Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:...or any characters.
This is my own poem where Sara goes crazy. Yeah. Crazy.
This is my first shot at CSI: fics, so criticism would be good. Thanks.
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Grissom.
My only love.
My only one.
I would let no one have him.
Anyone who got in my way...
They'd suffer.
She got in my way.
He liked her too, and I could tell.
But she was in my way.
Lady Heather was in my way.
All I remember last of her is...
Her on the floor...
Lifeless...
Covered in blood...
She tried to take him away.
Away from me.
She's dead now, yes.
And she will stay dead.
Dead, right before my eyes.
In the red pool.
Blood. On my hands.
I killed her...yes...
I killed her...
In my mind.
I didn't actually do it.
I didn't actually kill her.
She's dead.
But not by me.
He did it.
She tried to take him away.
Away from me.
He saw that she was in the way.
She got in my way.
He killed her.
He loves me...
And when she got in the way...
He shoved her away.
I didn't kill her.
My love did.
My only one did.
My only, true love did.
I didn't kill her...
Grissom did.
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Thank you thank you. Crazy and sadistic, maybe, I know. But how'd I do??? I know it is total OOC, but whocares! It's a fanfic maniacal laughter. Sorry. review! I am writing a story to go with this, so...keep up to date!!!