Questions of science, Science and progress, Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, Come back to haunt me, Oh when I rush to the start
Runnin' in circles, Chasin' our tails, Comin' back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Aww It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm goin' back to the start
-Coldplay
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Gil.
All the letters she had ever written him had started that way. No fancy prelude, no dear. Just Gil. It was because, she had explained one day when he asked, she just didn't think it was necessary.
"I like things to be to the point," Sara had said with a shrug, leaning across the kitchen counter to address him. "And besides, I don't like using the word dear."
That was true. She would smile that half-smile of hers when he called her dear or honey, but Grissom was fairly sure he had never heard anything more than a casual baby slip out of her mouth. But then, he was hardly complaining. It sent a shiver down his spine when she called him baby.
"I think beginnings are very important," she had continued, popping a grape in her mouth. "They shouldn't have to be muddled up with dears."
He had nodded, understanding. Beginnings were always important. They were almost as important as endings. But that day in the kitchen, he didn't truly realize it yet. It wasn't until months later, standing in his office with a mystery letter from Sara, that he truly understood the nature of beginnings and endings.
This letter began with Gil, and when he saw the first word he didn't realize, quite yet, that this wasn't a beginning but an end.
All the letters she had ever written him had started that way.
Gil.
