At Lady Heather's

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Author: Lin
E-mail: lin.morris@btopenworld.com
Title: At Lady Heather's
Category: Slash: drabble.
Pairing CSI: Sara and Lady Heather
Rating: NC-17
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. 

Disclaimer: "The Division", "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," "Birds of Prey," "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit," the characters, and situations depicted are respectively the property of Lifetime Television, Kedzie Productions, Viacom Productions, and Paramount [The Division]; Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, and CBS Productions [CSI: Crime Scene Investigators]; Tollin/Robbins, DC Comics, and Time/Warner via the WB [Birds of Prey]; and Wolf Films, Universal Network Television, and NBC [Law & Order: SVU]. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "The Division", "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," "Birds of Prey," "Law & Order: SVU," Lifetime Television, CBS, the WB, NBC, or any representatives of the actors.

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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.