Disclaimer: I don't anyone. The poem belongs to B.Y. Williams. Everything else belongs to CBS. A/N: I read this poem, thought it was very beautiful. This is just a short story. My take on what inspires our favorite bunch of characters. Please review.

~*~ The group of CSIs sit around the table in the diner. Here they attempt to get to know one another a little better.

"Who touched your life? Who inspired you? Anyone care to share?" asks Nick.

"Sure, I will," volunteers Sara. "My new role model is a lady I saw on, oh, what was it? Either 20/20 or Primetime. She's incredible. Her name is Ruth J. Simmons. She brought herself up from a family of sharecroppers, was the first in her family to graduate from college and became the first African/American woman to become the President of an Ivy League school. Brown University."

"Sounds like an amazing lady," says Grissom.

"Well, what about you, Gris? Who's your role model?" Warrick asks.

"I can't decide. There are so many unsung heroes out there, all worthy of our praise."

"Well, I am really inspired by Dicken's novel A Tale of Two Cities. It's so wonderful, the way Sydney Carton gives his life up for a woman whose heart belongs to another. The last line of the book gives me chills: on his way to La Guillotine in place of her husband, Carton says to Lucie 'A life you love.' Can there be a more ultimate form of self-sacrifice and selflessness?" volunteers Catherine.

"I guess, but I read the novel a long time ago, when I was still in high school. I can't remember most of it," Sara says. "What about you, Nick?"

"You can't laugh. Agreed? Okay, well, I've always kinda looked up to Tim Curry. I mean, what other straight guy, or anyone, regardless of sex orientation, would have the balls to play Dr. Frank 'N Furter? He was in that movie, struttin' his stuff. Can you imagine dressing up in drag and about 5 pounds of make-up, dancing, singing, and having sex with half of the people in a movie? People still go to the midnight screenings of that every weekend. Kudos to him for having the balls to do that."

"Yea, well what about Barry Bostwick? His character, Brad, had to do a lot of things that Curry's character did. He dressed in drag, dressed in underwear, sang and danced in heals, had sex with another man. Now at the midnight screenings, everyone yells ASSHOLE at him. I'm sure when he walks down the street people will probably yell that at him today." Grissom counterpoints.

"Hmm, never thought of it like that," says Nick.

"Okay, enough Rocky Horror. Warrick, your turn. Who inspires you?" Sara says.

"Well, I read a poem once, and it made a lot of sense. I guess I've always followed those words."

"What's the poem?" Catherine asks.

"It's called 'The Friend Who Just Stands By' and it's by B.Y. Williams. It's a beautiful, short piece. But I also love 'Iliad' and 'Odyssey' by Homer." Warrick replies.

"Well, at least everyone offered original answers. Warrick, man, I kinda want to read that poem now. Thanks, you're turning me soft," Nick says.

"Okay, it's been fun, but let's get back to work," instructs Grissom.

The Friend Who Just Stands By
By B.Y. Williams

When trouble comes your soul to try,
You love the friend that just "stands by"
Perhaps there's nothing he can do-
The thing is strictly up to you;
For there are troubles all your own,
And paths the soul must tread alone;
Times when love cannot smooth the road
Nor friendship lift the heavy load,
But just to know you have a friend
Who will "stand by" until the end,
Whose sympathy through all endures,
Whose warm handclasps is always yours-
It helps, someway, to pull you through,
Although there's nothing he can do.
And so with fervent heart you cry,
"God Bless the friend who just stands by!"