Since I Met You

Since I Met You


Granted I’ve taken great liberties with my beloved Gil. But oh did it feel GOOD !!
I could not have done this without the help of TAZZER !! Beautiful Tazz. A great big hug and thank you for your eagle eyes, and evil thoughts.



Since I Met You

Chapter One

Gil Grissom showed up at work his usual two hours early. He just wanted to catch up on the paper work that made his desk cluttered looking. A bit of a neat freak, Gil just wanted to clear off this desk in peace. I like my desk neat and tidy. I’m just going sit there and clear all of the cases out. He didn’t get one foot inside the headquarters building, before it started.

Several of the day shift lab techs spotted him and started complaining again. Sara’s attitude. She treats them like they are the lowest class of people in the lab. Gil reassured them that they were the most important people in the lab, and that he would speak to her again about the situation. Jeez, Gil thought, I thought I needed help in people skills. He’ll speak to her, he promised.

Then several police officers came over to complain. The last couple of weeks she’s been snapping at them at the crime scenes. Sara was always riding them about how they did the first interviews, how and what they touched. Most of the officers were seasoned men, who knew the ropes. Sara was treating them like rookies. Gil promised them again, he would speak to her and set her straight. These were just more items to add to the stack of complaints already sitting on his desk about Sara. Let me just get to my office without one more person complaining. No such luck. By the time Gil hit his office door, four more office workers got to him.

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Gil was sitting at his desk for two straight hours. He tried to clear the cases that were piled on his desk. But, his mind kept going back to Sara. For the last month, complaint after complaint kept coming in. As he kept rolling them over and over in his mind, a slight headache was starting to grow in the back of his neck. He sat there and began to absentmindedly twist a rubber band around with a pen. Gods another night like this and I swear, I will ring that neck of hers. I’ll use that damned scarf I gave her a few years ago. Just keep twisting and twisting until....

Snap, the rubber band hit Gil’s fingers, waking him out of the daydream. Almost felt real enough to be enjoyable. Twist, twist, twist and Sara’s eyes getting bigger and bigger, well sometimes fantasies are better then reality. Gil took off his glasses and was rubbing his face with his hands. He didn’t hear Warrick knocking or coming into his office.

“Grissom ! Grissom !! Where are you? Hello? “ Warrick poked Gil’s shoulder. “Hey man, are you ok? Look a little lost there. You ok man?”

Exhaustingly Gil looked up at Warrick, “Does it show that badly?”

“No no...it’s ah...”

Warrick’s reply was interrupted by Nick’s entrance. Nick laid a hand on Warrick’s shoulder.
“Hey Bro, how’s it going? Griss ? Whoa boss, you need some Visene quick! Did you touch some cayenne pepper or something?” His normal big Texas grin turning into somber concern.

Gil looked at Nick and just put his head back into his hands. Every heartbeat echoed in his head, like a jack hammer going full throttle. He let out a big sigh.

Just then Catherine walked in and started to place finished cases for review on Gil’s desk. She sees Gil’s head bent and his hands covering his face. “Whoa! Want some aspirin, a gallon of whiskey? Oh, let me guess, Eckie, Robert, the Sheriff? Oh wait, I heard a couple of uniforms complaining about Sara on the way in. I’m right aren’t I? She’s at it again?”

Nick answered Catherine’s question before Gil could speak. “Don’t think aspirin or whiskey’s going to help that headache any. He REALLY needs to do something and fast. It’s really getting out of hand. Sara has gone totally over the edge. It’s starting to get so bad, no one wants to work on any of her cases.”

“Well, I guess he should have let her go back to San Francisco after she investigated me. That would have been the smart thing”, stated Warrick.

Catherine chipped in. “Well, it’s been building up, and he sure didn’t nip it in the bud. As if that would have helped the whole situation. All the lab techs both day and night shift have been complaining about her. She has all the officers in an uproar. I swear she’s got PMS 30 days out of each month.”

“Ah people, would you remember I’m in the room, please. And I have a headache!” Gil looked at them pleadingly. “Come up with an answer. We do this for a living. We should be able to come up with some kind of answer, or can you all please leave my office. All this talking is making my headache worse.” Gil was looking at them, while rubbing the back of his neck, trying to make the muscles relax.

Bopping into the already crowded office Greggo was singing to the sound of his iPod. “Rocket mannnnnnnn, rocket mmmmmmmmaaaaan.”

“Greg PLEASE!!” Gil returned his aching head to his hands.

Cath walked behind Gil’s chair and started to work on his neck. “Man you are so tight!! Gotta let it go!”

Removing his headset, Greggo looked at the others in the room and asked, “Are we having a big powwow? What are we talking about?” Rubbing his hands gleefully, “Anything juicy?”

Nick started the ball rolling again. “Well, you can always tell her to go back to San Francisco, or take that job in the FBI she’s always holding over your head.”

“Naugh man, she wouldn’t leave her Grissom. She wouldn’t last five minutes without having to phone him or ....” Warrick stopped speaking when Gil looked up.

“People, please, a solution. More to the left Cath. Oh, right there.”

“I should start charging for my services.” Cath chuckled.

“Me next !!” Greg raised his hand. Gil just looked at him and winched. “Well you can always take her to Lady Heather’s. She’ll straighten her out there one way or another.”

Suddenly, you could have heard a pin drop. One by one, smiles came over the faces of each CSI in the room. They all shook their heads in agreement. Oh, just the place. Lady Heather’s Dominion. So simple, it was right in front of them the whole time. Lady Heather’s.

“Greg close the door and lock it!” Gil stood straight up. “Nick, lower the blinds. This is our big case for tonight”. They all grabbed chairs and started. Thank heavens tonight was Sara’s night off.

For the next hour they worked out a plan. Each one putting in their wishes for a memorable visit to Lady Heather’s. Sara would agree to do ‘ANYTHING’ Gil wanted as long as she got him. Oh this was gonna be a fun powwow. And a most devilishly enjoyable evening.

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Chapter Two


The following evening, waiting for the start of shift, all of the CSI’s were in the break room, save for Sara.

Gil looked at his comrades, with a smirk on his face. “I made the call. Lady Heather said she would do it, but it will cost me. If this works, in the long run it will be worth it. God, this better work. Even Doc and David put in their two cents”.

“Ok, what’s on top for tonight?” All bright eyed and bushy tailed Sara came around the corner, into the break room.

The gang just looked at each other Sara smiling? She was actually in a good mood tonight. Would wonders never cease? It must be the 31st day of the month...the one day she’s not the PMS witch.

“Oh, Catherine is in charge tonight Sara. You and I are going out for dinner. Run home and change. I’ll come pick you up in an hour”. Gil stated simply.

“What?” Sara looked surprised. “What did you say? Grissom, are you saying we are going out, like a date? REALLY?”

“It’s ok, isn’t it? It’s what you wanted isn’t it? You win. I can’t deal with it anymore. I caved. I took the liberty and planned a special evening. You always said you would do ‘anything’ I asked. Right? So go home get dressed ! One hour!” Gil looked straight faced as the others looked down at the cases in front of them.

“Really? Of course, ‘ANYTHING’ you want. Oh Grissom, I’m, I’m....see TOLD YOU SO !!” Sara bound out the door like a Sherman tank. Nothing or no one was going to stand in her way. She finally got Grissom and the whole gang was there to hear him say those words. Finally, she was vindicated.

Meanwhile back in the break room. Gil’s head was back in his hands. “God this better work!”

Cath said “Hell, yes this better work, I got $100 riding on it.”

To which the others cried...”Hey who has the pool going?”

Gil got up and shook his head...”God please, let this work. PLEASE !! I’m in for $100.” Even if he was paying for the entire evening, Gil felt he wanted to be in the pool. This was bring the whole lab together.

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Chapter Three


Sara starts going thru her closet. Jeans, jeans and more jeans. I know I have a dress in here somewhere. When did I buy all these flannel shirts? Well, Grissom likes them so, I wear them. Ah, here’s that dress. Glad I kept it in plastic. Not like I ever need to wear a dress much. I need to shower and I know there’s some makeup here somewhere too. Ummm, wonder where we are going? Dinner, dancing? Oh who cares, I got Grissom and the whole bunch of them were sitting there listening! They can’t deny it now! I told them! I knew Grissom had feelings for me. That just proves it. I’ll show them. It will be so nice to rub their noses in it when we get back to the office tomorrow....if we go to the office tomorrow. Whoa ! Look at the time !!

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One hour to the second, Gil stood in front of Sara’s door. Sighing he raised his hand to knock, when the door flew open. “Grissom ! Right on time.”

Gil drew back a little. He thought she must have been standing there looking out the peephole. Talk about desperate. “Are you ready?”

“Sure. Where are we going? Someplace special I hope?” Sara was squawking like a magpie. A noisy magpie.

“Oh I have the whole evening planned. It will be most enjoyable. Remember you said ‘anything’ I wanted.” Gil couldn’t seem to offer her his arm, as he would any normal woman he dated. Just the thought of touching her made he stomach churn. They walked to the car and Sara stood there as Gil got into the driver’s side. She realized he wasn’t going to open the door for her, she quickly got in.

Gil started driving. All he could hear was this drone of noise and it was coming out of Sara’s mouth... sounded like nails on a chalk board. Teeth grinding. Dentist drills.. Yes, that was it dentist drill....going straight for the root without any Novocain.

Pulling into the Chicago Steak House parking lot, Gil got out, looked back and said, “Are you coming or not?” Sara quickly opened the door and hurried to catch up to Grissom who was already at the door. Well, in public, at least, he would be a gentleman, since he was where people knew him. He opened the door and she just stood here. “Well are we going in or not?”

“Grissom, you know I am a vegetarian. Why did you bring me here? There’s nothing I can eat here”.

“Then get fish or salad or something. I want a steak. I need my strength for later”.

Sara was thinking ‘strength for later’? What is THAT about? Maybe he’s going to take me back to his place. Maybe mine. Oh, damn I didn’t change the sheets on my bed. DAMN. Oh, who cares? As long as I get him. All my wildest dreams will come true. Me and Grissom. Finally, I can tell everyone in the lab to kiss off. Sara was beaming as they were led to the table.

Gil made sure when he called for reservations that the waiter would put them under the brightest lit table and the nosiest one, with a lot of traffic flow.. Sara was continently getting bumped. The waiters who were quite familiar with Dr. Grissom usual requests, thought this an odd thing. They were used to him requesting a quiet, dim lit table tucked into the corner of the room. The ladies he brought were usually dressed in classic style, elegant, well groomed, their makeup impeccable. This one looked like she grabbed something from the bottom of the closet. And her makeup made her look like a cheap plastic doll. She also walked like a drill Sergeant. She certainly did not know how to walk in heels. And no feminine sway to her hips either.

Gil ordered the biggest, rarest steak the restaurant had, so Sara could see the blood as it oozed out of the steak when he cut into it, with his knife. Gil ate with relish. Enjoying each bite, while watching Sara’s stomach turn. Oh, this is better then I thought. He made sure he dipped a piece of bread in the blood drippings on the plate and offered her a piece. Heeh heeh....just wait Sara just wait, there’s more to come.

Gil also made sure Sara had a nice rich over sweet dessert. The triple chocolate mile high cake with hot fudge sauce on top. Gil picked up the lone cherry by the stem and held it up high. Sara opened her mouth, figuring Grissom was going to feed it to her. He twirled the cherry by the stem several times in his fingers. Then he popped it into his mouth. It took her a few seconds to realize her mouth was still open. He wanted her to remember this night for the rest of her life.

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Chapter Four


As they left the restaurant, Gil walked with his hands in his pockets to keep Sara from latching onto him. As he climbed into the car, Sara jumped in the other side and asked, “Where now? Back to my place, or we could go to yours.”

“No Sara, the evening’s just starting. I have plans for the entire evening. You must learn patience”. Gil smiled as he put the car in gear and took off. He drove to the Stratosphere, the tallest building in Las Vegas. When he pulled into the parking, he handed over his keys to the valet.

Sara was thinking. Umm, maybe dancing? Grissom knows I am not fond of heights. Well, HE did plan the evening and as long as I am spending it with him and I’ll do ‘anything’ he wants. Just as long as the end results are what I’ve waited for. How can I be disappointed? It’s Grissom !

Gil and Sara rode the elevator to the very top, and got off. The winds were nice and stiff that high. Sara’s hands were busy keeping the hair out of her face as well as trying to keep her dress from flying up and showing the parts she was hoping to show Grissom later.

Gil looked over to the edge, he was enjoying the feel of the wind. “Want to take in the view first? The lights look great from up here. You can see the entire Strip”.

“Grissom, you know I’m not fond of heights, and my stomach is a little queasy.... from all the chocolate”.

“Oh, Sara come on, don’t be such a baby! You’re missing a great view!” Gil was baiting her.

Sara slowly made her way over to Grissom’s side. The wind didn’t make walking on those heels any easier for her. She looked over the edge and immediately felt like she was in the Alfred Hitchcock movie, ‘Vertigo’.

Gil left Sara standing there with her eyes closed and her swaying back and forth. He brought two tickets to the roller coaster. It might not be the fastest one, but it sure was the tallest one at 900 feet in the air. For the two minute ride, you felt like you were going off the edge any second.

“Sara are you coming?” Gil was already to step into the waiting line. They would be the first in line for the next ride, if all went well.

Sara turned and took in a deep breath as she walked toward Grissom. She was trying to be as steady on her feet as she could. I should have practiced more with these things. How does Catherine walk in these things? How did she ever dance in them?

Gil made sure Sara got in the front row seat first. This allowed her to have the best view, straight over the edge down into the street below. As they were strapping themselves in, Gil thought to himself. I REALLY feel sorry for those people sitting behind us. If this works, it going to get messy back there.

The ride took off. The spinning city lights were too much for Sara. Her grip on the handle bar was like a person hanging over a cliff gripping the ledge for dear life. Her knuckles were white as if some one poured bleach on them. Everyone was squealing with delight. Gil was loving every second. He turned to look at Sara. Funny never saw THAT shade of green before. Any second now..... And just like clock work. Sara started to vomit. Gil turned her head so she was leaning out over the edge of the ride looking straight down. Which of course made it ten times as bad. Thanks, Nick I owe you one for that idea. And Warrick, steak was perfect. Greg’s with rich dessert and the cherry idea... priceless. Hell, even Al and David came up with some good ideas. If this all works, I’ll owe these guys my life. Hell, the whole station will probably be happier for it.

The ride went on for two minutes. Sara was wrenched dry by then. The ride slowed down and came to a halt. The people behind Sara were not too happy. Gil got out quickly and left Sara to deal with them on her own. He was waiting by the elevator. It was SO worth it.

“Sara, are you coming or not?” Gil impatiently asked. “Evening is not over yet. The best is yet to come”. With the most pleasant of smiles.

“Grissom, why did you leave me there alone? Those people were really nasty to me. You could have helped me. I had to pay them for dry cleaning their clothes”.

“Sara, the elevator isn’t going to wait forever. Let’s go.” He stepped on and Sara quickly followed. People stepped away from her. She still looked a little green. Not to mention her dress wasn’t too clean now.

“I need to stop in the ladies’ room”. Sara looked at Gil pleading with that puppy dog look.

“Fine, I’ll wait for you outside in the car. Don’t take too long. We have another stop”. Gil left her standing there and went out to get the car.

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Chapter Five

Sara quickly went to the ladies’ room and washed off the dress as much as she could. She also rinsed off her face. Well, so much for that. Damn I didn’t realize this eye makeup wasn’t water proof. Now I look like a raccoon. Man, this is NOT turning out the way I had hoped. But still, I’m with Grissom and that’s all that matters. I’ll do ‘anything’ he wants as long as I get him in the end. When he get back to his place, I’ll borrow one of his shirts. I just know he’s going to take me in his arms and kiss me. And things will go right from there. Even if I have to take the lead and take him upstairs to the bedroom myself. I’m not going to let this opportunity go by. No way ! I’ll show all those people back at the lab I was right. I KNEW Grissom loved me. I’ll show them.

Sara finished drying her dress as much as the hot air dryer would allow. For once, I’m glad a hotel doesn’t use paper towels. She returned to the car as quickly as she could in the heels. Gil was just closing the cell phone and was drumming his fingers on the dash, when she jumped in the front seat. She immediately fell to the floor. Gil had placed a green trash bag on the front seat.

“What the hell? What is this?” Sara’s picking herself up of the floor.

“Well I don’t want your dress to smell up the material on the seat.” Gil replied matter of factly.

“Oh well, ok. I think I got most of it off.” Sara replied.

“What happen to your face? You look like you got five o clock shadow around your eyes”.

“I rinsed my face off and forgot the eye stuff wasn’t waterproof. Funny isn’t it?”

Gil just put the car in gear and drove. He kept his eyes aimed straight ahead. Biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing at ‘Rocky the raccoon’s mate.

“So where are we going now?” Sara started opening her mouth again.

Was she ever going to run out of wind? Damn, there’s that dentist drill again. Heading right for the nerve. Gill just kept his mind on the driving.

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Chapter Six

Sara was thinking the place Grissom was taking her was a four star resort on the city’s outer limits. She was so sure that Grissom was going to make this the most romantic night of her life. She was looking around at the well manicured lawns. “Are we going someplace very special? We’re in a really nice neighborhood. The houses here are great”. Sara looks up and down both sides of the streets as they are driving. “I’ve never been in this section before. The guard at the gate, seemed to know you. He just waved you thru”.

They pull up to a well lit house with several cars parked in front. Expensive cars. Gil turned the engine off and started to get out.

“Oh Grissom, you should have said it was a party with the upper class. I didn’t..... my dress. Oh Grissom !”

“You’ll do fine. We’ll take care of that dress once we are inside”. Gil said with a sly smile. “You said you were up for ‘anything”.

Gil almost skipped his way to the front door and rang the door bell. Sara was so busy looking at the surroundings she wasn’t keeping up with Grissom. Sara was really puzzled now. What does he have planned? Well, it’s been a washout so far. But still ! I’m with Grissom! We’ll be heading home at some point. The front door opened with a lovely blond woman dressed in red leather.

“Master Grissom, we have been anxiously waiting your arrival. Please come in and follow me”. She bowed her head as Gil walked into the house. When Sara came thru the door, the young woman looked straight up.



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Chapter Seven


“Grissom, what is this place?” Sara’s eyes widen at the splendor of the house. Richly styled Queen Anne furniture, sparkling crystal pieces throughout the room set off by dozens of lit fragrance candles. The addition of classical music being played softly made the room glow with romance. Sara ran her finger over one of the chairs as she thought of the entire contents of her apartment wouldn’t even come close to the price of one chair. Gil walked upstairs with Sara following close on his heels. Turning into one of the last rooms, Gil picked up his pace and was on the other side of the room as Sara just cleared the doorway.

“Grissom, it seems like you know this place. Have you been here before? I thought you didn’t like to party with the politica...” Sara stopped in mid word.

Standing in the far side of the room was Lady Heather. Before Sara realized it the door was closed behind her. And locked. Gil was standing besides Lady Heather. He had the most wonderful smile on his face.

“What’s wrong Sara? I said we were going someplace special. And it’s our first date. I want it to be memorable. For both of us. And you said you were up for ‘anything’ I wanted”.

“Grissom, I’m not... I’m not one of this whores. They’re dressed like the freaks from the “Rocky Horror Picture Show”. I’m not staying here. I’m not doing anything with any one of those these bimbos.”

“Why Sara are you saying you want to end the date now? I can call you a cab. I made special arrangements for our first date. Please don’t disappoint me. I went thru so much trouble to make these arrangements. I wanted it perfect for you, for us”.

“Grissom, I ..I just want to be with you!” Sara pleaded with him. “You know I’ll do ‘anything’ you ask. But this, with these bitches ! I ..I...”

Lady Heather came over to Sara’s side. “Well Ms Sigdell, I think Mr Grissom would be much happier if you took a bath and got out of those smelly clothes. Come this way”. She snapped the riding crop to her leg. Sara didn’t know what to think. She looked at Gil who stood there, looking back at her going... ‘WELL????’

Sara ran off after Lady Heather. She found herself in a huge bathroom. Mirrors, pink marble floors and walls, the bath was drawn already, nice steamy. She wasn’t too sure about this but she did notice the odor coming from her dress. Maybe a quick bath would make it less noticeable. She got out of her clothes and into the tub. As she laid back thinking what does Grissom have in mind? Why here? The door opened and one of Lady Heather’s girls came in and with two fingers picked up Sara’s clothes. “HEY where you taking those?” The girl just looked at Sara and shook her head. “Bring that back!” She started to get up and realized she had nothing to put on.

The door opened again, thinking Grissom might be joining her she perked up a little. Only to be crestfallen when Lady Heather came in. “I brought you something to wear. Something that Mr Grissom pick out himself for you”.

Sara’s eyes darn near popped out of her head. He picked something for ME to wear! Wooooo, this is going be good....but why here? Maybe he got some fancy ideas, to make our first time more special. Flowers, music, no champagne. Hope he remembers’ I’m in AA now. Maybe he didn’t have a chance to do his place up right. Maybe he doesn’t have those satin sheets and things...maybe, oh rose petals all over the bed! Oh, who cares I’ll be with Grissom! I don’t care if it’s the back seat of his car! As long as I get him!

Sara dried off and picked up the tiny little bra and panties. Strange looking things. Took her a few minutes to figure out how to wear them. The bra pushed up what little tits she had. Really odd bra, the front has holes and my nipples stick out. Who in the world wears underpants with no crotch in them. You might as well not be wearing any. Well, Grissom wants me in them so...that’s what I’ll do. After all, he did pick them for ME !

One last look and she opened the door. To find Gil and Lady Heather in conversation. She walked over shyly trying to cover up with a towel. The underwear sure didn’t leave her much to work with. She wasn’t expecting anyone other then Grissom to be there when she came out.

“Ah Sara, ready for the next part of our evening?” Sara looked past Gil and Lady Heather. She spied a bedroom which was candle lit, soft music was playing, There was a silver ice bucket and a box of “Pop Tarts”setting on an end table next to the bed. What the heck? Pop Tarts? Maybe I don’t know Grissom as well as I thought I did. I wouldn’t have taken Grissom for a ‘Pop Tart’ kind of guy. Maybe he is going to feed them to me for breakfast.

“First things’ first. Mr Grissom will you retire as we ready Ms Sighdell”.

“It’s Sidle”, Sara glared at Lady Heather.. Who just raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.

Gil grinned and went into the other room. She could see him starting to undress. SLOWLY. Gil undressed where Sara could see him. She was spellbound. Grissom’s undoing his shirt. Oh this is better that what I could have imagine. He’s stripping so I can see. I’d rather do that myself...then again I might be alittle too fast. He’s doing it so slowly. Oh yes, yes. This is nice! He’s putting a show on for me. Now if these whores would just leave and let me enjoy this..

“This way, come now!” Lady Heather snapped the riding crop. “You are not ready for Mr Grissom just yet“.

“Lady Heather use the silk rather than the satin. It’s stronger!” Gil stated from the other room.

“As you wish Mr Grissom. Ladies”.

Four girls started to wrap Sara’s wrists and ankles with silk ties. She wobbled in the heels. She couldn’t balance well in this deep pile carpeting. If someone knocked into her, she’ld fall over like a lead balloon. Sara was so intently looking at Grissom stripping in the other room. She didn’t pay much attention to what the girls were doing. They were backing her up to a table, which was tilted vertically. Before she realized it, they had fastened her silk ties with leather straps. The girls worked very swiftly to pull the leather straps tight and swing the table back to a horizontal position. Whoa! I’m losing my balance here! She soon found herself laying spread eagle the table. Quite unable to move much but her head. She kept trying to look into the other room. Grissom was wrapping a heavy silk robe and tying it. Damn missed the best part.

Sara looked around the room. It was getting dimmer. Click. A spot light. I can’t see anything. What the hell is going on here? This is what Grissom wanted? Yeah, I wanted him to pin me to the wall but....he sure wouldn’t want people to watch us, would he? Why is he doing this? What is he thinking?

“Relax Ms Sizzdell, Mr Grissom wants some nice beauty treatments for you. He wants your night to be one you will never forget” Lady Heather cooed, “One that he will ever forget. He’s paid quite handsomely to make sure you are well taken care of”.

Gil came out into the main room. He pulled up a chair setting himself for a good view of what was to come. Lady Heather went over to a table and came back with a box of Cuban cigars. “Lady Heather, you do know the finer things in life”. Lady Heather lit the cigar. As Sara started coughing.

“Grissom, that thing stinks, put it out!”

“No Sara. I want to enjoy myself. And the cigar is part of it. Lady Heather, please begin”. Gil sat back in the chair and crossed his legs and smiled.

Lady Heather snapped her crop and the four girls came out of the shadows. Two went over to Gil and set up for a manicure and pedicure. Lady Heather smiled at Gil. “We all want this to be a memorable night, Mr Grissom”. She walked around the table were Sara laid. Then walked back over to Gil. She draped herself over the arm of the chair, her arm circling around Gil’s head, running a few well chosen curls thru her fingers.

The other two went over to Sara. They were wearing plastic gloves and carrying cloth and bowls of water.

“What the hell are they doing with plastic gloves on and TWEEZERS? What the hell are they OUCH ! Hey what the hell do you OUCH! Stop that! OUCH ! GRISSOM make them stop! They’re plucking my hair from under my arms. OUCH !”

“Really Sara, do you think I would find all that hair attractive? Catherine mention you could use a good shave or wax job. And I thought this would be so much more pleasant, for me. Ladies, continue. Besides Sara I think no hair is perfect for you, it suits your personality”.

Gil sat and enjoyed his manicure and pedicure. Sara was fighting not to let out a cry with each pluck.. Lady Heather brought two crystal goblets of sherry. One for Gil and one for herself. One of the girls had quietly gotten a table and ashtray for Gil to use.

One of the girls working on Sara looked up. ”We’re gonna be here all night, she’s a fucking grizzly bear”. Lady Heather snapped her crop and the girl returned to her work.

“Really Mr Grissom, at this rate...maybe the wax might be some higher form of pleasure. And surely would speed things considerably”.

“Ummmm, hot wax. I don’t want to be in here all night. After all the best is yet to come. Yes, that’s fine”.

The girls returned with the steaming pot of hot wax. Sara was dumbfounded. “What are you planning to do with THAT? “

One of the girls quickly put a line of hot wax over Sara’s upper lip. Sara was surprised when the girl put the cloth over it. Another put some on her legs. Feels kind of nice and relaxing. The wax quickly followed the cloth. The girls looked to Lady Heather, who in turned looked to Gil. He nodded. The girls ripped off the cloth. Sara let out a blood curding yell. Gil smiled as he thought. That’s nothing compared to the last few years. The pain and agony you caused me. And the headaches.

“Grissom, do something.!” Sara cried out. “They’re hurting me”.

“Oh Sara stop whining. Besides they are trying to make you more...more ....”

“Beautiful?” Sara said.

“No that’s not possible Sara:” Gil reply. “Not enough time in the world for that. You’ve been acting like a spoiled child these past few years. You should look like one”.

Sara was slowing beginning to piece things together. He knows I don’t eat meat. He takes me to a steak house. He knows I hate heights and he takes me to the Strat. I hate the overly rich desserts and he insisted I eat the whole thing. I was sick and he didn’t do anything to help. Not even with those people behind us. He didn’t offer to help pay for the dry cleaning. He left me there alone. He sure knows how much I hate Lady Heather and here we are. And this, painful plucking and waxing crap. Cath knows I think it’s a stupid waste of time. Why would she tell Grissom I needed or wanted this?

One and one were starting to come together ..Wait a second the whole damn lab must have been in on this. They were all acting funny when I came in. All but Eckie and Hodges...they were trying to warn me. “Jesus!” Another hot wax and rip job.

“Lady Heather, how are we to do the back of the legs if she’s tied down?”

“Ummmm, she can take care of that later...move on” Gil answered and Lady Heather nodded.

The girls then started to apply makeup to Sara’s face. Within a few minutes she looked like she had been working the Strip for years.

“Oh thank heavens that’s over. Untie me now. Come on Grissom, I should be ready for you. I know I’m ready for YOU. I wouldn’t be doing this for any man but you. You’re all that I’ve ever wanted”.

Lady Heather loosen Gil’s robe tie and pulled it down passed his shoulders. She went behind the chair and leaned over and started to rub his temples and the back of his neck. Lady Heather, ah my love, you know exactly how her voice sounds like a dental drill, and you know how to fix it. Gil moaned deeply with appreciation and pleasure.

“One more thing Sara dear. A gift suggestion from Albert and David”.

“What? Did everyone in the lab get in on this? Including....”

“Everyone, Sara from the Commissioner to David. Everyone had some idea for a perfect evening. I just selected the best ideas and brought them here. Lady Heather brought them to full bloom. And did a beautiful job. Along with the other ladies there. Ladies, from the bottom of my heart, thank you”.

Before Sara could say another word, she felt a hot stinging pain going thru the nipples on both breasts. It was a piercing needle. That quick they put in posts with balls at both ends. Sort of little dumbbells and chains. Tears started streaming down Sara’s face. She would do ‘anything’ to make Grissom want her. He’s making a fool out of me. And the entire lab knows about all of this. I bet they are laughing their asses off. I bet they even have a pool going. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. “Grissom, please!”

“Please what Sara? You are acting like a child having a temper tantrum. I’m having a wonderful time. Aren’t you? Nice dinner, roller coaster, room full of lovely treasures” Gil walked over to the table and ran his hand over each of the girls’ faces and under their chins. He reviewed their work.. “Ladies you forgot the special gift. I paid for the full treatment”.

A crack of the rider’s crop made the girls snap to it. To get it done as quickly as they could and leave is all the girls wanted to do. Sara legs were already spread eagle from the restraints.
The girls had to maneuver thru a mound of curly hair. They were trying their damnest. Sara was protested loudly.

“I’m sorry Mr Grissom, I can’t see anything. There just too much pussy hair in the way. I’ld need a fucking miner’s hat to find anything in there”.

“Well then remove it. NOW”.

The girls got out a straight edged razor. Nice quick dry pass and took off enough that the hot wax could finish the job. After they placed the hot wax and cloth down, Gill saw the tears streaming down Sara’s face. “Grissom”. Sara was pleading with him softly.

“Stop! Wait!” Gil quickly said. He went over to her side. He has rubbing her stomach with his hand. He could see Sara’s nipples starting to harden and stand straight out. She’s starting to get excited about this. Oh ho, this will be fun!

Sara was thinking FINALLY Grissom was doing something about this. He was going to help her. He was going to get her out of here . Gil walked around Sara ending near her shoulder. He patted her shoulder.

“I’m sorry Sara. I just wanted to let you know what the last few years have been like for me. No harm done. We’re even now. Right? We’re friends right? After tonight, we will be on equal footing again. I don’t owe you, you don’t owe me. All debits are paid. You can move on. I can move on”.

Having said that, Sara could feel Gil’s hand tickling her stomach again. His hand was moving slowly towards her private area. Funny, it feels like he has a glove on. She looked down just as Gil ripped off the cloth.

Several mirrors in the room broke with the ear splitting scream. Lady Heather had to leave the room. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She walked as slowly as she could muster to the bedroom. Behind the door came muffled screams of laughter. She got her control back quickly and returned to the other side of the door. Just as Gil reached it.

“Finish up ladies. The crotch piercing should be easier now. David paid for the lovely gold chain Sara, that was his fantasy. Lady Heather and I will be in here watching. When you finish ladies, just leave her tied up and close the door. And thank you ever so much. It was worth every penny”. Gil looked at Lady Heather and stroked her face lovingly. “Now that the entertainment is over, shall we? Let’s leave the door open. I want her to see everything”.


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Chapter Eight



At dawn, Lady Heather’s driver took Sara home. He couldn’t figure how why she was walking so funny. She was walking like a toddler with a diaper full of shit. Kind of waddling. And she yipped when she sat in the back seat. Didn’t anyone tell her to shave the BACK of her legs too? I can see Lady Heather will not be hiring this one. He dropped her off at her apartment, and returned to the dominion . Informing Lady Heather that the woman had arrived safe and sound, to her apartment. And a little worst for wear.

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Chapter Nine


Gil’s normal two hours ahead of shift arrival was not in play tonight. Tonight he wanted to make them all wait. He was turning the prior evening’s events over in his mind slowly. Enjoying every moment of it again and again. The evening was even more enjoyable, since he got to spend time with Lady Heather. When he finally returned to his townhouse, he found Sara called and left a message on his answering machine. She wasn’t coming in. At least he wouldn’t have to see her tonight. He didn’t think she would be too civil at work, after last night. She couldn’t complain to anyone. She figured out the entire lab was in on it.

Gil was all smiles. He walked thru the halls. Like the Pied Piper, he gathered a crowd of people walking behind him. Catherine saw him walking past the break room and cried out.

“Gil, don’t you even think of NOT telling us EVERY detail”.

“Cath, can I go to my desk first? Then I’ll join all of you in the break room”.

Gil stepped into the office and set his brief case down. He saw the large ‘FEDEX’ envelope. He ripped it open to find the smaller one marked “PERSONAL”. He opened the envelope and began to read:

Dear Dr Grissom,

Effective with today’s date, I have decided that I wish to leave the Las Vegas CSI Lab and pursue my career with the FBI. I am sorry for leaving you short handed,. I’m sure you understand the reasons for my resignation.

/s/
Sara Sidle



Gil almost hugged the letter. He brought it along as he went to the break room. The entire lab was in there waiting. Even the police officers and the lab techs were crowded in the room.

The jar of money was in the center of the table. It was overflowing with bills of every denominations. Mostly hundreds.

“May I see the list of bets please”. Gil looked over the listing of when Sara would break, when she would finally say “Grissom PLEASE stop. I want to end this”.

“Ah, we have a winner!” Gil looked up and smiled. “The entire Lab! “ He held up the resignation letter. “Party starts after the shift, and the money in the kitty pays! WE ALL
WON!”

The entire room was cheering, laughing, smiling, and patting each other’s back. Soon the volume of ‘Ding dong the witch’s is dead’ was reaching it’s peak.

Hodges slowly walked back to his lab. He made one phone call. To a flower shop. He ordered a plant.