Grissom: You any better?
Catherine (looks up at him): What are you talking about?
Grissom: Your little major-minor blow-up about Lindsey not wanting a party.
Catherine: Oh, that. Yeah. (sighs) I'm just afraid that I'm making her weird, you know?
Grissom (looks at her): No.
Catherine: I work 24/7. I have no time for my friends. My daughter rarely sees me having any fun. And, all of a sudden, she doesn't want a party. (Catherine grabs her cup and heads out the doorway. She and Grissom start down the hallway)
Grissom: And that's because of you?
Catherine: Yes. I'm her mother. She mimics me.
Grissom: Well, then she'll be fine. I mean, look at you.
Catherine: You're just saying that to make me feel better.
Grissom: Yeah. (behind them, Sara steps out into the hallway from the garage carrying a roll of tape)
Sara: Hey Grissom....could you come tape me up? (without waiting for an answer, Sara ducks back into the room. Grissom turns to look at Catherine)
Grissom: I love my work.
Catherine: It shows.