Lucky
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally.
Description: A poem of Grissom's thoughts right after Butterfeild, when
he's still in the interrogation room. Hate it, love it, R&R so I'll know
whether or not to write something else.
I sigh.
She is there, wherever I go.
She loves me, I can see it in her eyes.
It scares me.
I try to hide my affection.
It never works.
He got away. If I had been up to par, would I have been able to help her?
Why does she look so much like Sara?
Each time I saw her, I saw Sara.
Catherine noticed. Great.
She notices every time.
She tries to help. I refuse.
I'm not stupid. I'm not cruel. I want Sara to be happy is all.
That would never happen with me.
I drop my head, drowning in my pain.
I know I said something I will regret to him.
Lucky Sara wasn't there to hear it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally.
Description: A poem of Grissom's thoughts right after Butterfeild, when
he's still in the interrogation room. Hate it, love it, R&R so I'll know
whether or not to write something else.
I sigh.
She is there, wherever I go.
She loves me, I can see it in her eyes.
It scares me.
I try to hide my affection.
It never works.
He got away. If I had been up to par, would I have been able to help her?
Why does she look so much like Sara?
Each time I saw her, I saw Sara.
Catherine noticed. Great.
She notices every time.
She tries to help. I refuse.
I'm not stupid. I'm not cruel. I want Sara to be happy is all.
That would never happen with me.
I drop my head, drowning in my pain.
I know I said something I will regret to him.
Lucky Sara wasn't there to hear it.