that?"

Sara nods, tears in her eyes once more. Grissom nods as well.

"Then let's go."

They continue out the door and both get into Grissom's black Tahoe. He starts it up, and they pull out of the parking-lot. As they approach the fetish club, though, Grissom's grip on the wheel tightens and his knuckles turn white. Sara glances over at him, concerned about her boss.

"Uh, Grissom? You don't have to do this if you don't want t-"

The angry CSI interrupts her.

"No, actually, I do have to do this! I thought that you, of all people, would understood that!"

The woman beside him flinches, frightened by her friend's anger. They drive the rest of the way in silence, with Grissom still gripping the wheel as if it would fly off if he let go. Once they finally arrive, a police man shows them in. They walks down the stairs into the basement. Grissom sighs deeply and begins searching for evidence. Sara follows him, unsure of what she should be doing.

"Um, what exactly are we looking for?"

In The Holding Cell...

Lady Heather sits peacefully in the holding cell, not the least bit worried about what will happen in the future. A fellow prisoner comes over and sits beside her.

"How can you be so calm? Aren't you going to jail?"

Lady Heather grins.

"Nope."

He cell-mate is surprised and confused by such a blunt and forceful answer.

"But how can you be so sure?"

Heather grins, her facial expression a look of pure evil.

"I can be sure because I didn't hang out with a CSI just because he was cute. I hung out with him so I could learn how to commit the perfect crime. Sure, it didn't go exactly as planned, but I did it! Now they can't prove anything!"

She laughs hysterically, causing her cell-mate to move to the other side of the room in fear. Lady Heather spends the rest of the day not talking to anyone, not doing anything except laughing. The rest of the people in the holding cell were getting anxious, and most of them had already pleaded with the guard to have 'the crazy lady' removed from the cell. One of the tougher guys gets fed up, stands up suddenly and shouts to his friend:

"I've had enough of this shit! Let's shut her up, dawg!"

They advance on the woman, unaware of the cops who were starting to gather on the other side of the bars. The woman finally stops laughing once they get within five feet of her. Now she's just staring at them, a smile on her face and her hands folded in her lap. They stop, unsure of what their next move should be. The smaller, less intelligent crony speaks up

"Uh, lady? Are youse gonna stop laffin' now?"

The big guy punches his shoulder.

"Dude!"

He hisses under his breath.

"You don't just ask if she's gonna stop! You make sure she don't start up again!"

He cracks his knuckles threateningly, but Lady Heather remains calm and silent. Then all of a sudden the woman pounces, tearing at the man's face, causing him to scream like a little girl and cry like a baby. When she finally backs off, he stands in a corner, cowering, saying

"Owie! You broke my face! You're a big meanie!"

This was too much for the cops. They howl in laughter, making the convict cry harder.

"All of you guys are meanies! I hate you!"

The cops laugh harder, and one of them asks the other

"And what was he in for?"

The other cop catches his breath and answers

"He...ha ha! He was... he was stealing kittens from the pet store!"

The big 'tough' guy looks up and yells above the laughter

"They can't just keep them in cages all day! It's inhumane! I was only helping the poor little fluffers!"

In Lady Heather's Basement...

Sara, with a lack of anything else productive to do, starts looking over the bed with a UV light. She gasps as she stares at the illuminated spots dotting the surface of the red blanket.

"Um, Grissom? Would your, um..."

She searches for the right word.

"Uh...DNA happen to be on this bed?"

She grimaces, not entirely sure she wants to know. Her boss ponders, then says

"Maybe...why?"

He walks over to the bed, looks at it and Sara points the light to the spots and asks him

"Would this be yours?"

He stares for a while, then says

"Probably..."

Then all of a sudden a look of realization dawns on his face.

"Oh my God! That's my blood! I nicked my wrist when I cut the ropes off! That means there must be blood on them, too! But where did they go? I need to find them!"

Just then they hear footsteps on the stairs and they look up to see a shadowy figure at the top of the stairs, the ropes swaying gently on the end of her finger.

"Looking for these?"

The mysterious woman asks, the tone of her voice making it sound like she would never give them the ropes, even if they paid her. She continues down the stairs and she's unable to hide the wide smile on her face.

"Veronica! Where did you find those?"

Grissom cries as he sees who's holding the ropes. Veronica grins.

"I picked them up before the police came. I figured Lady Heather's 'one phone call' would be to one of her employees to destroy the evidence, so I took it upon myself to save the evidence. I didn't have time to give them to you before I was questioned. I figured you guys would come back, so I waited."

Grissom rushes over to hug her.

"I love you so much right now! I could kiss you! But that would be weird...'cause you're my sister...and I think incest is creepy..."

The man backs away sheepishly. Veronica giggles as she passes the ropes to her brother. Sara stands dejectedly in the corner until Grissom calls out to her.

"You comin', Sara?"

She nods and follows the over-excited man back up the stairs. They drive back to the HQ with Veronica in the back of the Tahoe, telling Grissom all about her life since she'd left the family.

After The Trial...

"I find this woman guilty!"

The judge cries, banging his gavel. The room-full of cops and CSI's breathe a sigh of relief and Lady Heather crosses her arms, an angry scowl on her face. The crowd thins out and Lady Heather is removed from the room, leaving Grissom and his closest friends left in the courtroom. Sara cautiously approaches her boss, unsure if he'd talk to her. Contrary to what she was expecting, he turns and pulls her into a hug. She was a little frightened at first, but once she was sure of herself, she held him closer and rested her head on his shoulder, smiling as he whispered in her ear.

"You did good, babe."

He slowly moves away and hugs the rest of his friends, ecstatic that the woman that had caused him so much pain and grief was now behind bars, hopefully for a very long time. The group leaves the courtroom together, most of them having to go back to work. Grissom had the rest of the week off to recover from his ordeal, meaning he had time to catch up with Veronica. By the end of the week, Grissom had already found Veronica a job at the lab, gotten over his semi-terrifying ordeal (as much as he could) and asked Sara out. The date had gone well, and they had another planned for the next weekend. And they all lived happily ever after except for Lady Heather, who made a lot of new friends at jail. ((And that wasn't exactly a good thing...))

THE END