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3X02 - The Accused Is Entitled
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 A lawyer is questioning Sara regarding evidence in a recent case; she brings up the case from 2x05 - Scuba Doobie Doo MARJORIE WESCOTT: You do get emotionally involved though, with the men on your cases. Hank Peddigrew isn't the first time. SARA: Excuse me? MARJORIE WESCOTT: A murder investigation at the residence of one Charles Renteria. Eyewitness stated he saw you and your supervisor Gil Grissom standing alone outside and you were touching him in a romantic gesture. SARA: I brushed chalk from his face. MARJORIE WESCOTT: Is that what they're calling it now? DISTRICT ATTORNEY: Objection, your honor. SARA: Drywall dust. We were looking for a body. MARJORIE WESCOTT: It's a fair question, your honour. Just how far will Ms. Sidle go on the evidence to please her boss, Gil Grissom, whether he returns her attentions or not? GRISSOM: You look nice. SARA: Thanks. (pause) Wish me luck. (turning to leave) GRISSOM: Sara? ...Whatever happens in court, it's not because you're seeing this guy. (Sara is quiet.) GRISSOM: You deserve to have a life. 3x03 - Let The Seller Beware
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SARA: I'm, uh... Sorry I missed your page. (Grissom looks up again) SARA: It's just, um... You tell me to get a life and then I get one, and then you expect me to be there at a moment's notice. It's, uh... Confusing. (Grissom is speechless, by the time he has taken off his glasses and looked back up... She's gone.) 3X09 - Blood Lust
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GRISSOM: [speech about the case] ...I need you. SARA: (long pause, ending with a smile) How can I help?  
GRISSOM: I don't need one. I have you. 3x22 - Play With Fire
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  GRISSOM: (concerned, he kneels down. quietly) Are you okay? SARA: (dazed) Uh-huh. GRISSOM: Honey, this doesn't look good. SARA: (shakes her head) It's fine. (looks at Grissom) Cleanup's going to be something. We should get started. GRISSOM: You need to get stitches. SARA: (shaking head) I'm okay. GRISSOM: (shouts) Would you take care of her hand, please? SARA: Would you like to have dinner with me? GRISSOM: *pause* No. SARA: Why not? Let's ... let's have dinner. Let's see what happens. GRISSOM: Sara ... I don't know what to do about… (makes a hand gesture between them, doctor's card still in his hand.) this. SARA: I do. You know, by the time you figure it out, you really could be too late. (Sara turns and leaves. Grissom stares after her. He takes a step forward, then reaches out and turns off his office lights. He leaves.) |