AN: Drabble Alert! IDK why- it just had to be written. Mistakes are all mine (not beta’d) - b/c Keegan Elizabeth never sees the morning- EVER.

Weak Awakening

He had thought of himself as a smart man- that being headstrong was a good and proper thing. That not acknowledging the inner self made him better.

He felt things- yes- he had stirrings of emotion. It was the perfection of not showing them that he had secretly prided upon.

Somehow, between a mental asylum and a buried box, his resolve wavered, his pride morphed into a shameful awakening.

Gil Grissom was weakening. And it was the most powerful thing he’d ever experienced.

This was how he had come to be in her bed, over and under and beside her- humble and strong.

Her long legs, those brown eyes, the feminine panting of breath and the single tear on her cheek all telling him, showing him that he was never smart or proper or good- until now.

The End