From Sara with love, a CSI fanfic

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-carrie-

DISCLAIMER: I own neither CSI nor “From Sarah with love” by Sarah Connor

From Sara with love

For so many years we were friends
and yes I always knew what we could do
but so many tears in the rain
felt the night you said
that love had come to you
I thought you were not my kind
I thought that I could never feel for you
the passion and love you were feeling
and so you left for someone new
and now that you're far and away
I'm sending a letter today

He looked at the piece of paper on his desk and wished he was far, very far away… It was already two weeks ago, when got the call. She had gone to a seminar in San Francisco and never came back. He couldn’t believe it. It made his heart broken. He never had had the chance to tell her, what he always had wanted to tell her… Never. He wouldn’t see her again, work with her… His chances were left out. He couldn’t be with her again, and he didn’t want to be anymore. He took the letter her lawyer gave him, and took a deep breath.

From Sarah with love
she'd got the lover she is dreaming of
she never found the words to say
but I know that today
she's gonna send her letter to you
From Sarah with love
she took you picture to the stars above
and they told her it is true
she could dare to fall in love with you
so don't make her blue when she writes to you
from Sarah with love

Dear Grissom, my love…

At first, “hey”… You know, I like this. Sorry… that I likeD this. I know. When I write this letter today I’m very alive, hoping for another chance. But when you read this letter, I will be underground. May be you remember, when I told you, that you might be too late. Now I know, that I’m definitely too late. But there are things you have to know. Things I never told you. But things I want you to know. I told you so much about me. Everything about my childhood, my family, my problems… but there was always that one thing I was frightened of. Every night I needed a long time to fall asleep. You wanna know why?

You.

You haunted me in my dreams, you filled my thoughts, and everywhere was just you. Nobody else made me feel like you and sometimes I dared to hope, that you feel something for me too. But you never showed me anything like that. You just looked after your bugs, read textbooks and gave assignments. I always thought you wouldn’t care for me. You would ignore me… may be I sometimes thought you wouldn’t like me. The day when I wanted to leave and you sent me the plant, I dared to hope. Dared to hope that the “relationship” between us would become better.

…

So maybe the chance for romance
is like a train to catch before it's gone
and I’ll keep on waiting and dreaming
you're strong enough to understand
as long as you're so far away
I'm sending a letter each day

He couldn’t believe that. He had always waited for the right moment. It never had come. Never. And now he was too late… too late.

…

But it never had improved. It never got better… I lay so often in my bed, asking me, what I could do. I found so many solutions, but I never dared to try them. May be you would ignore me, turn me down, or wouldn’t know, what to do about “this”. And now, it’s too late. I hate this sentence. Too late. Or do you think, it’s very beautiful…?

Once you had told me, I would be beautiful. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. But I didn’t dare to take the next step. Yeah, the next step is a difficult thing. Nobody knows when you can take the next step. But sometimes… you know, after the explosion and when I told you about my past, I wanted you to be a part of my life. But it never worked. Again such a sad word… never. There are so many things we never did. But was there an ‘us’?

I know, this text doesn’t make any sense, but when my lawyer told me yesterday that I should write my testament, I was very confused. I’m still, but I have to.

Grissom. I love you. And I wish that I’m strong enough to tell you in the future, but when I’m not, you will get this letter. Please go on, don’t read this letter to often. My hand writing is not that beautiful… I love you…

From Sara with love

From Sarah with love
she'd got the lover she is dreaming of
She never found the words to say
but I know that today
she's gonna send her letter to you
From Sarah with love
she's gotta know what you are thinking of
'cause every little now and then
and again and again
I know her heart cries out for you
From Sarah with love
she's got the lover she is dreaming of
never found - words to say
but today, but today
From Sarah with love
she took you’re picture to the stars above
and they told her it is true
she could dare to fall in love with you
so don't make her blue when she writes to you
from Sarah with love

It was like somebody had switched off his brain, like somebody had turned out every light around him. She had loved him, but never had said something, because she was frightened of him… It sent cold showers down his spine, forcing him to shiver. She was dead. And he had sent her to San Francisco.

His cell phone disturbed his thoughts. Answering it, his heart stopped beating.

“Grissom.”

“Griss? Is that you? You must help me… I…”

And then the connection was cut off. But he didn’t have to hear more. He knew it was her voice. She wasn’t dead…

So don't make me blue
when I write to you
from Sarah with love

(TBC?)

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