BLUEBEARD
Disclaimer: Not mine; I just do what the voices in my head tell me to.
"They're beautiful," and his hand stretched out to lightly skim the glass that showcased his collection "don't you think?"
Sara made a moué. She had come to his display cases with her arms folded over her chest.
For a long moment he studied her as she studied the delicate creatures, emotions carefully kept from her serious face. "Yes." She was definite and thoughtful, her voice sad. "They are beautiful Grissom." Her hand gently came down, flat on the glass. "But they're dead."
She pulled her hand swiftly back as though the glass could burn her. "And that's all they'll ever be."
She turned to face him, the eye contact almost making him flinch. "And I know it's easier to love dead things Grissom, really, I do it everyday." Her hand almost came to his face but she pulled back hiding it in her pocket. "But loving things that live...it's harder because then they might love you back."