Disclaimer:

I don't own the characters involved here, i.e. Grissom or Sara (and once you've read this story, you will understand why!) they belong exclusively to... well, whoever they belong to I think it's CBS – Hurrah to CBS!

I also don't own Michelle Branch's song Falling (however I do encourage listening to it, if you can find it!) that belongs to her and Maverick recordings.

Point of Notice:

I originally posted this under SinceThen however all those details have for some reason been wiped along with my stories. So here's my first attempt... again at this story.

Prologue

The bottle, so full of promise had sat in his home for almost a month. Tonight, it was time to bring it to life.

He would give it time to breathe, a breath it had been holding for 8 years.

He pierced the film with the knife, slowly slicing off the sheath. He relished the sight of an unopened bottle of wine.

Taking his time, he permeated the first piece of the cork. Slowly, he began to wind.

As he gently coaxed the cork out of its resting place, he knew it immediately: He would relish this wine.

The confident, strong scent of the blackberries hit his nasal passage first, then after gentle persuasion, the softer more subtle violets began to smoke it's way through. He envied both scents and enjoyed them both equally.

He placed his bottle of Chateaux Margaux on the side board.

This was to be enjoyed later.