Tired
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
A/N: first Grissom's POV, then Sara's.
"Are you tired?" you ask tentatively.
Do not be fooled by this old man physique. In this chest beats the heart of a warrior, a stallion.
Do not be fooled by this stoic façade. Behind this mask lies the face of a lover.
Do not be fooled by these gray haired temples. Within this skull sits an overactive mind.
Am I tired? At times, but never when I'm with you.
You are the breath in my lungs and the spring in my step. But I could never tell you.
Do you know? Do you know that I love you? Have I told you enough?
Words have always been difficult.
I'll show you instead.
"No," I reply, "I'm not tired."
"Are you tired?" I ask tentatively.
I am not fooled—I know your body, your stamina, the toned, muscular arms of my protector and how they defy your age.
Inside your chest beats the heart of a lion, a fighter.
I am not fooled by your passive expression. I know that behind that veneer lays the face of my lover. The face I adore.
Those gray haired temples do not fool me. I know that be hind them sit a beautiful mind.
So when I ask you if you are tired I am not looking for an answer.
I know that you get drained. But never with me.
I know. I know that you love me-though you have a hard time telling me.
Words have always been difficult for you.
"No," you reply softly, "I'm not tired."
And you show me instead.
End.
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