Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, or Joe Nichols, I only own the idea. Hey, if I did own them, there would be much shipper love. This takes place at the beginning of the fourth season, or there about.

GSR: Cool to be a Fool.

Grissom stood alone in the lab. Pouring over case files and evidence. Sara had waited with him for hours, but had finally left. He poured himself a drink and set the glass on his desk.

Here I sit; nobody with no one. Being me ain't really all that fun. Leavin' her wasn't very smart. Admittin' was wrong, wouldn't be so hard. If it was cool to be a fool, I'd be the hippest guy around. If heart ache made you famous I'd be known from town to town. If tears were made of pennies, and a cold beer brought her back, my bank account and self esteem would both be in the black. And if some Hollywood producer, made a movie that was sad, about some guy who lost, the best thing he ever had, hey I could be a star, if it were cool to be a fool.

He looked up from his work; a picture on his desk asked him why he was still there. Sara had given him the picture for Christmas. It had been taken in San Francisco, when he first met her and when he had truly loved her. He loved her now, but he was confused. She wasn't just a student anymore, she worked for him, and he was her boss! He needed to think this through, but what if it was too late. He loved the picture, he like keep his past with him. The picture reminded him of what love was, although he highly doubted that she realized how much it meant to him.

But we all know, the way it really is, you don't get recognized for doing things like this. You spend a lot of time, feeling sorry for yourself, it doesn't really mean that much to anybody else. If it was cool to be a fool, I'd be the hippest guy around. If heart ache made you famous I'd be known from town to town. If tears were made of pennies, and a cold beer brought her back, my bank account and self esteem would both be in the black. And if some Hollywood producer, made a movie that was sad, about some guy who lost, the best thing he ever had, hey I could be a star, if it were cool to be a fool.

Grissom sat down, looked at the picture for a moment, and he was back on that beach. The sun was in his hair, which was still jet black at the time. Sara was wearing something that hardly passed as a bikini. In the picture she was wearing a sun dress, but she'd worn a swim suit after it was taken. A tourist had taken the photo for them. Grissom took a deep breath and he could smell the salt water and fell the sand beneath his feet. He remembered the day so vividly it might have been the day before. A picnic lunch in the park, swimming in the ocean with Sara, the picture and home. He'd taken her out to a fancy restaurant, and if he could live that day again, he may have proposed. She looked so happy, and now he'd hurt her too much to even imagine. He took another drink and got lost in the memory. He wished he could do it over, but now it was too late. Or was it?

If it was cool to be a fool, I'd be the hippest guy around. If heart ache made you famous I'd be known from town to town. If tears were made of pennies, and a cold beer brought her back, my bank account and self esteem would both be in the black. And if some Hollywood producer, made a movie that was sad, about some guy who lost, the best thing he ever had, hey I could be a star, if it were cool to be a fool.

Grissom picked up the phone and dialled a number he knew off by heart. How many times had he dialled that number and hung up before actually calling it? He wanted to fix the stupid mistake that he'd made, and this was the only way he knew how. Sara picked up the phone, and said hello. For a moment, Grissom was frozen, he didn't say anything. She said hello again and he regained his composure.

"Hi, Sara. It's, Gil. You want to get something to eat?"

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