Disclaimer: I own nothing of CSI: Miami or any of the other CSI franchises. Although I would really love to.

Author's Notes: I was getting so tired of coming here to see the first few chapters completely messed up, spelling mistakes and all, that I decided to fix it and upload a new one. This one is much easier to read, it's even complete with spaces! I LOVE REVIEWS, please, if you read, press the button, please!

Also, I know CSI's don't really go Undercover, but it's really only the first few chapters. Last but not least, enjoy.

"Do I have everything I need? I mean do I look okay? Can you tell it's me?" I asked, worried about tonight's scheme.

"You look fine. Just stop playing with the hair or you'll mess it up. I know you're new to this and everything, so let me give you some advice," my new friend Saddie said. "Stay calm first of all. If you even look at them the wrong way, it will mess everything up. Don't play with your disguise either. One of your own hairs' sticking out of this wig and they might notice! Also, if you see anyone there that you know, stay as far away from them as possible, and if they see you, get out of there right away. You don't want anyone to recognize you and give you away," Saddie said, being the experienced undercover officer she was.

See the thing is, I'm a new CSI at the Miami Dade Police Department. Trust me, it sucks being the new one. You have no idea what's going on and are nervous as hell when it's your first job. My first job includes going undercover, a very dangerous drug dealer, and murder. Interesting hmm?

"It's 11 o'clock now," Saddie said, looking up at the clock. I sat there, looking at my shoes. "Oh come on, Cassandra. It's not as hard as it sounds. Just remember what I told you and be careful." Saddie said, rolling her eyes and pulling me up by the arm.

"Ow. Anyways, weren't you nervous your first job? Was it as serious as mine is?" I asked her, stalling.

"Of course not; I wasn't as good as you are. They must think you're good or they wouldn't have given you such an interesting first job," she said, now pulling me towards the front door.

"Okay this is it," I said, grabbing my car keys off the table. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck!" Saddie called as she headed back down the hallway. Her favourite soap was on.

I walked down the driveway and got into my car. I was headed to a bar called Lazy Dayz. It sounds nice but it is not a nice bar. Some of the worst druggies hang out there. I was going to investigate about a drug dealer named Sanchez Bavario. He was supposedly connected to a few murders in the area.

As I pulled into a parking space, I noticed silver Hummer at the other end of the parking lot. It looked familiar, but I didn't think twice about it. I walked into the bar and looked around. There weren't very many people. A few men were sitting at the bar, drinking beer out of a mug and laughing. There were some at tables having arm wrestles. A few were arguing. The last thing I wanted was a fight breaking out. I noticed a flight of stairs through a doorway, but went up and sat at the bar first.

"Now what's a pretty little lady like you doing at a place like this?" the bar tender asked me, winking.

"Oh uhm, well I was just taking a drive. I thought I'd stop in for a break," I said, thinking of the lamest excuse in the book.

"Hm. Well can I get you anything?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Do you have Pepsi here?" I asked, all of a sudden dying for some caffeine. "I don't want to drink and drive you know."

"Sure I guess. It's watered down crap but here you go," he said, handing me a glass filled with the watered down Pepsi. He went back to polishing glasses and watching the celebrity poker they had playing on the TV.

"Hey," some guy said, who was sitting beside me, I just noticed. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him. "You look familiar to me," he said.

"Really? Well I don't think I know you," I said, turning away and taking a sip of my Pepsi, trying to hide my face. Remembering what Saddie said, I decided to get up and go to a table. As I was rising he grabbed my arm.

"Hold on, are you sure? You look really familiar. You don't work for the MDPD do you?" he asked. Oh crap, I thought. Just what I needed, someone completely giving away that I worked at the police department.

"Hey, can you please shut up?" I asked. I leaned over and whispered, "as a matter of fact I do work there. My name's Cassandra James, why?"

"Whoa, I know who you are now! New girl right? I'm really sorry; I realize what's going on now. It was just bugging the hell out of me how familiar you were." What was he talking about, 'he knew what was going on'? "I work there too," he continued. "I'm a CSI, my name's Ryan Wolfe. I think I saw you talking to Horatio at work today? He told everyone that a new girl was coming." Then it hit me. He worked at the MDPD too, I had caught a glimpse of him that day when I was in fact, talking to my new boss Horatio Caine, about tonight's assignment. I remember thinking he was cute and that I'd have to get to know him. Did he also work for Horatio?

"Oh uhm yes," I stammered, remembering he was there. "Aren't you worried that the two of us talking about this here will give me away? Wait, why are you here?" I asked him, suddenly suspicious.

"Let's talk over there. That bar tender freaks me out," Ryan said, standing and walking over to the table farthest away from everyone. I couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his everyday clothes, jeans and a plain blue shirt. When I saw him that day he had been dressed a little more work appropriate, and with a lab coat on. I got up and followed him, leaving my Pepsi at the bar, suddenly uninterested in it.

"Okay, so we've established why I'm here. Right? I mean you said you realized what was going on now," I said as I sat down, a little annoyed that someone had realized I was undercover so quickly. "But what, may I ask, are you doing here?"

"Funny thing actually, I'm undercover too," he said, and I noticed that he had raised his eyebrows.

"But, why am I here then?" I asked confused there was already someone working undercover here.

He frowned. "I'm not sure..."

"Oh well don't you think we should be a little quieter?" I asked. Anyone in here could be listening.

"Don't worry about it, they aren't here yet. I've been coming here undercover for the last month, and I know who's who. The guys in here right now don't care about what we have to say. Trust me, it's safe to talk out loud right now."

"Whoa, you've been coming here undercover for a whole month now?" I asked, realizing that what Saddie said wasn't true. They didn't think I was good, they were just sending me here because they knew there was another experienced undercover officer here if something happened to me. They just didn't expect for us to recognize each other right away.

"Yea, they told me there was a new CSI coming soon, but I didn't expect to know who it was right away. They knew you wouldn't recognize me because you were too new, you wouldn't have met me yet. I didn't think I'd recognize you either, but I saw you talking to Horatio today. He's my boss you know," Ryan said, answering some of the questions floating around inside my head.

"Actually I did recognize you. Not right away but I saw you while I was talking to Horatio. You're not in much of a disguise though are you? You don't look much different than when I saw you today." I said, just noticing that he wasn't in disguise.

"Nah, I don't bother with disguises. Sitting at the bar and watching the TV pretty much makes you blend right in. You don't really need a disguise in a place like this. Plus, around midnight a lot more people come in. It's easier to blend," he said. It was already a quarter to 12. I guessed the place would start filling up in about 15 minutes.

"Well, now that we know about each other, do we work together? Does one of us get assigned to something different? Do we stay here and just pretend we don't know each other?" I asked, a dozen questions filling my head fast.

"I really have no idea. We'll have to see at work tomorrow and -," he was cut off. A bang came from the front of the bar, and in walked a man about 6'4", bulky, with an entourage of about 5 guys that looked like they'd kick anyone's ass. I immediately knew who it was. Sanchez Bavario with his posse.

"Oh crap," said Ryan from across the table.

End Notes: That is just so much nicer. I fixed it as well as I could. R&R please!