(Sara answers the door holding a beer and she sees Grissom standing there)
Sara: Well if you're here, it can't be good.
Grissom: Can I come in?
Sara: Wanna ask me if I'm drunk? (smiles)
Grissom: We both know that's not your problem. I spoke to Catherine.
Sara (nods): Ecklie?
Grissom: He wants me to fire you.
Sara: I figured. (sighs) Can I get you anything?
Grissom: Sure, an explanation.
Sara: I... lost my temper.
Grissom: That seems to be happening quite a bit. Do you know why? (Sara moves over to the window, Grissom leans on the kitchen counter)
Sara: What difference does it make? I'm still fired.
Grissom (softly): It makes a difference to me.
Sara: I have a problem with authority. I choose men who are emotionally unavailable. (motions to Grissom) I'm self-destructive. All of the above.
Grissom: "Have you ever gone a week without a rationalization?" (Sara rolls her head at him) It's from the Big Chill. One of the characters explaining a basic fact of life, (Sara moves closer) that rationalizations are more important to us than... sex even.
Sara: I am not rationalizing anything. I crossed the line with Catherine, and I was insubordinate to Ecklie.
Sara (shakes her head): Leave it alone.
Grissom (insistent): No, Sara.
Sara: What do you want from me?
Grissom: I want to know why you're so angry. (she glares at him)
(Goes to commercials)(Sara and Grissom sit facing each other. The light from the setting sun filters through the darkening room)
Sara: It's funny... the things that you remember and the things that you don't, you know? There was a smell of iron in the air. Cast-off on the bedroom wall. There was this young cop puking his guts. I remember the woman who took me to foster care. I can't remember her name, which is strange, you know, 'cause I couldn't let go of her hand.
Grissom: Well... the mind has its filters.
Sara: I do remember the looks. I became the girl whose father was stabbed to death. Do you think there's a murder gene?
Grissom: I don't believe that genes are a predictor of violent behavior.
Sara: You wouldn't know that in my house. The fights, the yelling, the trips to the hospital. I thought it was the way that everybody lived. When my mother killed my father, I found out that it wasn't. (Sara starts to cry. Grissom reaches out and holds her hand)