"God, Gil..." Catherine said rubbing her head. "What are you going to do?"

Grissom sighed. "I don't know, Catherine...I just don't know anymore."

Catherine took a seat next to him and laughed when she saw that the handmark was just starting to go away. "She got you good."

Grissom smiled a little before frowning. "What if she's in danger?"

Catherine's expression changed.

"Then we'll make that lying son of a bitch pay."

Sara ran into the Lucky Seven, trying to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes. She ran to the back and threw the door open to Peter's room before sliding to the floor against the door sobbing.


Peter's voice came from around the corner and she looked up to see him walking over to her.

"Sara, what's wrong?"

Sara buried herself in his arms and he carried her over to the couch.

"Hey...shh...it's okay. What happened?" he asked wiping a tear away from her face.

She regained her composure and swallowed. "...You met Grissom?"

He nodded.

"He told me you knew who I was."

He smiled a little. "I saw you on the news."

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

He sighed. "It's a long story, Sara...I...I was shy."


He nodded. "I mean, you were with the LVPD, who was I?"

She continued on with the questions. "You knew you were a suspect before I told you about the undercover job?"

He stood up and turned away from her. "Sara, you should get some sleep."

"No, Pete," she said standing up. "Tell me."

His back was still turned on her. "I think it would be best if you just went to bed."

She was insistent. "No, Peter! Tell me!"

He turned to face her. "Yes...I knew."

"Why did you lie to me? Why did you act like you didn't know?" she asked walking over to him.

He sighed. "...Because I love you."

He moved closer to her and pulled her into a gentle embrace.

"Peter...this won't work...you're a felon."

He stroked her back. "I know."

"I...I have to turn you in."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, Peter," she said looking in his eyes.

"No you don't," he replied again, his voice completely calm.

"Brass! I want you and all the available squad cars at the Lucky Seven, now!" Grissom yelled into his phone.

"Why?" Brass asked.

"It's Sara! She's in danger!"

"What? How?"

"Just come, Brass!" he yelled hanging up his phone. "I swear, if that bastard does anything, I-"

Catherine put a hand on his shoulder making him stop before he could throw out any more obscenities.


"I'm sorry, Catherine," he sighed. "Alright, let's go."

"Peter, I can't let you go," Sara said.

"Yes you can."

"No, I can't."

His embrace grew tighter. "Quit telling me you can't. I know you can."

"Peter..." she sighed. "You're going to be arrested."

He stared at her. "No I'm not."

"Peter, there's evidence against you. You're going to jail."

He pulled her into another embrace, but tighter than any others. "No I'm not."

"Peter..." she gasped for breath. "Stop, you're hurting me."

"I'm not going to jail."

"Peter, I can't breathe."

He squeezed tighter. "I'm not going to jail."

Sara finally headbutted him and he fell back a few steps. She just stared at him, registering what had happened. Now she had a bad headache.

"Sara, you know what I thought of you the first time I saw you?"

He took a step toward her and she backed up.

"I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen."

He got closer and she swung at him. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back bringing her to her knees.

"And I thought I wouldn't be able to go through with it."

Between her cries of pain, she managed to speak. "With what?"

He twisted her arm some more, just centimeters away from breaking it. "My little plan."

She winced as he held her arm tightly. "Plan?"

He nodded as he let go of her arm. "You see..."

He turned around and paced back and forth. "I hired that guy at the diner."

She held her arm gently with her other arm. "You..."

"Yes, I did it."

"I thought-"

"You thought wrong, Sara," he said advancing on her. "I thought we did have a thing at first..." he said. "But after today...after the run-in with your boss...I knew you were on their side."

"He didn't know about us," she said backing up.

"Sure he didn't," he said with a smile.

"LVPD! Everyone out!" Brass yelled to everyone in the Lucky Seven. They laughed in their drunken glee. "I MEAN IT! OUT!"

No one was moving and Brass rolled his eyes as he pulled out his gun and fired a round. "EVERYONE OUT!"

This got people's attention. They ran out, people falling over one another on their way out. The police ran in and they looked around.

"Where the hell's that room?" Brass said.

"In the back!" Grissom yelled.

"Alright, come on!" Brass told the officers and they ran behind him. He ran to the back looking for the room and when he finally saw it, he put his back against the wall.

"Peter Jones- Las Vegas Police Department! Open up!"

No answer.

"We're armed! Don't make us come in there!"

No answer.

Smoke erupted from under the door.

"DAMN!" Brass yelled and got out his phone. "This is Captain Jim Brass. I'm at the Lucky Seven hotel and casino requesting immediate back-up, fire trucks and ambulances!"

"10-4, back-up is on the way and help is coming."

Brass backed up. Grissom was furious.

"Open the door!"

Brass looked at him. "I can't! There's a fire- we have to wait for the fire department!"

Grissom shook his head as he kicked down the door and smoke poured out. He pulled his shirt up over his nose and mouth and ran inside.

"GRISSOM!" Brass yelled after him, but Grissom was no longer in sight.

"Sara!" he yelled from under his shirt. The room was a mess- there were flames everywhere and the room was falling apart.

"Sara!" he said again looking around for her. He saw a limp figure ahead of him.

"Oh god!" There lay a motionless Sara, eyes closed, not breathing.

"God! Sara, please, wake up!" he shook her, but it was to no avail. He picked her up and began to run out of the room when the ceiling fell in. "DAMN!"

"GRISSOM!" Brass yelled from outside the room.

They were trapped. "Oh god..." Grissom backed up, trying to find some way out.

Fire fighters ran into the building with their hoses and attacked the fire immediately. They ran inside and took Sara from Grissom's arms, carrying her over to the ambulance. Grissom walked out of the room panting.

"You were an idiot," Brass said.

"I wasn't going to let her die," Grissom said and walked over to the ambulance she was at.

"Alright, oxygen..." A clear oxygen mask was placed over Sara's face and her chest began to move up and down again.

"Vitals are stable," an EMT said.

Grissom rubbed her forehead- there was a cut on her forehead and a nice bruise forming around it. They soon arrived to the hospital and the EMTs wheeled Sara out of the ambulance.

Brass ran over to Grissom from his squad car. "You okay?"

Grissom nodded. "Where is that bastard?"

Brass shook his head. "He got away."

"DAMN IT!" Grissom yelled holding back tears. "THAT SON OF A BITCH GOT AWAY!"

Brass's phone rang and he answered it. "Brass...right. Okay."

He turned to Grissom.

"They found him."

Grissom stayed at the hospital while they questioned and booked Jones since he would have beat the crap out of him. He sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to Sara's side. The oxyen mask was now gone, and she was breathing steadily and her heart rate was fine. Her arm had been sprained and she had a slight concussion.

Her eyes fluttered open and she turned to look at Grisssom. She squeezed his hand and smiled a little.



"Don't ever scare me like that again."

She frowned. "You could stop being such a jerk."

He lowered his head. She giggled as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm kidding. I'm sorry...I should've listened to you."

He shook his head, the tears forming in his eyes. "It's okay. I'm just happy you're okay."

She smiled as she pulled away from the embrace. "So...what happened to that bastard?"

He smiled- the old Sara was back. "He's in booking. He's going to jail tomorrow."

"I want to see him."


"Please, Grissom."

He sighed. "Alright...but I'm coming with you."

She smiled. "Thank you."

Sara walked through the police department after being released just minutes before, and stopped at Peter's cell. He perked up when he saw her.

"Hello, Sara."

"Shut it."

He stood up and walked over to her, inches away from her, but seperated by the metal bars. "How are you?"

"I think you know."

"Come to see me?"

"No, actually..."

The police officer opened the cell and handcuffed him. "Hurry, I'm about to leave," he said with a smile.

She rose her arm up and slugged him across the face. "That's what you get for using me, you son of a bitch!"

Grissom held her back from causing any more damage, even if the guy was a bastard. The man was now bleeding and shouting obscenities over his shoulder.


"That felt great."

He smiled before laughing a little. "You're going to have to testify to punching him."

"I don't think that will hold a lot of weight against me."

He smiled as he pulled her into another hug. "How about dinner?"

She raised a brow. "Are you serious?"


She smiled. "Alright, but if you do anything to piss me off, I'm warning you, I might rip your head off."

He laughed as did she as they made their way down the hall to Grissom's SUV.