Dear Mr. Grissom, (can I call you Gil?)
So you have finally left CSI after almost a decade of keeping me company while we watched gruesome murders being investigated.
And the very minute you turned your back at me, my journey towards coping starts, beginning with the question, “What will happen to us?”
How will I survive my week without you and your odd sense of humor?
or your hidden, yet strong, compassion for your crew?
Your amazing geeky ways…
to find the evidence?
How about your quirks?
Your personal baggage?
The crossword puzzles?
The Shakespeare quotes?
And your pout?
You made me deal with you oddities, and now that I’ve gotten used to them, you decide to leave.
It’s not fair.
You left me with no choice but to accept the fact that your little night-shift family will not be the same without you.
Sigh. I should be happy for you, I know. You have finally found the happiness that you deserve. Because I understand that nothing is greater than being with the person who will make you complete…
…even if you didn’t end up with the right one.
It’s just that Gris (can I call you Gris instead?) I have to admit, CSI will not be CSI without you. Catherine’s inappropriate seductive stance, Nick’s hilariously projected concentration and Greg’s anticipated fumbles were all forgiven once I see you take charge.
It’s so sad that you will just be a pleasant memory in my mind, as I watch the next guy do your job (heard he’s good as he trained Neo to fix the matrix, you know).
As you enjoy the rest of your life in Costa Rica, please promise me that you will make your presence felt from time to time — alone (leave her there, we’ll be fine).
Goodbye Gil Grissom, you will be missed.