I see you everyday
More than you know
I see straight through you
Deep into your soul.
Why have we drifted apart
Why wont you let me in
I'm not asking for a ring
I just want to be your friend.
I hate not talking like we did before
I hate not having you near
You barely even look at me
You probably don't realize
I am still here.
I have loved you
Longer than I have breathed
And this love I feel for you
Even Shakespeare couldn't believe.
I want to be with you
Whatever that means
Friendship or otherwise
I just want us to be.
There it was. Sitting in an envelope on his desk with his name on it. It was Sara's handwriting. He noticed that immediately. But why had she given it to him? Even more important question, why did the poem send a tear down his cheek. Well that one was obvious. The love he felt for her was unexplainable. Hence the reason he didn't pursue it. If he couldn't explain it, it was dangerous. And danger wasn't something he liked… at least this kind of danger.
"Hey, Griss. We got a problem." Brass said as he quickly stepped in and out of Grissom's office. His self pity would have to wait.
"Welcome to 'Crime Scene a la Police Station Steps'." Brass mocked. In front of them lay three dead reporters from various news channels. All of them very popular evening anchors.
Grissom pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Nicky… Get to the police station… No, that can wait… No! Get here now! I have a top priority here. Bring everybody." He slapped his phone shut, and grimaced at the sudden onset of butterflies in his stomach. Maybe he should call Nick back and tell him Sara didn't have to come. But that wouldn't work. Sara would think he didn't like the poem, which couldn't be farther from the truth.
The Tahoe pulled up. C.S.I.'s poured out like soup from a can. Various "Oh my God"s and "Isn't that…."s and so on came pouring out of their mouths. Everyone except Sara. She looked a little distracted. Grissom took in a deep breath. "Jim, can you explain this to them?" Brass nodded. Grissom walked over to Sara. "Can we talk?" Sara nodded. "I mean later. I mean this is a big scene. All hands on board. But I think people will become a little suspicious if we… the two of us just disappeared. Um… how about when we go on break? We'll go grab a bite to eat. Apparently we have a lot we need to talk about." Sara nodded and walked towards the dbs. Grissom sighed. It would be a million years until they could take a break. Maybe in that time he would work up the courage to tell her how he really feels.