Sara:
I know what I'll do. I'll write a letter and... and... okay I don't know, I haven't thought that far ahead. Okay start with the letter Sidle then figure the rest out.
'Dear Catherine'... no, no, no! Type it you fool she'll know it's you otherwise! Well... ah... that is kinda the point here. Okay, here we go again.
'Dearest Catherine'... You can do this Sidle, just write what's in your heart.
In the end I finally got it on paper, everything that I'm feeling but now what to do with it? Ah... locker? No, never work, office? Someone might read it, mail box? Where do you live again? Okay, okay, I think we'll just go with the office idea.
For the next couple of shift's I am so antsy that maybe you got my letter but that you either haven't read it or that you are ignoring me. You know I really hate this shift split thing, it's killing me. I can't even tell if you're ignoring me or not!
Everyday I miss you more. I wonder how you are, I wonder how Lindsey is. I wonder if the guys miss us. I don't think they do. Some day's are worse than the other's. I really miss you on the really bad day's but on the good one's I just ask myself - what would you do, I do that in some of my cases too.
It seem's that no matter what I do lately reminds me of you and I can't seem to get you out of my head. I tried today to beg Griss to try and get our team back together. I really miss you Cath. I'm sorry you'd have to give up your promotion but I miss you a lot and I need you here with me on graveshift. I miss you.
Catherine:
Today when I arrived at work I saw the envelope sitting there on my desk. I was almost afraid to open it. Eventually my criosity got the better of me. My name was written on it in very delicate handwritting.
'Dearest Catherine,
First I had better start by telling you that in the five and a bit years we worked together, I fell in love with you. I couldn't go another day without telling you. I need you to know that I never expected anything to come of me telling you and that is why I kept it from you.
The night that Eddie was murdered I wanted so badly to tell you, hold you and just be there for you but I knew that it wasn't allowed. You would never feel the same way about me so I kept it hidden.
I don't know why you and I never got along, I always thought that it was because you were threatened by my presence or if it was because you thought I was going to take over your case. It was never my intention to make you feel threatened by my presence. I really do love you Cath.
My love always,
Sara Sidle'
Oh my god, Sara. That was so beautifully written. How do I compete with that show of affection? You and I both know I'm not very good with words. A good day for us means me going home early and spending time with Lindsey and a bad day means staying at work longer than I need to, so talking to you wouldn't work.
Breakfast... would you agree? Letter... no not good with words! Talking... I don't see you enough anymore, wish I'd gotten day shift! What else?... Guess breakfast may be a good idea. The diner where we used to go.
I'll write a note to tell you where and when to meet me. Now what to do with it? Stick it to your locker... no the guy's would see it or uh... Greg or Grissom. Grissom... he wouldn't read it if it was sealed. I'll write a sticky note to put onto the envelope for Grissom telling him to pass it onto you.