Fun and Games: Poetry & Limericks: Poetry

CSI, By Style Of Seuss by Manda
Author's Note: I did this with the X-Files, and thought I might be able to do it again with CSI...so here goes! Disclaimer: CSI belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS...
"Grissom!" The name was clear. "Grissom!" And Catherine, then, supressed a grin. Her boss was sitting in his chair, and didn't know that she was there. "Grissom!" So Cath tried once again, And Grissom turned, to meet her grin. Catherine: "I'm off to fly to Reno, Gil. And yes, I will be dressed to kill. So Warrick said he'd cover me, So you've got him, instead of me." Grissom: "But Catherine, what about the shift? I need you here- I need the lift. Was that tonight?" Catherine: "I memo'ed you once, e-mailed you twice.." Grissom: "Then you should try again, for thrice." Catherine: "My trip will be by plane, not train. And I heard it's supposed to rain. Although I'll have my boots and coat, and hope that we won't take a boat." Grissom: "I'm glad you'll go by plane, not train. And damn it, Cath, you hate the rain. Do you have time to get your coat? I don't think Vegas has a boat." Catherine: "I think I'll jog before I go. But I don't hate the rain, no, no. And yes, I have time for my coat. But you know..I won't need the boat." Grissom: "But Catherine, please, you just can't go. I need you now, I need you so. Forget your coat, forget the rain...I need you now, I'll say it plain." Catherine: "But think of Sam- he needs me too. He wouldn't want me here with you. I need to go, I need to, Gil. I'll call you when I land- I will." So Grissom frowned and Catherine sighed, and wished she'd gone and never tried. Grissom: "All right, Cath- yes, I understand. And please, do call me when you land." She left at last, and he sat there. And Warrick came, and was aware. Warrick: Cath told me that she had to go. She's sorry, Gris- she's sorry, though." Grissom: "I didn't want her to go now. I tried the best that I knew how. I want her here, you know I do. I can't believe I'm telling you. I love her, Warrick, very much. And already, I so miss her touch." Warrick:"Her plane leaves at five-thirty-eight. I know it- she thought she'd be late. If you can hurry, catch her now." Grissom: "It's ten past five- she's nearly there." Warrick: "You get there- tell her that you care."
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