Zed huffed angrily to be bossed around by such an inferior person. She wore a maid outfit, careful to cover the skin on her arms and legs. She wore the white dist mask, and the stupid frilly hair accessory maids wore. If anything, she looked like she worked at a mortuary. She took her broom with her. “Where?” she asked, her frustration clear in her tone.
William Petersen: We finally have sex? Believe me, it’s been brewing all along. For me, anyway. Marg Helgenberger: Catherine would love to have a roll in the sack with Grissom! Petersen: They have this understanding with each other. There’s a different kind of respect Grissom has for Catherine that would preclude a relationship on that level. The very thing that was wrong with Grissom and Sara is what he wouldn’t allow to happen with him and Catherine.