You're a primitive man on the Savannah. You see something move out of the corner of your eye. You assume its a hyena-you run-you live. If you assume it's the wind and you're wrong-you die. We have... more
Gil Grissom: My God. She was at the crime scene.
Nick Stokes: So she salvages the car, and somehow gets it out to the desert, and grabs Sara, and puts her under it?
Warrick Brown: I don't get it.... more
Lady Heather: It's people who don't come to places like this that I worry about. The ones who don't have an outlet. Say ... someone like yourself.
Grissom: Oh, I have outlets. I read. I study bugs.... more
Lady Heather: So, this is work?
Grissom: Yes, but I value your insight.
Lady Heather: I'm flattered...but you already seem to know the answers to your questions. You keep me in proximity when I... more