Author's Note: I wasn't really planning on writing another fanfiction but then I heard the song "Rockabye babe" and my imagination started to go wild.
This chapter is mostly a little start just to see if people would be interested in reading it or not. I'm the worst with titles so I just grabbed a random lyric from a song.
English is not my first language and I don't have a beta or something; so all mistakes are mine.

CHAPTER 1

Peter felt frustrated, to say the least. The guy had managed to yet again perform a perfect robbery, and slipped between their fingers without a single trace.
The guy was nicknamed Scarface, since the only thing they actually knew about him was that he had a noticeable scar on his face.
Other than that, the White Collar department was lost, despite spending over a year on the case and having dozens of robberies taking place all over New York.
The only thing Scarface left behind was a spray painted blue smiley on the crime scene and a handful of people claiming they had seen a man with a scar on his face.
No one had been able to provide more info on the guy, everyone always said the same thing, that he looked average.
This robbery had taken place at a museum and the painting was worth billions of dollars, and Peter could already feel the superiors breathing down his neck. His entire career could be on the line if this case went unsolved just like all the others.

The agent walked into the room that had become a crime scene in the matter of minutes.
Jones and Diana were talking to the lab techs, Peter overheard the conversation and he wasn't surprised to hear that they had found nothing. Frustrated yes, but not surprised.
Peter looked around and spotted two people dressed in the museum staff uniforms, an older man and a woman with her back turned towards Peter.
He headed over to them, hoping that for once someone had actually seen something.
"Excuse me?"
He said and the brown haired woman turned around and Peter swore the whole world stopped.
It was like a movie, where two characters meet and the world around them disappears, and you know it's love at first sight.
Peter always thought those moments was unrealistic and cheesy, he didn't believe in love at first sight, well until now.
"Yes?"
The woman said and Peter realized that he had been staring at her like a fool and felt incredibly embarrassed.
He cleared his throat and asked the two staff members if they had seen anything, and while the man shook his head, the woman nodded.
"Scarface"
She said, apparently having heard of the culprit.
The man said something about catching up to her later before leaving her alone with Peter so that they could talk undisturbed.
"So…Elizabeth"
He said, reading her nametag.
"You saw him?"
"I noticed him right away, he looked like he was stressed about something and he was constantly looking at his phone as if expecting a call or a message or something. He felt out of place and it was simply something about him that didn't feel right. Then I noticed the scar and I remembered hearing about the infamous Scarface"
Peter smiled at her, it sounded like she had a gut feeling just like he used to have when things wasn't right.
"Good job noticing him, have you ever considered working for the FBI?"
He asked jokingly and Elizabeth laughed and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
"Did you alert anyone about his presence?"
"I was going to but then a man collapsed and my focus was drawn to helping him"
Peter nodded, it wasn't unusual for criminals to use distractions while they got the job done.
"Do you remember anything about how he looked, except for the scar?"
"He looked to be around 30, had dark hair and dark eyes. He was about this tall"
She held up her hand next to him, showing that the culprit was slightly shorter than the agent himself.
"That's good. Do you think you remember enough for a police sketch?"
"I could try"
It looked like this woman was a blessing, not only was she a walking goddess but she could also help him solve this case and possibly save his career.

Peter stood outside of the interrogation room, looking at Elizabeth as she described what she remembered to the sketch artist.
"Jones, I think someone is in love"
Peter flinched as he heard Diana sing song her statement to Jones who laughed and Peter could feel his cheeks heating up.
"I am not"
He denied but the pair just laughed and Jones threw his arm around his shoulders.
"You look like a lovesick puppy"
"Don't you two have work to do?"
Peter grumbled and gently pushed Jones arm off him. The two laughed while they left to get back to their desks, and their work.
Peter shook his head and as he looked back into the room he saw that they were done and seconds later the sketch artist walked out, showing him a picture of a man.
"Show it to agent Jones and agent Berrigan"
He ordered and the sketch artist responded with a 'yes sir' before he walked away to find his colleagues.

Peter went into the room where Elizabeth was waiting, not sure if she could leave or not.
"We appreciate your help Elizabeth, it will really aid the investigation"
"I'm happy to help"
She smiled at him and Peter couldn't understand how a smile could be so lovely.
It was hard for Peter to not get lost in her heavenly blue eyes as they looked at each other and Peter knew he couldn't let her walk out of the room without at least asking her.
"I just have one more question for you, Elizabeth."
"Go ahead, agent Burke"
"You can call me Peter."
He said before taking a deep breath, he had never been that good at asking girls out and this woman was way out of his league.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to-"
He interrupted himself, clearing his throat while rubbing a hand on his neck. Damn, why was this so difficult?
"I know it might be unprofessional but-"
Peter interrupted himself again, struggling to get the question out.
"You want to know if I'll go out with you?"
Elizabeth asked with a smile, she was really good and Peter felt himself blushing.
"Yes. We could get some dinner, maybe Italian?"
Elizabeth didn't answer him, instead she just got up and walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
He should have known he was going to get rejected, she could do so much better than him and he had been foolish for even thinking that he had a shot with her.
"Peter, I would love to"
"But?"
He asked, sensing the word coming.
"There's more to me than meets the eye"
"You're married?"
Elizabeth shook her head.
"I'm single but-"
Now it was Elizabeth who was struggling to find the right words. It seemed like whatever she was about to say used to be a deal breaker for men asking her out.
Maybe she was not even attracted to men? Or she was a secret spy? Or maybe she was a criminal?
All kinds of things popped up in Peter's head and just as he wondered if she was an alien sent to earth to destroy humankind, Elizabeth finally found her courage.
"I have a child"
Well it was definitely a more realistic and normal deal breaker than her being an alien, but it was as scary, if not scarier.
"Oh"
Was all he could say and Elizabeth nodded, she seemed used to men being taken aback by this fact.
"I would love to go out with you, Peter but then you have to be okay with it"
She said before grabbing a notepad and a pencil out of her purse. She scribbled down a number and gave Peter the paper.
"If you want to give it a shot, call me"
With those words Elizabeth walked out of the room, leaving Peter alone with the paper clutched in his hand.