I remember the first day we met. I was nervous., after all I was the new girl. Mac gave me the grand tour. I was impressed by the building. It seemed grand and powerful. I thought it was a much better place to house CSI then some modern sterile building architects seem to be so fond of now a days. I remember the lab seemed hi tech and it gave me the feeling that great science must go on here. I remember meeting Stella. She gave me a brisk hello then began discussing a case with Mac with great enthusiasm. She didn't seem to care one way or another about me as the new edition to their team. Most of all I remember you. I thought you were cute. I knew as soon as I looked at you that you were a complicated person. The blonde hair and New York accent, the neat appearance but without a tie. I liked it. I liked you. Mac left me with you, telling you to show me the ropes and see that I got settled in. You did more than that.

You have always treated me like an equal, a partner. You've always included me, you've never forgotten I'm here and living a breathing. I am not a machine that spits out forensic information. I'm human. You've always treated me like a friend. I think our friendship is wonderful. I hate it. Because as much as you see me sometimes I think you don't see me at all. Don't you see how my eyes light up when I walk into the room? Don't you see how I hang on your every word and laugh at all of you jokes even if they aren't that funny? Don't you see you see how I straighten up and fix my hair when I see you coming? Don't you see I want to be more then friends, more then just your partner, your buddy? Don't you see that I've fallen for you?