Title: White Roses

Summary: Sara goes undercover to convict a felon. She ends up in a relationship with this felon. What will happen? How will it affect the investigation?

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am but a lowly viewer of the show. I only write fanfics and dream...sniff

"Sara?"

She looked up from the sandwich in front of her and swallowed the small amount that was in her mouth. "Yes?"

"Sheriff Mobley wants to speak with you," Grissom said.

"Right now?" she asked.

"Yes."

She sat up and raised a brow. "Why me?"

"I don't know."

She shrugged and walked down the hallway until she reached the layout room. Sheriff Mobley was inside pacing the room frantically. He spotted Sara and his face lit up.

"Sidle, there you are! Sit down!" he said kindly.

Sara was a bit confused but she sat down as he requested. He sat down across from her.

"Sidle, as you know, a man has been stealing thousands of dollars from Vegas casinos and banks," he started. Sara nodded. "We have reason to believe that this man is the african-american male who performs every Tuesday night at the Lucky Seven."

Sara nodded. "Why are you talking about this with me?"

"We need you to go undercover; try and get whatever information out of him you can."

"Wait...why are you asking a CSI to do this anyway? And why can't Catherine do it?" she asked in protest.

"All of the agents the FBI have are currently busy. And Willows is working a case right now."

The FBI was involved?

"Why's the FBI involved anyways?"

"This man has stolen thousands from other states as well. He needs to be stopped."

"Okay, so why me?" she asked. She wasn't going down without a fight.

"I told you- Willows is working a case. You're on this case right now. We need you to do this so we can nail him."

Sara sighed. "...Fine, what do I have to do?"

"We need you to go to the performance tomorrow night and make contact with him. Talk with him a bit until he trusts you and then ask more detailed questions."

She nodded. "Does Grissom know about this?"

He shook his head. "Our little secret."

Sara considered this- the Strip Strangler case was similar to this, she was asked to be a decoy. Grissom was apalled at the plan but she confided. If it would put this man behind bars, Sara was willing to do it.

"Okay."

Sheriff Mobley smiled as he stood up and shook her hand.

"Good luck tomorrow night."

"You guys are going to be there, right?"

He shook his head. "No...he'll be suspiscious if we're parked outside. This man is not stupid."

Sara was about to argue when he butted in.

"Oh, and wear something nice."

And with that Sheriff Mobley walked off. Nice? Wear something nice? She was about to go flirt with some felon with no police around and he was worried about her appearance? She scoffed as she stormed out of the layout room bumping into Greg on her way out.

"Woah! Hey Sara- what's got you all steamy?"

She turned around and flashed him a small smile. "I'm sorry Greg, I've got a lot on my mind."

He smiled. "Something we could discuss over dinner?"

She gave him a look and then smiled. "Thanks Greggo, but I'm just going to head home. If Grissom comes looking for me tell him I clocked out."

Greg nodded and watched as she made her way down the hall.

Sara drove to a nearby diner. She was flattered at Greg's offer, but she wanted to be alone to think and she didn't feel like warming up another frozen dinner at her apartment. She parked and stepped out of her car. She walked into the diner and took a seat.

She looked around- she had been to the diner before. The food was good and the place was kept clean. She looked around to see pictures of Marilyn Monroe and old movie posters plastered over the walls.

"What could I get for you, hon?" asked a big-breasted red-haired woman standing next to Sara.

"Um...a cup of coffee, please...and...a large salad," Sara said, not thinking about the food so much at the moment but the undercover job she had to do. She looked at her watch- it was 6:45. She sighed as she rubbed her right temple, feeling a baby migraine coming on. She lowered her head as the woman brought her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you," Sara said taking the coffee and pouring some sugar into it before taking a long sip. She sighed as she stared into the cup looking at the little ripples made by the air conditioner blowing and her bumping the table. The woman soon brought her salad and she took small bites of it, suddenly not very hungry.

What would Grissom do when he found out about this? Maybe he wouldn't find out...yeah, he couldn't, Sara couldn't risk what he'd do. She'd probably get one of his 'The best thing to do is do nothing' speeches before having Nick tell her he heard she was indestructable. She sighed as she heard Catherine's voice, telling her how she only had one life and not to throw it away doing something so reckless. Catherine sounded so much like a mother to her.

Her head pounded as she rubbed her head after letting out a painful moan. The red-headed woman was watching her and came over refilling her coffee cup.

"You okay, hon?"

Sara looked up at the woman. "Oh, yeah...I...I've got a headache."

The woman's face was worried- she looked like a mother and she could tell by really getting a look at Sara she needed more meat on her bones. "Tough day?"

Sara shrugged. "Comes with the job."

The woman was about to ask her what she did for a living when a couple walked through the doors and she apologized before running off to get them a table. Sara sighed in relief at the distraction. The woman seemed nice, she just wasn't in the mood to talk.

Sara headed out of the diner. She had been there longer than expected and she walked out holding her head gingerly in her hands. She fumbled with her keys trying to find the one to her SUV. She only had so many keys on her keyring, it shouldn't have been hard to find one, but she had trouble nontheless. She sighed when she finally found it and stuck the key through the keyhole.

She heard a man clear his voice behind her and she turned to see who was there. It was a tall man with a relatively strong build. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He smiled as he looked at Sara.

"Can I help you?"

The man looked at her and smiled again. "You're a pretty lady."

She was taken aback. "Uh...thanks?"

The man moved closer to her. She moved instinctively for her gun. Shit, she remembered she had left it in her car. Come on, Sidle! You're trained in weaponless defense, now fight, dammit!

The man put a hand on her shoulder and she brought her arm up to swing at him. He grabbed her other arm. She was now up against her car, and she almost gagged as she felt his lips press against hers. Whiskey- that was all she smelled and ew...tasted.

He wrapped a hand around her waist before deepening the kiss. The man's grip loosened and he fell to the ground. Sara backed away gasping for breath.

All she saw was a blur moving around the dark corner of the diner. She saw the drunk guy getting up and making a move back toward her. Out of nowhere she saw a man jump on the drunk guy. The drunk guy, in his drunken fury swung his arms around trying to get the man off of him. He threw the man off of him before he tackled Sara to the ground. She hit her head hard against the pavement and her mind was fuzzy. She saw the man who had attacked the drunken man before kick the drunk guy in the stomach, making him crawl off of Sara clumsily. They fought for several minutes and she heard a thud and then she felt arms wrap around her and lift her from the ground. Then her mind went blank.

Sara woke up in her apartment laying on her couch. She woke up with a pain in her head but it soon disappeared when she remembered what happened. She sat up before falling back down onto the couch clutching her head. She heard footsteps moving closer to her. God, if it was that drunk guy...

"Hey."

It wasn't, thank God. This man who sat next to her was an african-american male with soft brown eyes and clean-cut hair.

"I'm sorry I intruded into your home, I...I wanted to get you to your house."

She sat up ignoring the pain in her head. "You're the guy who saved me?"

He nodded. "I found your driver's license in your pocket. I drove you to your address in my car. You've got a nasty bump on your head, miss."

This guy seemed so nice. He didn't seem like a threat at all.

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, my name is Peter Jones," he said holding his hand out. Sara took it and shook it.

"I'm-" Sara couldn't finish.

"Sara Sidle. I saw it on your driver's license."

She nodded. "Thank you, for...uh, you know..."

He nodded. "I wasn't going to let that drunk white guy lay a finger on an innocent woman."

She smiled. "Thank you again."

He smiled and bowed his head. "My pleasure, miss."

"Please, call me Sara." Crap, did I just say that?

"Okay, Sara," he said with a smile. His teeth were pearly white and his voice was cool and calm.

"Are you alright? Did that man hurt you?" she asked, checking him over for injuries. He shook his head.

"Couple of scratches, nothing much."

I nodded. "I'm glad."

He smiled again. "You need some pain medication?"

I nodded. "But I can get it."

"I don't mind," he said getting up and walking to the kitchen. He walked in looking for the aspirin.

"Top shelf," she said. He nodded and grabbed it coming back in with a glass of water.

"Thank you," she said taking two Tylenol and and gulping down the water.

The man smiled. "No problem. So, tell me about yourself."

She raised a brow. "I'm sorry...my bad...I shouldn't of asked..."

She smiled- he had the same nervousness as Nicky. "No, it's okay. I'd be flattered to talk with you sometime."

He smiled. "I'll call you sometime."

She grinned. "Sure. I'll give you my number."

They exchanged numbers and she walked him to the door. She smiled as she followed him to the door. She tripped and fell, grabbing onto the only thing she could- his sleeve. She pulled him down with her and she landed on top of him. She stared at his calm brown eyes and he smiled, knocking her out of her daydream.

"Um..."

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed quickly getting off of him. She helped him up and he smiled.

"It's okay, Sara. Really, it's fine."

She smiled, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Sara."

He let himself out and Sara put a hand on her forehead, remembering the warmth of his lips against her skin. She closed her eyes and felt a smile creaking around the corners of her mouth. Her legs gave way and she gently slid to the floor leaning against the closed door. She almost giggled like a giddy schoolgirl who had just been invited to the prom.

She got up, her legs still wobbily and she took a shower. She washed the small cut on her head and sighed at the bruise forming. She brushed her teeth, trying desperately to get the fowl taste of the cheap whiskey the drunk guy had on his breath. She changed into her pajamas before crawling into bed with the image of Peter still in her mind. He had been so nice and he didn't seem like a workaholic or a perverted freak. She smiled- she had never felt this way before.

She had completely forgotten about the undercover job.

She tossed and turned all night long. She was dreaming that the drunk guy had her cornered, and then out of nowhere, a man jumped on top of him and subdued him. He walked closer to her and held her in a tight but gentle embrace as she sobbed into his chest. This man was not Grissom.

It was Peter.

She woke up in a cold sweat, beads dripping down her face from her hairline. She got up and walked into the bathroom and washed her face with cool water. She looked into the mirror- her every thought, her every movement made her think of him. She had just met this man and she knew nothing about him but his name. But she knew she needed him.

She walked into the kitchen. She reached for a glass before she saw something on her table that made her gasp. She put the glass down and walked over to the kitchen table. She saw before her a white rose- it was beautiful. She picked it up and stared at it in awe. White roses simbalized innocence and purity. She smiled as she took it back to her bedroom and climbed back into bed with the rose on her nightstand.

She had to see Peter soon. She had to.

TBC

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think! The second chapter will be up soon, but I love reviews, for they encourage me and let me know someone is reading my story! Thank you:)