Wow. My very first piece of writing as a 17 year old. Makes me feel…older.

About this fic, each of the verses to this poem is for Grissom and Sara respectively, so the first verse is Griss and the second is Sara and so on. The song is 'The Nicest Thing' by Kate Nash and absolutely rules!

For my birthday, I wangled the rights to CSI and all it's affiliates. Oh, wait, that's a complete and utter lie. Shame on me. I own nothing.


All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.


I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.


I remember, as I looked down from my place on that stage, I was looking at you. I'd only glanced at you when I entered the room, but when I looked again, it was like I'd hit a brick wall. You knocked all the wind out of me with the flick of your hair.

I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.


I wish I was your favourite smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I don't know if you noticed, but we always dress similar. It's like we're in tune as soon as we get up in the mornings, or nights should I say. You tell me I look nice now and then, you'll never know what that means to me.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.


I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.

You always have a thousand and one questions about me. You seem to have the right ones to make me talk, which no one's ever been able to do. That first time we met, I'll never forget it, you asked me so many intelligent questions, the rest of the students just sat there with their mouths open taking the chance to get some sleep, but you actually listened and participated. The look on my face when you called me back after the lecture, I must have looked like a fool.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.


Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,

I always question myself when I'm around you. I've never thought myself beautiful, quite the opposite sometimes, but there are parts I do like. I had a boyfriend once that said the tiny mole on my hip was cute, and I can't help think what you'd think of it.

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars
Actually I meant three.


I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.

You know me so well it's scary. The other week, I watched you make me some coffee. You asked me how many sugars I wanted, and I said two, but I watched you put three in. I'd never had three before, it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. I've had three sugars since then.

I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.


All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen;
I wish that we could see if we could be something

I came home about two months after I left, and you looked so bad. You were thinner and I could tell you hadn't been sleeping well. You later told me that food didn't have the same taste to it after I left and you didn't see the point in sleeping if you could see me in your dreams but I wasn't there to wake up to. I used to doubt how much you loved me, how much you'd put into our relationship, but after that, the doubt went away.

The End


Yeah I know, it's sappy, but it's nearly three in the morning, so excuse me. Goodnight, I hope y'all enjoyed it