A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you all like this story. It's after Inside the Box when Grissom says no to Sara after she asks him to have dinner with her. This is my first song fic. The song is in italics and what Grissom is thinking is in the regular font. I'm currently working on the next chapter for Maybe I Will... so just keep waiting and it will be there eventually. Sorry about this long note! So, on with the show!
Disclaimer: Gotta put it up, y'all know I dont own them. If I did things would be very different...
Well look at me a guy who's got it all
Trying to read my own writing on the wall
Not happy till the sadness comes to keep me company
But what becomes of fools who look like me
Why did I say no to her? I may not have another chance, at least not any time soon. I never really knew that Sara felt like that about me. I guess now that I think about it, I should have seen it coming sooner or later. Why couldn't I at least given it a try? My job?
Whose gonna dry my tears when I'm crying
Whose gonna hold my hand when I'm dying
Whose gonna set me right when everything is wrong
Whose gonna love me when you're gone
I always blow it with other women. Lady Heather, or Terry, was probably the last woman, besides Sara, that would probably consider going out with me. She figured me out, and she was right, that is what I fear most. That, and being alone for the rest of my life.
Sure is winter goes and comes around again
I will be my own undoing in the end
I find the answers I've been searching for in your good bye kiss
Cause I don't deserve you and you don't deserve this
I'm always so absorbed in my job. Maybe it's my job that turned me like this. It's hard for me to show emotion. I don't know how to act. Warrick was right, I am a robot. I don't show emotion. Maybe it's because I don't know how.
Whose gonna dry my tears when I'm crying
And whose gonna hold my hand when I'm dying
Whose gonna set me right when everything is wrong
And whose gonna love me when you're gone
I don't remember much about being a kid. Actually, all of the memories I have of my childhood is doing experiments and studying. I know that there's more, but I can't seem to remember what they are. I don't remember my dad, but I do remember my mom. She loved me, so why did I turn out like this?
Leave the happy till the darkness comes
And raged till the night
Till the night
Why wouldn't it work with Sara? She is a responsible and caring woman. I've known her for a long time, so it's not like we are strangers. We wouldn't have to take it fast. She probably wouldn't want to do it fast anyway. Wait, what am I talking about? She just asked me out to dinner. Why did I have such a problem with that?
Whose gonna dry my tears when I'm crying
And whose gonna hold my hand when I'm dying
Whose gonna set me right when everything is wrong
And whose gonna love me when you're gone
Why wouldn't it work with Sara? Why can't I go out to dinner with her? Maybe she's still here. I need to go find her, before it's too late.
Whose gonna love me when you're gone
Baby when you're gone
And whose gonna love me when you're gone
A/N: The song is called "When You're Gone" by Richard Marx. Also, I couldn't find the lyrics anywhere so I just listened to it and typed it down. So for those of you who actually know the song, I'm sorry if it's wrong. You can get the song off of iTunes. The story sounds good if you listen to it while you read it. Ok, thats all, sorry to bore you all with that. R&R is very nice! :)
-GottaGetGreg