Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
AN: I was in a really weird mood when I wrote this.
The first time I saw her, she was questioning Gil from the other side of the crime scene tape. She looked more interested in our work than half of the CSIs on our shift.
The first time she came to the lab, I was surprised. Sixteen years old and she was curious enough to bother visiting.
The first time I asked her if she wanted to help out some of the busier lab techs was the first time she smiled at me.
The first time I asked her to help me take apart a car, she stared at me in shock. Ten minutes later I had learned more about cars than I ever thought possible.
The first time she slept on my couch, I didn't notice that she never bothered calling her parents to let them know where she was.
The first time she hugged me was after my first domestic abuse case. That was the first time I cried in front of her. The first time I saw her look scared was when I told her how horrible the parents were, and how I was worried that their child would never get a normal life. After that came the first week I didn't have any contact with her.
The first time I took her out to dinner was the first time I heard her laugh.
The first time she met Detective Brass was the first time I got to defend her. And the second time she hugged me.
The first time she bought me flowers was my first birthday away from my family. That was the first time I saw her blush.
The first time she mentioned her birthday was completely on accident. The first time Jim, Gil and I took her to a restaurant was that night.
The first time I caught her staring at me was the second time I saw her blush.
The first time we intentionally had dinner at my apartment was the first time she fell asleep on my bed. That was the first time she pretended to call her parents.
The first time I saw a bruise on her face, I didn't panic. I just told her that the other guy had better look worse.
The first time I realized that she had gotten taller than me was at the first lab Christmas party either of us went to. An hour later was the first time we got stuck under mistletoe. That was the first time she kissed me on the cheek.
The first time I realized I was falling for her was the second time we spent a week away from each other.
The first time we got a case at her school was the first time I realized how young she was, and the hundredth time I felt horrible for loving her.
The first time I asked for her help with a reenactment I let her pick the layout room. When I had her pinned against the wall was when we realized that we were under mistletoe for the second time. That was the first time she kissed me, and a minute later Jim and Gil interrupted awkwardly. After that was the first time I punched my locker.
The last time I saw her we ate dinner at my apartment.
The last time I saw her I told her that she should go home before her parents started worrying.
The last time I saw her she kissed me goodbye, and I did my best not to kiss back.
The last time I saw her was two hours before Gil called me in for a domestic violence- related murder.
The last time I saw her, she was alive.
And if I hadn't sent her home, she still would be.
