Disclaimer: The name of Gil Grissom and any references to CSI belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and his folk at CBS.

A/N: Sincerest apologies to Graveshiftcsi. I hope I'm not letting you guys down…it just struck! And it started out so…negative.

Maybe Go, Or Maybe Stay

By Manda

I don't know where I want to be,

The FBI seems best for me.

I want to leave, I tell you so-

And by your face, I shouldn't go.

Our lab is tops, you're telling me.

And how the hell can you not see

That I'm being wasted, day-by-day

And throw myself at you in every way.

You never know that I am there,

And by your actions, you don't care.
For you, Gil Grissom, I try to feel

And try to let you know I'm real.

So what the hell is wrong with you?

For you to never have a clue.

Well, I'm alive, but should be dead,

If that will sink into your head.

And help you see that I want you.

Because I really want you to.

I'm half your age, barely your shoe size,

And yes, Gil Grissom, I'm alive!

I'll stay for now,

Since way back when,

You called for me.

You might again.