Tiny Dancer
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Rated: G
Archive: ShipperWorld, The Graveyard, Working Love Archive, and my homebase Beautiful Addictions, all others please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. The lyrics are from Elton John's "Tiny Dancer".
A/N: Thanks to the GraveShiftCSI groupies. You all keep me inspired enough to write this crazy thing we call fanfiction.
/Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand/
Catherine danced.
You watch her, unable to tear your eyes away. Even in doing the simplest tasks in life, she moved like that of a skilled ballerina, light as air, feet barely touching the floor, with a grace surpassed by no one.
You wonder how she remained so pure and joyful, for life had given her more than enough reasons to be bitter. Instead, she took her experiences in stride, choosing to learn from them. Experimentation allowed you to gather new knowledge, while she learned as any dancer would, from experience.
As Billy Bass sang out, confirming her presence in the doorway of your office, you knew, even in a job as gruesome as this one, where death was ever present, she'd never stop dancing.
/And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand/
Fin.
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Rated: G
Archive: ShipperWorld, The Graveyard, Working Love Archive, and my homebase Beautiful Addictions, all others please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. The lyrics are from Elton John's "Tiny Dancer".
A/N: Thanks to the GraveShiftCSI groupies. You all keep me inspired enough to write this crazy thing we call fanfiction.
/Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand/
Catherine danced.
You watch her, unable to tear your eyes away. Even in doing the simplest tasks in life, she moved like that of a skilled ballerina, light as air, feet barely touching the floor, with a grace surpassed by no one.
You wonder how she remained so pure and joyful, for life had given her more than enough reasons to be bitter. Instead, she took her experiences in stride, choosing to learn from them. Experimentation allowed you to gather new knowledge, while she learned as any dancer would, from experience.
As Billy Bass sang out, confirming her presence in the doorway of your office, you knew, even in a job as gruesome as this one, where death was ever present, she'd never stop dancing.
/And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand/
Fin.