Disclaimer: As I have only seen a few episodes of CSI, this might be a bit out of character. I have been told about it so much, though, that I decided to write something of my own. I don't own the characters at all.

Dedication: To the flame in my heart, the one who was brave enough to love. This is my thank-you. All poems are dedicated to you.

Sara found the paper beside her coffee cup. She opened it, expecting it to be one of those 'Have a nice day!' notes that Greg had been slipping her all week. But… it couldn't be. Those notes had been on index cards, and this was on purple stationary. She opened it, and immediately recognized the handwriting. It was the same as all of those memos she kept, even though they were about crime scenes. She kept them, not as a record, but because they came from the woman she loved. She read the poem hastily.

A little less than perfect
That's all you are.
A little less than perfect
But not by very much
A little less than perfect
Not enough to count, but
A little less than perfect
Enough to make you real.

All signs pointed to Catherine, especially because when Sara had opened the note, Catherine was blushing. She chanced a glance at her and smiled. She wished she could turn the tables around; write something for her, something, anything! Another poem.

She could not keep her mind on work at all during the day. It was hard enough, sneaking smiles at Catherine without anyone noticing to show how she felt, but even harder with her mind at work on a poem for her to write when she got home.

A piece of olive green stationary found it's way to Catherine's coffee cup the next morning. Sara looked away as Catherine read the poem inside.

When you're not around
My sun never shows his face
So the moon fades
Along with the stars
And there is only black
Swirling around me
It seeps inside
Through the hole in my heart
Where you belong
When the sun doesn't shine

Catherine's heart melted when she read the poem from Sara. She couldn't believe that Sara loved her the way she loved Sara. Speechless, she looked up at Sara, and really saw her. She saw pure beauty radiating from her, almost giving off light.

An open-shut case later, another poem was in Sara's hand.

I look at you
Simply standing there
And I don't see you
Anymore.
Instead, I see the
Most beautiful girl in the world
Standing alone
Braver than I ever was
Ever will be

Then another in Catherine's hand, the next day:

I look in the mirror
And wonder what you see.
I listen to a song
And wonder what you hear.
I hold your gaze in mine
And wonder what you feel.
You're taking over me,
My mind,
My every thought and dream.
I don't care about me anymore
Only you.
I wonder about you

The next slip of paper held only three words, but they were the three most poetic, touching words Sara had ever read.

I love you.

Catherine stood by the door, watching as Sara read the paper she had slipped to her. Sara felt her gaze, and met it, tears in her eyes. Catherine took one timid step forward, Sara followed suite. Their steps became surer, more confident as they neared each other. Without words, they embraced. All troubles melted away between their lips.

One last poem reached Catherine from Sara.

No blood
No wounds
Just gentle, caring words
Pressed onto my heart
Full of meaning and
Light as a feather
Love.

No more words were needed.