Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't own CSI. I don't own the poem that is shown here either. It is by a friend who has already posted it here and let me do a storm evolving around it.
A/N: Thanks SOOOOO much to Kestin Stewart. Thanks for letting me work with your poem! This poem (entitled "Please") was written by her. So she deserves ALL the credit for this fic! It's a bit out of character, but for you to understand this fic, you really need to empathize and imagine the characters, instead of just two ordinary people. Think of Sara and Griss's actual voices.
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Grissom's POV
Shower me with tears
At least that much please
Stop myself from breaking down in anger
Stop me from becoming
Stop me from that endless night
My life evolves around two things: science and bugs (which is a science anyway). I'm a forensic entomologist; what do you expect?
After hiding inside my own shell for too many years, I think I might be too late. Like a creature, who's been hiding in a shell that can't be broken down, except by love, for too long.
I age, go deaf, go old.
I know I should come out or I will die, not only starved, but also deprived of love and nurturing. The only thing that can save me and break down the shell is a creature that I met three years ago. She was one that didn't hide from my interests, but embraced them as well as myself.
We have flirted on and off. But every time I look at how beautiful and young Sara is, I look at how old I am. I am then angered at how I can even think that she would look at me. My heart is dry from tears of emotion, if only I could shower in her tears, it would regenerate a new world, one where we may be together.
Shower me with radiant light again.
Throat constricts me, night encumbers me
Life releases me for moments
Sometimes.
Night swallows me and life wallows
I don't want to live my life in darkness. When I sleep at night, I imagine my life as a tube of ointment. The emotions and situation gradually squeeze the chances of life out of me.
I'm too set in my ways to change. Life will give me pleasures and moments I treasure, like when I get a trademark smile from Sara, when Lindsay wins a soccer match, when I watch Greg, Nick and Warrick argue about who makes the best coffee.
Sometimes my life is stuck. It's in the mud. It's in a bog. The only way out is if I can make myself reach out.
Life pities me, stop me please
Shower me with something
Other than what I am
Let me cry out in anger
Let me strangle those who
Make me cry
Why can't I just release myself of all my anger and hurt? I may have hearing defects but I am not deaf of my own problems. I want to be something else. I don't want to be just Gil Grissom. Mentor. Colleague. Entomologist. Supervisor.
I want to be something other than what I am already. A friend. A lover. I fantasize of things that are not supposed to be in my reach. So I allow myself to cry out in anger. I want to strangle those who make me cry. But only for them to stop so I don't have to lie.
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