Authors Note : This story came to my mind as well I've been having a grey day, so I though I share it. For those of you that should be sensitive of the material, please do not read.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and I don't make any money from it

Warning: Suicide.

Final Round.

Dear Catherine. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about you and the little butterfly after I left Las Vegas, so many years ago. I can still picture you, your strawberry blonde hair, your rosy cheeks, your kissable lips, your blue depths and your cute behind. I can remember how you used to dress, the way you walked, talked, your laughter and how you used to yell at me.

I really miss those days, how your smile could light up a whole room, how your laughter could infect everyone in it so they would smile as well, how your tears could make everyone feel your pain, how when you talked everyone would listen.

I always did, I love your voice, it was like music to my ears and when I my hearing was fading, that was the one sound I was scared I would never hear. Luckily that got fix. However I must admit that now that I am alone it is the one thing I really do miss. Your voice.

Well not only your voice as I miss everything about you, every little thing, the way you smell, the way you felt in my arms whenever we hugged, the softness of your hair, the way you used to look at me in your every mood.

Your eyes, I could get lost in them and I many times did.

You probably never knew how much I in fact did love you, but I did and I still do. You are what makes my heart raise, after all these years. The memory of you is what makes me smile, but there is also sadness coming with those happy memories.

The sadness that I will never see you and the little butterfly again. I should have gone back for you, but fool that I am I never did, and now it is too late, it is all too late. It is with sadness I write to you my dearest Catherine as death has reached me. I can wait for some months or I can do as planned, put an end to it right now.

I just wanted you to know that I love you, always have, always will.

You were for me the only one.

I hope that you someday can forgive me for my foolishness.

Yours till the end.

Gilbert Grissom.

Grissom looked at the letter one last time, before he folded it and put it in an envelope that wore her full name. She would have it when his body was found. He just couldn't bear the thought that the cancer was getting to him. He didn't want her to see him weak like this. He did of course regret that she would have to find out about it all this way. He should have gone back for her a long time ago, he should have called or mailed. That was his only regret.

He sighed as he slowly put the gun against his head and pulled the trigger.

The last thought in his mind was her, his beloved Catherine.

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