About Being In Love with Grissom
by geeklovegirl
It was like being in love with your teacher. You did not tell any of your friends because of what they would say, and yet you were dying to tell everyone. You wanted to stay after class just to talk, but you could never find anything to say. It was a forbidden love; a Romeo and Juliet of sorts. The kind that you would think about all night and all day and while you slept. It penetrated every fiber of your being until you wanted to scream out. Yet you couldn't.
You couldn't care less about what other people said. So what if he's going grey? What does Hodges know anyways? It's not as if you stare at his hair! No no no…the eyes. That's what gets you! You almost feel like Narcissus staring into a pool of water, waiting to see your reflection. Whenever you look up and see those eyes, your heart leaps and bounds. If only you could stare at them forever! If only they were yours for the taking.
Three times he has grabbed your hands. Only three times,yet you will never forget them. Once after the explosion. At that time his hands were a source of comfort and protection, like a strong tower or a warm blanket. Once while he picked you up to bring you home. A little reassuring gesture that everything would be alright, everything was going to be fine. Finally, in a motion of silent support, he held your hand while you cried out all your pain. Pain for the family that never was, never will be. The pain about emotional unavailability and mental instability. Only three times, yet you will never forget them.
This isn't just about any old man, this is about being in love with Gil Grissom.