Observant
He never meant to see what observably only he saw.
He had been in a loving marriage before, even if it was so long ago that he couldn't remember many good times or memories.
At first, he only saw little clues. He observed a look, a touch, or a smile that seemed to keep both of them smiling throughout the shift and keep the team flowing as to what used to be a memory.
Then one day he saw something that will never leave him until the day that he dies.
He was coming off of his 2nd double shift, trying to give the younger detectives who had happy lives as he once did some kind of relief, before the toll of the job affected them as it did him.
As he passed the park, he decided that he would enjoy his coffee and doughnuts more watching the kids play then going home to the temptation of the bottle. He sat watching the kids, laughing and shouting. Ellie used to laugh as they did and he wondered if he would ever hear it again.
As he sat watching and daydreaming, he heard familiar voices that seemed out of place for the instance. As he sat there wondering how on Earth he was seeing what he was seeing, he saw Grissom pushing a laughing Sara on the swings. The pretty brunette was swinging her feet to make herself go higher and Grissom was lightly pushing her back to steady her. It was like something from a dream. A really strange dream but a dream nevertheless, which he shook his head trying to clear the vision. But all he saw was the two most private people he knew having what was clearly a personal moment that he ever saw coming.
He debated whether or not to approach them. He sat there watching as Sara went higher and higher, seeming as though she had never experienced the joy of almost flying in the air. Grissom seemed overjoyed to being able to help her on this journey. However, the tranquility of the moment was transcended as Sara jumped from the swing and crash landed in the gravel. He watched as Grissom ran to her, helped her up and then proceeded to lovingly kiss Sara from her forehead to her nose to her lips.
He almost dropped his coffee, until he saw crystal blue eyes staring a piercing hole straight through him.
He pretended not to notice, even when Grissom and Sara clasped hands and walked down the path that led to the walking trails, closer than he had ever seen them.
"Well", he thought as he gathered his belongings, "That is a change. I won't say anything, but I hope for both of their sakes that they are happy."
As he got into his car, he passed what seemed to be Grissom's car. He reached into his pocket and wrote a short note, and putting it under Grissom's window wiper. Brass walked over to his own car, whistling a tune that seemed to be unnatural from his lips.
A couple hours later, Grissom and Sara were at the car again, sharing a long kiss that seemed to last forever. Grissom noticed that there was something fluttering on his window. He reached over and read the contents, folded up the letter and smiled.