Title: At Lady Heather's
Category: Slash: drabble.
Pairing CSI: Sara and Lady Heather
Spoilers: None: set after 4.22, "Bloodlines"
Summary: Sara finds a little ritual sets her at her ease.
Author's Disclaimer: The characters and setting of CSI are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Alliance Atlantis & CBS Production Company.
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Gil took her home, but not in the way she'd wanted to be taken home, by somebody who probably wasn't Gil, if she thought about it sober.
Sara was disappointed, but not surprised.
She stepped out of the shower, naked, wet.
Gil always told her to concentrate on what cannot lie.
So this time she called a cab, and rode to the house she'd never visited before.
She wanted a wonderful life.
Sara stared at Lady Heather's lips, and Lady Heather stared right back.
Sara knows Gil can't even imagine her tied up with red silk and moaning in ecstasy.