Sara: How much do you think a night like this would cost?
Catherine: Heather told me, five years ago she was clearing twenty grand a week. And that was before ladyheather.com.
Sara: … What is she like?
Catherine: Beautiful, smart, intense… charming. The only woman I’ve ever seen rattle Grissom. I mean, he kinda liked that forensic anthropologist, Teri Miller, remember her?
Catherine: But she wasn’t enough of a challenge for him. Heather, on the other hand, uninhibited and can beat him at mental chess. They had chemistry and he is a scientist. I have no proof and I know he’d never tell me, but I’m certain they spent the night together… I wonder which one wore the chaps.
Sara: [clears her throat] Lots of coins and toothpicks, they don’t sweep under here.
Catherine: More power to him, really, to find someone outside of work, ‘cause… you start fishing from the company pier and asking for trouble.
Sara: I got a shot glass. Looks like there’s some lipstick around the rim.
Catherine: My fantasy does not include costumes. Or pain. And certainly not sawdust.
CSI, 7x23 Th Good, the Bad and the Dominatrix