disclaimer: I don't own CSI, if I did the characters would do my biding. But they belong to Jerry Brukheimer. The song is "You Make Me Feel Brand New" by The Stylistics, is not mine either. It would be nice though. But no...
a/n: I heard the song over the radio.I knew it was an oldie so i had to ask one of my older coworkers. If she knew i'm calling her old she'll have a fit. But anyone older than me is older, and i will always be younger...
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Don't Let Go
"May I have this dance?"
She opens her eyes slowly and looks up at me. The lyrics of The Stylistics slowly fills her. She smiles and offers her hand. I smile as I take her hand in mine.
My hand is cold and shaking, she entwines her fingers in mines, steadying me.
"Just a little nervous," I say smiling.
She squeezes my hand, "I got you, Greg."
Yes, you do, Catherine. You got me. Please don't let go, because I don't want to fall.
I slip my other hand gently around her waist as she rests her other hand on my shoulder. She hums along with the music, and I whisper the words along.
And we slowly dance.
My love, I'll never find the words, my love
To tell you how I feel, my love
Mere words could not explain
Precious love, you hold my life within your hands
Created everything I am
Taught me how to live again
Only you, cared when I needed a friend
Believed in me through thick and thin
This song is for you, filled with gratitude and love.
Her arms goes across my shoulder in an embrace as she brings herself closer to me. She slowly rests her head on my chest.
God, I know she can hear my heart beating so fast.
"It's okay, Greg," she whispers, "I'm nervous too." She pauses then asks, "how did you know?"
"The song? I told you, I heard you hum it."
"But how did you know that this is the one?"
I look at her and grin, "I told you, I'm very observant."
"Really, Greg." I love it when her eyes twinkle like that in disbelief.
"After a long and tiring shift, you'd sometimes sit back in the breakroom and close your eyes and you hum it. And then you smile. I figured you're picturing yourself slow dancing with someone to the song."
She continues to smile. "But now the guy I'm dancing with in my mind finally has a face."
I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her. Please don't let it end.
God bless you
You make me feel brand new
For God bless me with you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this song for you
Make me feel brand new.
My love, whenever I was insecure
You built me up and made me sure
You gave my pride back to me
Precious friend, with you I will always have a friend
You're someone who I can depend
To walk the path that sometimes bends.
We're still dancing but all I can see around me is a haze. Like a black and white silent movie and I'm watching my past go by in blurry and pale scenes. It all stops when it comes to the present, where me and Catherine are. As if my soul is watching us dance. All the colors are within us. Such serenity, peace and comfort envelop me. I've been searching for so long and finally I feel like I'm finally home, here with Catherine. This, forever.
We dance as one.
But the question persists in my mind. Does she feel the same? Will she feel the same? Or is she caught up in the moment? Will it be over when the music stops?
Without you
Life has no meaning or rhyme
Like notes to a song out of time
How can I repay you for having faith in me?
God bless you
You make me feel brand new
For God bless me with you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this song for you.
The song is over. The silence becomes so loud that I'm to let her go.
I can feel my breathing quicken and my heart pounding so hard that I can hear it. Can she feel it?
"Catherine?" I lift her chin up to look at me and whisper, "I don't want this song to end."
I look into her eyes. My heart is pleading, with all sincerity, I don't want it to end. I love her. I love her. I love her.
I love this woman whom I'm holding. I don't want to let go.
But in her eyes I see questions. Asking me am I real?
Yes, I assure her with my heart and soul.
I find my voice andswallow hard.
In a hoarse whisper I say to her, "Cath, I don't want this to stop."
She doesn't answer. She tightens her arms around me. I feel her breathing rise faster. Her head presses against my chest.
Is she crying?
I say her name gently, "Catherine? I'm here. It's okay, I wont let go. I promise."
"Don't promise me anything, Greg." she says in between tears, "don't promise me anything. I've been there with promises. So don't make them."
"Catherine…"
"Don't, Greg. Please don't."
"Cath.."
"Just hold me, Greg, okay? Just hold me."
I continue to hold her. And I let her cry. I silently promise her that I wont let go.
Even without music, are bodies still move as one.
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