Photographs and Memories
By Somewherethatsgreen
Somewherethatsgreen@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Not really. Sort of a reference to "Gentle, Gentle" though.
Permission to archive: Sure, just let me know.
Summary and author's notes: Grissom remembers his past. The title comes from a Jim Croche song. This is a songfic. I actually had the story mostly written out when I found the song, and decided that it really fit with the story. The song is "Photographs and Memories" by Jim Croche, except for the segment from "All Through the Night." BTW, I'd like to apologize to the People for the Ethical Treatment of Grissom. Hey, at least I don't kill him this time. Okay, I've rambled enough. On with the story.
Chapter 1 ~ Memories That Come At Night
It was a sleepless night for Gil. He had hoped to get some rest on his night off, but it wasn't to be.
He had tried to put the memories behind him years ago, but they simply wouldn't let him be. He had gradually come to realize that there was nothing he could do to drive them away.
Slowly, almost painfully, he got out of bed. Finding his bathrobe on the chair by his bed, he pulled it on. He went to his closet, reached up to the top shelf, and retrieved an unmarked shoebox. He went to the kitchen, turned on the lamp on the table, and set the box down in its glow. After brewing a cup of tea, he sat down with the box and let the memories come back.
The box was filled with photographs. They were old and faded, and some were in worse shape than others, but they were all that remained of a life that had passed long ago.
***
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
***
The first picture was of a beautiful young girl. Christine was 18 when the picture was taken. She had golden hair and eyes that were a striking indigo; Eyes say so much about a person, and in all these years Gil had yet to meet another individual with eyes the color of Christine's. She wasn't alone; beside her stood a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. Gil hardly recognized himself now. She was happy in this picture, smiling, standing at the rail on the boardwalk. When Christine smiled, it was almost always out of true happiness, and she smiled often. They had both been happy then. He remembered the day that he asked her to marry him…
"Christine, I have something to ask you…" He had planned a whole speech about how he loved her and how he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her. Now, however, he had forgotten everything. Instead he simply withdrew the small box from the pocket of his coat, watching her eyes widen as he opened it, revealing the diamond ring inside. He had lost his voice. "Will you…?"
He never got to finish the question. "Oh Gil, yes!" Christine threw her arms around his neck. "I will!"
They made plans to get married after college. Christine was going to art school, and Gil had plans for his career in forensics. The schools they attended were nearly two hours apart, but they were both able to return home to see each other on weekends. Still, they missed each other greatly, and they made the most of every moment they had together. Despite their separation, Gil and Christine only grew closer during that time, eagerly making plans for a future together.
***
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
***
By Somewherethatsgreen
Somewherethatsgreen@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Not really. Sort of a reference to "Gentle, Gentle" though.
Permission to archive: Sure, just let me know.
Summary and author's notes: Grissom remembers his past. The title comes from a Jim Croche song. This is a songfic. I actually had the story mostly written out when I found the song, and decided that it really fit with the story. The song is "Photographs and Memories" by Jim Croche, except for the segment from "All Through the Night." BTW, I'd like to apologize to the People for the Ethical Treatment of Grissom. Hey, at least I don't kill him this time. Okay, I've rambled enough. On with the story.
Chapter 1 ~ Memories That Come At Night
It was a sleepless night for Gil. He had hoped to get some rest on his night off, but it wasn't to be.
He had tried to put the memories behind him years ago, but they simply wouldn't let him be. He had gradually come to realize that there was nothing he could do to drive them away.
Slowly, almost painfully, he got out of bed. Finding his bathrobe on the chair by his bed, he pulled it on. He went to his closet, reached up to the top shelf, and retrieved an unmarked shoebox. He went to the kitchen, turned on the lamp on the table, and set the box down in its glow. After brewing a cup of tea, he sat down with the box and let the memories come back.
The box was filled with photographs. They were old and faded, and some were in worse shape than others, but they were all that remained of a life that had passed long ago.
***
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
***
The first picture was of a beautiful young girl. Christine was 18 when the picture was taken. She had golden hair and eyes that were a striking indigo; Eyes say so much about a person, and in all these years Gil had yet to meet another individual with eyes the color of Christine's. She wasn't alone; beside her stood a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. Gil hardly recognized himself now. She was happy in this picture, smiling, standing at the rail on the boardwalk. When Christine smiled, it was almost always out of true happiness, and she smiled often. They had both been happy then. He remembered the day that he asked her to marry him…
"Christine, I have something to ask you…" He had planned a whole speech about how he loved her and how he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with her. Now, however, he had forgotten everything. Instead he simply withdrew the small box from the pocket of his coat, watching her eyes widen as he opened it, revealing the diamond ring inside. He had lost his voice. "Will you…?"
He never got to finish the question. "Oh Gil, yes!" Christine threw her arms around his neck. "I will!"
They made plans to get married after college. Christine was going to art school, and Gil had plans for his career in forensics. The schools they attended were nearly two hours apart, but they were both able to return home to see each other on weekends. Still, they missed each other greatly, and they made the most of every moment they had together. Despite their separation, Gil and Christine only grew closer during that time, eagerly making plans for a future together.
***
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
***
