I Have Dreamed
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: One character reflects on her unrequited love for another…
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Suing me will do you no good because I have no money.
The song is "I have dreamed" from Rogers and Hammerstein's "The King And I."
~Alone and awake, I've looked at the stars
The same that smiled on you…~
She awoke suddenly from another dream— another dream about him. She had come to realize that she loved him, though she didn't want to admit it. As much as she cared for him, she knew that it couldn't be. There were ten years between them; and they worked together… he was her supervisor, her superior. A relationship between them would never work out. Even if he loved her, and she was almost certain he didn't. There were times he seemed almost cold, without feeling. She had touched him once, using a trace of dust on his cheek as an excuse to lay her hand against his face; he had shown so little emotion, made no move to draw her closer or push her away. It was as if he felt nothing at all.
But that was the way he was; beneath his dispassionate exterior, there was no telling what he could be feeling. His apparent lack of emotion could mask real feelings for her, and that gave her hope.
She was afraid to confess her love. She wasn't sure if she could bear being told that her affections were not returned. If he did care for her, she reasoned, he would show it in time. For the time being, she only dreamed.
~I have dreamed that your arms are lovely
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be
I have dreamed every word you'll whisper
When you're close, close to me~
For weeks now, she had dreamed about him. The dream was always the same; his face, the warmth of his eyes, and his voice; whispered words declaring undying love, words she would give anything to hear outside the realm of dreams. And when she woke, it was always with the same feeling of emptiness, the sorrowful regret that it was all an illusion.
She shed a few tears. She often cried after her dreams, mourning for what she desperately longed for, but which lingered just beyond her grasp. Finally, she returned, when her tears were dried, to a restless sleep.
Morning came at last. She drove to work, the visions of her dream still replaying themselves in her mind. He greeted her as she walked in.
"Good morning, Sara."
"Good morning, Grissom," she softly replied. "I dreamed of you," she added, but not aloud.
~…In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved by you~
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: One character reflects on her unrequited love for another…
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. Suing me will do you no good because I have no money.
The song is "I have dreamed" from Rogers and Hammerstein's "The King And I."
~Alone and awake, I've looked at the stars
The same that smiled on you…~
She awoke suddenly from another dream— another dream about him. She had come to realize that she loved him, though she didn't want to admit it. As much as she cared for him, she knew that it couldn't be. There were ten years between them; and they worked together… he was her supervisor, her superior. A relationship between them would never work out. Even if he loved her, and she was almost certain he didn't. There were times he seemed almost cold, without feeling. She had touched him once, using a trace of dust on his cheek as an excuse to lay her hand against his face; he had shown so little emotion, made no move to draw her closer or push her away. It was as if he felt nothing at all.
But that was the way he was; beneath his dispassionate exterior, there was no telling what he could be feeling. His apparent lack of emotion could mask real feelings for her, and that gave her hope.
She was afraid to confess her love. She wasn't sure if she could bear being told that her affections were not returned. If he did care for her, she reasoned, he would show it in time. For the time being, she only dreamed.
~I have dreamed that your arms are lovely
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be
I have dreamed every word you'll whisper
When you're close, close to me~
For weeks now, she had dreamed about him. The dream was always the same; his face, the warmth of his eyes, and his voice; whispered words declaring undying love, words she would give anything to hear outside the realm of dreams. And when she woke, it was always with the same feeling of emptiness, the sorrowful regret that it was all an illusion.
She shed a few tears. She often cried after her dreams, mourning for what she desperately longed for, but which lingered just beyond her grasp. Finally, she returned, when her tears were dried, to a restless sleep.
Morning came at last. She drove to work, the visions of her dream still replaying themselves in her mind. He greeted her as she walked in.
"Good morning, Sara."
"Good morning, Grissom," she softly replied. "I dreamed of you," she added, but not aloud.
~…In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved by you~