Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of these songs.

A/N: I hope everyone had a great holiday(s)! And Happy New Year! Welcome 2011! So I had this idea because I've been listening to the Speak Now album non-stop and I thought a collection of short drabbles would be a great way to get back into writing. I don't usually make New Years Resolution but I think mine for 2011 is to start writing fanfiction again because I really do love it. So each chapter of this story will be named after a different Taylor Swift song from Speak Now and the drabble will be based on a few lyrics from that song. I plan to do one drabble for each song (there's a total of 14 songs). In most of the next chapters the lyrics will not actually be in the story but of course, the first song, I struggled with coming up with a drabble for over an hour, so yea it kinda just worked out that way. Oh, and none of the drabbles will be related.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.

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Mine

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

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Grissom came into the living room intent on watching a baseball game only to find Sara hogging the three couch cushions. He lifted her sock clad feet to sit and then dropped them onto his lap, his thumb playing gently on the arch of her foot.

"Gil," she said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

"Hmm?" he responded, not moving his eyes from the game.

"You know I'm ticklish," she said, her voice taking on a warning tone.

"Is that so?" he asked innocently, proceeding to tickle the bottoms of her feet.

Stifling a laugh, she glared at him. "Stop it." He didn't cease the tickling and soon she was squirming with laughter, finally resorting to pulling her legs free from his grasp. He shifted his position on the couch, trapping her in the corner.

"Don't you dare," she threatened. He smirked, and with a playful glint in his eye, attacked her stomach.

"Are you ticklish here?" he asked. "Or here?... Maybe here?" He continued until a grin covered her face and she was clutching her stomach, laughing so hard that she couldn't get in a breath. When she was no longer gasping for air, he leaned in and captured her lips. She returned the kiss passionately, pulling away more breathless than she was before, a grin on her face. After a few deep breaths on her part, he took her in his arms and she leaned against his chest. A small smile quirking his lips, he whispered into her ear, "You are the best thing that's ever been mine." Sara smirked.

"Quoting country singers are we now, Gilbert?" she teased, fingers twisting the buttons at the collar of his shirt. "There wasn't a good Shakespeare quote for this moment?"

"Taylor Swift says it best," he said, completely sure of himself.

"Well, maybe you should go read some more sonnets. If you start quoting her at work the guys will look at you funny," she joked.

"You're probably right."

"Probably."

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A/N: I would really like it if you would review because I was really unsure about this idea. What do you think? Is it stupid? Anyone even mildly interested?