AN: This idea came to me and I just couldn't shake it. Each chapter will be another person talking. Let me know if you like this idea.


Grissom looks at the gravestone and sits down on the bench. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He takes a deep breath and tries again.

"Warrick, I once told you that you were the rock of my team. Without you, the team is devastated. We were just beginning to deal with Sara's leaving and then you were taken from us. I think that we feel, or at least I do, that we are being tossed about without an anchor. I know I never told you this, but I loved you like a son. I know that your father wasn't around. It is his loss. You were one of the most amazing people I have known."

"When you called me to the scene where Gedda was, I remember the look in your eyes. The despair was heart wrenching. That is one time that I wish I could have ignored what the evidence was telling me. I couldn't bring myself to believing that you could do something like that. You care so much for the people around you. I could see it in your eyes when you were sitting in the police car that your heart was breaking for hurting the people you loved most."

"Yes, I was upset that you had gotten involved after I had told you to let it go. But, Warrick, you were doing what you thought was right. I can't fault you for that. I'm sorry that it ended this way too. You have definitely made me a better person for having known you. And for that I thank you."


Grissom pulled a small smooth stone out of his jacket pocket that he would forever carry with him. He had had it engraved with this: "Warrick, my rock, 5-16-08". Before he walked away he turned and said, "I won't let this go. I will get you justice…you deserve it."