Thanks for the reviews, everyone! Here's some more GS angst!
Sara yawned as she heard the ringing of her cell phone. Peter sat up.
"Damn," she muttered as she looked around for the phone clumsily.
Peter handed it to her and she thanked him before answering the phone. "Sidle..."
"Sara, it's Grissom. We need you at the lab now."
"What? Why?"
"The case is busting out."
"Uh...okay...just let me grab a shower and-"
"No shower. Get here. Now."
She sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in a minute."
She hung up the phone and Peter raised a brow.
"I have to go," she sighed getting out of the bed and looking for some clothes.
"Already? It's 2:30, you only got an hour of sleep."
She yawned as she slipped on a pair of jeans. "Crime doesn't wait for you get some sleep."
He smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. "I wish you didn't have to go."
She pulled a shirt over her head and smiled as she walked over to him. "I know."
He pulled her into a tight embrace. "Let me drop you off."
She shook her head. "I don't think that'd be a good idea."
"Why?" he asked stroking her back. "Just let me drop you off. I won't go in."
She looked up at him.
"Promise."
She smiled and gave up. "Alright."
He grabbed his keys and slipped on his shoes. "Let's go."
Sara kissed Peter before running out of the car, pulling her jacket over her head to shield herself from the rain. She walked through the doors.
"There you are- okay, come here," Catherine said grabbing her arm and pulling her into the layout room.
"What is it?" she asked.
"We went over the evidence of the last robbery," Grissom said.
She nodded. "Okay..."
"And..." Catherine said flipping through some papers. "We found a fingerprint at the scene when I went back," Catherine said holding up the tape-lift. "We're running it through AFIS right now."
Sara nodded. "Alright...you guys seem to have everything under control, why am I here?"
"Sheriff Mobley wants to talk to you," Grissom said.
"Why couldn't you tell me over the phone?" she asked.
"Because you wouldn't have come. You hate the sheriff."
She sighed. "Alright, where is he?"
Grissom pointed her down the hall and she went around the corner to find the sheriff pacing back and forth.
"Sidle!"
She jumped at the tone of his voice.
He walked up to her quickly. "How'd it go?"
She was about to speak when he pulled her into another room. "Alright, now, how'd it go?"
She shrugged. "Fine...I...uh...I asked him some questions."
He nodded. "And?"
"He didn't say much."
"What did he say?"
"He just told me about himself."
He nodded, rubbing his head. "Did you gain his trust?"
Sara knew the answer, but she didn't want to tell the truth. "I don't know."
He nodded. "Alright, I'll talk to the FBI and we'll form another plan. Be prepared for another undercover operation. We need to nail this guy."
He walked out and Sara walked back to the layout room.
"Alright, Sara- you haven't got anything to do...we've got this case under control for now..." Grissom said flipping through some papers. "Aha!" he handed her a bindle in an evidence bag he noticed. "Fiber found at the scene. There's an unknown substance on it- go give it to trace."
She took it and walked over to the trace lab. To her luck, Hodges was working the trace lab that morning and she sighed as she walked inside handing him the bindle. "Run the unknown substance, please."
He took it and stared at her. "Okay, but...you know, I'm not supposed to be at the lab tonight."
She raised a brow. "What?"
"Who's supervising my overtime?"
She rolled her eyes as she walked out, but stopped as she turned around. "Just run it."
He nodded as he watched her walk off to the break room.
"Hey Sar," Nick said as she entered the break room.
"Hey Nicky..." she sighed grabbing a cold cup of coffee.
He sat down by her. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing...I'm tired."
He nodded and ruffled her hair. "Did Gris take you away from lover boy?"
She shot him a look and he backed off. She grimaced as the cold coffee touched her lips and slid down her throat.
"Nick, come here!" came Warrick's voice. Nick gave Sara an apologetic look as he walked off.
Sara sighed as she laid her head back on the couch and closed her eyes.
"Ms. Sidle?"
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Ms. Sidle, there's a visitor for you at the front desk."
She blinked. "Uh...thanks."
She shook her head as the secretary walked off and she headed to the front desk.
"Pete, what are you doing here?" she asked with a smile.
He was standing at the front desk with his arms folded over each other and a grin on his face. "Hey sleeping beauty."
She blushed as she fumbled with her hair quickly. He laughed as he hugged her.
"You look fine," he told her.
She rested her head against his chest. "Thanks."
"Want to go to dinner?"
She blinked. "Dinner?"
"Mm-hmm."
She shot up and looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh...crap. I've been out for a while."
He smiled. "So, dinner?"
She smiled and nodded. "That sounds nice."
They walked out of the lab, not noticing Grissom watching them with curiosity as they left.
"Grissom, come here," Catherine said.
Grissom turned around blinking. "Huh?"
"We got a hit off of AFIS."
"Guy has a record?"
She lead him into the layout room. "No, but his prints were on file from a case a while back. He was suspected of murder."
"Who is he?"
She flipped through some papers and handed one to him. "A Peter Jones; performs every Tuesday night at the Lucky Seven."
"So...how was your day?" Peter asked Sara.
"Okay," she said. "I was out for most of it. I'm still tired."
He laughed as he took a bite of his food. "You need some more sleep."
She sighed. "I haven't slept for more than two hours at a time for at least 11 years."
"Are you serious?" he asked.
She nodded. "I've always had something on my mind."
"And now you don't?" he asked.
"Of course I do," she laughed. "I think about you all the time."
He smiled. "Same here."
"39-year-old black male; brown eyes, brown hair," Grissom read the file. "Lives at the Lucky Seven?"
Catherine nodded. "I looked into it- guy has his own room there."
Grissom raised a brow.
"Yeah I know, it's weird."
"Okay, well...his print was the only one found at the crime scene, so let's call Brass and try to get a warrant for his place and call him in for questioning."
She nodded as she walked out. "Done."
"Thank you," said the tiny waittress as they walked out of the restaurant.
Sara tripped over her own feet, falling asleep.
"Woah! Careful, girl," Peter said catching her.
She laughed a little. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Can you get in the car?"
She nodded as she opened the passenger door. She lifted her foot and moved to slide in the car, but she lost her balance.
"Woah!" he said catching her again.
"Sorry..." she mumbled as she fell asleep.
He smiled as he lifted her into the car and buckled her before getting in the car.
"Brass's getting a warrant," Catherine said walking back into the layout room.
"Okay, let's wait to search his place until Sara gets here."
"Where is she?" Catherine asked.
"She went to dinner."
Catherine nodded. "Oh..."
Grissom sighed as he sat down rubbing his temple.
"Are you okay?" Catherine asked him.
He nodded. "Yeah...headache."
The front doors of the lab flew open and Peter walked in with a limp Sara in his arms. Grissom ran over to him.
"Is she okay?"
He nodded as he set her down on the break room couch. "She fell asleep."
Grissom hadn't looked at his face yet, but when he did he gasped.
"Are you Peter Jones?"
He turned to Grissom. "Yes."
"What was Sara doing with you?"
"We're together."
This made Grissom's blood run cold. "What do you mean...'together'?"
"Together. A couple."
Grissom looked at the man and then back at the sleeping Sara. "That's not possible."
Peter smiled as he poured himself a cup of water as he sipped it. "But it is."
Grissom's eyes narrowed. "You knew who she was."
He shrugged. "Not a secret; heard it on the news."
Grissom swallowed. "How did you two meet?"
He shrugged again. "Some guy was trying to get lucky. I saved her."
Grissom took a step toward him. "And?"
"She said she was part of this undercover operation the next day when she came to my performance."
Grissom was confused, but he didn't show it. "Are you aware that you are a suspect in a robbery?"
He nodded. "Well aware of it."
Grissom cornered him, anger growing in his voice. "If you dare hurt her-"
"You'll do what, Mr. Grissom?" he asked. "I'm quite interested in hearing what you have to say, but you're one to talk. From what she's told me about you, your history with Sara sounds quite..." he looked for the right word. "...Interesting."
Grissom's tone grew louder. "I'm serious, pal- you hurt her in any way and you'll regret it."
He smiled as he walked out of the room. "Nice seeing you, Mr. Grissom."
Grissom sighed as he sat down in one of the plastic chairs. Sara groaned as she opened her eyes.
"Grissom?"
He walked over to her. "What is it, Sara?"
"How'd I get here?"
"Your boyfriend brought you."
That woke her up. She stood up. "You met Peter."
He nodded. "So what's this about an undercover operation, Ms. Sidle?"
She closed her eyes as she sighed deeply. "It was the FBI's idea."
"And what, I couldn't know about it?"
"Sheriff Mobley said it was our secret! If I had told you, you would have said no! I didn't need that!" she said.
"Sara- this is a felon!" he yelled. "You were in danger!"
She scoffed.
"And you're still in danger! I know about you two!"
She opened her eyes wide in shock.
"Yes, that's right! I know about your relationship with him! His print showed up at the scene! He's a felon, Sara! Think about it!"
She felt the warm tears welling up in her eyes. "Shut up! You have no idea what you're talking about!"
"Yes I do, Sara! He's blinded you! He's lying to you! Do you hear me? He's lying!"
Sara shook her head. "No he's not, Grissom!"
"Yes he is!" he said. "You were asleep and he told me he knew about who you were; he knew he was a suspect in this investigation, Sara! He's using you!"
"SHUT UP!" Sara yelled. Grissom's eyes widened as the skin on his face turned bright red from where she slapped him. She ran out of the break room and out of the lab. She got into her car and drove off.
"Gil!" Catherine ran into the break room. "What happened?"
Grissom turned around, a red handmark visible on his right cheek.
"Oh, god, Gil..." Catherine said. "What did you do now?"
He sat down sighing. "It's a long story, Catherine. Sit down."
TBC