Grissom
The stars are so beautiful tonight. I have always loved to go stargazing especially when there's a meteor shower. The streaks of light blazing through the cloudless night are mesmerizing. Almost intoxicating. Just like Sara's smile. Last night at dinner I managed not to mangle a ridiculous joke that I had heard from Brass and she laughed enthusiastically. Her eyes sparkled and I thought that I was in heaven. I could die a happy man if the last sight I ever saw was Sara's brilliant smile.
Jim would have to come out here and bother me wouldn't he? Anyway, I guess I should get started on this crime scene but I can't get her face out of my mind. Pretty soon Catherine will be here and her mouth will be running. I know that's a horrible assumption, but most of the time it's true. Catherine has been my closest friend, if that's what I should call her, for almost 15 years and yet, I still am uncomfortable around her. No, it's not that I am embarrassed by her blatant sexuality or brashness, I am afraid of her getting too close. God knows that she tries to get into my psyche and sometimes, she gets pretty close. That scares the hell out of me. Once upon a time, I wanted her. I would have saved her from her loveless marriage and carried her away to a life of, well, comfort. I realize now, that Catherine would have found my life pretty damn boring. For one thing, she hates insects and I have a house full of them. I'm sure that I would have had to lock up all the Raid for twenty miles in order to live with her. She was not the one to capture my heart.
This case saddened me. I remember all of my Catholic training and the stories of the Saints and sinners and I can't imagine committing suicide just to follow some religious leader. I know that men have killed and died in the name of Our Lord but it doesn't make sense to me. I talked to Sara about it earlier and she agreed with me. It's nice that she's agreeing with me again. I got so used to her arguing with me and stomping off that it became part of our daily routine. I would make a statement and she would react, usually angrily and that would be that. But now, oh Lord, now, she smiles at me and my heart pounds out of my chest. Sometimes, she gets a certain look in her eyes and I feel that unfamiliar stirring below the belt. God, it has been so damn long since a woman made me feel the way she does. Tonight. Tonight I'm talking her to dinner again and I am going prepared. Not that my whole goal is to bed her, but God, it's been too long and I need her. I wonder if I'll last longer than three minutes. If I didn't that would be so embarrassing that I could crawl in a hole and die. Maybe, she won't care. Maybe, she doesn't want me. Maybe I think too much. Brass is back. Time to get to work.
Sara
Dinner last night was amazing. Grissom, um, Gil (he asked me to call him Gil), was such a gentleman. He opened the car door, pulled out my chair, ordered the wine, and brought me roses. Wow. I had no clue that he was so refined. So romantic. So sweet. I didn't think that he had it in home at all. At work, he's so stoic and repressed that I guess I assumed that he had no idea what love was. Did I just say love? Yes, I did. I love him. I love Grissom. I love Gil Grissom. That sounds pretty good. I think that I have always loved him, at least, I've loved him for the last few years. I have never met anyone who challenges me like he does. He stirs my intelligence as well as my soul and that is a combination that most women never find. Well, he also stirs my libido, but hey, one look into those gorgeous baby blues and what woman wouldn't want him? She'd have to be blind not to notice those arms and that ass. You could seriously bounce a quarter off of those cheeks. I could squeeze them for days. I could definitely sop him up with a biscuit. Oh shit! Here he comes! Better look busy.
