I love, love, LOVE flirty Brass. He is just too cool. I love him like this. I want to see him with someone so much.
Now I know all the Grissom/Sara fans are wetting their pants right about now but if I were a casual viewer, I'd be all WTF about that end scene. I mean, I thought it was okay and all but the writers could have at least given some sort of set up to it. Otherwise, I'm just going WTF? It seemed so...left field.
I pretty much equate my GSRism and TPTB with an emotionally abusive relationship on good days and on not as good days, the Stockholm syndrome. They have strung me along all these years teasing me, only giving me crumbs to subsit on. So, a look is a repast, a word is a feast, a touch is a bacchanal...any tender mercies from their hands are a cause for jubilation. It is sick, it is sad and it is what I live for.
Do I agree the scene came out of left field? Yep. Do I care? Nope. Am I a squeeing, idiot fangirl? You betcha! ;)
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Now I know all the Grissom/Sara fans are wetting their pants right about now but if I were a casual viewer, I'd be all WTF about that end scene. I mean, I thought it was okay and all but the writers could have at least given some sort of set up to it. Otherwise, I'm just going WTF? It seemed so...left field.
I pretty much equate my GSRism and TPTB with an emotionally abusive relationship on good days and on not as good days, the Stockholm syndrome. They have strung me along all these years teasing me, only giving me crumbs to subsit on. So, a look is a repast, a word is a feast, a touch is a bacchanal...any tender mercies from their hands are a cause for jubilation. It is sick, it is sad and it is what I live for.
Do I agree the scene came out of left field? Yep. Do I care? Nope. Am I a squeeing, idiot fangirl? You betcha! ;)