A/N Hello! So, here I am... writing what is just my THIRD CSI piece- my first song-fic for this fandom! Honestly, I love writing song-fics, but if I'm being totally honest, I'm terrified of this fandom -_- there are so many amazing authors here, and mostly older than me- I'm a little intimidated! Haha.
But when I saw the 'since I met you...' scene, I just could not resist.
But I hope y'all like this, I just think this fits the amazing GSR coupling so well :D This song being 'Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody)' by Paramore :) enjoy!
Lovesick Melody
You say the sweetest things
And I can't keep my heart from singing
"Since when have you been interested in beauty?" She'd asked him. Honestly, she'd expected his usual spaced-out silence, and possibly him staring open-mouthed at her (she'd noticed he did that a lot around her) but not his calm answer of;
"Since I met you."
Sara's breath had come out in a soft gasp. And then, in classic Grissom-style, he'd changed the subject, without so much as a blush.
And she hated (loved) him for it.
Along to the sound of your beat
My stupid feet keep moving!
To this four/four beat, I'm in time with you, whoa, oh
To this four/four beat I would die for you (die for you...)
She hated this. She hated the mind-games, the playing, the ignoring, the flirting and the coming-down-to-nothing. She hated how she'd do anything for him, to help him, even when he tried to stop her. The Strip-Strangler case had had him going around in circles for weeks, so when she had the chance to help- she went for it. And he yelled at her. But she did it anyway.
At least she knew he cared. Sort of.
(Someone stop this...)
I've gone too far to come back from here
And you don't have a clue
You don't know what you do
To me
Did he even know? That he was what kept her at the lab so long? Because when she went home, she couldn't sleep because she wasn't near him. She was pathetic.
She was in love.
I never let love in
So I could keep my heart from hurting
The longer that I live with this idea
The more I sink in
Sara never wanted to fall in love. It had seemed like a bad idea for her- after all, her parents had been in love. And one of them ended up killing the other.
She was pretty sure Grissom was going to be the death of her, intentionally or not.
Won't someone stop this song?
So I won't sing along?
Someone stop this song
So I won't sing...
Your lovesick melody
Its gonna get the best of me tonight
But you won't get to me
If I don't sing
Maybe if he stopped being so... so... Grissom then she could stop. Maybe she could resist. But it wasn't like she could walk up and go, "Hi, Grissom? Would you stop being yourself so I won't keep falling in love with you?"
Yeah, that would go over wonderfully with her socially-inept boss. And she could only imagine what Catherine would do... Actually, she'd better not, if she wanted to keep her mind intact.
It creeps in
Like a spider, that can't be killed
Though I try, and try to
Well, don't you see I'm falling?
Don't wanna love you
But I do
Really, this had never been her intention. When she'd walked into that seminar in San Francisco that day, she hadn't known that the man speaking would be the one who stole her heart and then broke it over and over again, all without knowing.
And she'd tried. Truly, she had. She'd tried and tried and tried to stop her heart going where her mind had known it shouldn't-
But it had happened anyway.
She loved him. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him.
It was ridiculous.
Ridiculous that she kept going around and around and following him and trying to gain his approval and to make him notice her.
She wouldn't, not anymore. She'd promised herself that. She'd stop dancing with and around him.
(Lovesick melody)
Could someone stop this song?
So I won't sing along
(Lovesick melody, ohh, oh)
So I won't sing your lovesick melody
Its gonna get the best of me tonight
But you won't get to me
No, you won't get to me
Cos I won't sing
But now, with one comment, he was bringing her crawling back. And maybe, just maybe, he was taking notice of her now.
So maybe she'd show him how it felt. She'd go out with Hank, and let him dance along to his own lovesick melody.
If only she could stop her own feet from moving.
A/N Quite short, but I hope you liked it! Please review!
Reviews are love!
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