Emo... is not dead. I just need to get that out of the way; Emo is not dead. It really has nothing to do with what I'm thinking about but...
Having said that and debunked Grissom's hypothesis entirely... he's been acting really strange lately. I mean more than usual, because let's face it, the dude is pretty weird. Not in a bad way I mean, just... he's odd. I like that about him though, he's different and not afraid to be. Kinda like me except...
Well, I have better shirts.
But Grissom, he's pretty much the man. I mean, really, he's so smart. Like... crazy smart. I've got game, I don't deny it, but Grissom. Yeah, he pretty much knows everything about everything. It's both impressive and intimidating. Personally, I find it more intimidating than anything else.
He's got a freakin' doctorate. I mean, Ecklie doesn't have one of them... not that I'm saying Ecklie is smart or anything... I just...
I'd really like to learn more about insects, they are pretty fascinating and just damn cool. I'd like to ask him to teach me but... I can't. Something tells me that he wouldn't find that too appealing. Or maybe he would.Who knows? The man is an enigma. A title in itself , I would say. I wonder if he really knows how much we all look up to his intelligence, how much we all admire him. Enigma... a puzzle...
And then there's his issues with Sara. She's my sweetheart, forgive me for saying so but she does something to me that unhinges every fiber of my being, unhinges my DNA. I like her... a lot. And therein lies the problem. Last time I even mentioned my infatuation with the wonder that is Sara Sidle, Grissom put me on a decomp. Not just any decomp, one that had been in a car, in a landfill, in the blazing sun... for nearly a month.
Hey, I'll process a very smelly one for Sara. I just don't like getting on Grissom's bad side. He needs to see me for the good CSI I am. He needs to see me as a person, something other than the lab rat that I used to be.
Anyway, I really like Grissom. Not that I aspire to be him or anything, but it would be nice to learn to be like how he is. Did that make sense? I mean, I want to be able to simply sit down and work it all out in my head. You know, repiece the puzzle and figure it all out just because I'm so damned, argh, smart.
And brave, he's really brave even though he probably wouldn't admit it. Like when he went to give the money to that crazy asshole who kidnapped Nick. The man almost got himself blown to pieces just to try and save Nick. I mean, I'd do it in a second, but I'd likely pee myself before I even got through the doorway.
What else can I say about Grissom?
He's so accepting, unbelievably accepting. He let me get away with a lot... I mean a lot. I should thank him for that at some point...
Also, he's a great teacher. Though he makes us work for our answers. I don't think he's ever given us an answer to a problem unless we've exhausted all avenues of investigation (I sounded pretty damned good there, didn't I?).
I just, you know, want to make him proud. Oh, and I want him to like me. Not too much to ask.
Oh! My Hot Pocket is done!