An indepth look at the GSR scene during “Bite Me”. In the end, it’s really all about what isn’t said. In the end, it’s all about the subtext.

She was ready to forget all about Gil Grissom and the sluggishness he painted over her life, but then again, she thought that way a lot.

Pounding, she counted as her feet pounded against the pavement. She would count to a hundred, swipe at her brow with the back of her hand, begin at one again. [GSR]

Abandon didn't even begin to describe it.

Sara stuttered a bit, weighing the words in her mouth. "It's more than we'd expected, I need you to understand just how much more."

Constant, a thrumming. But why did it seem just so intense when she became... enraged. Why was that? [GSR]

Sins, sins. I am sinning. Somehow, this is too good to be anything but pure, concentrated evil. [GSR]

He was coming to drop off a file for review and she would be waiting for him, right there in the rain.

It wasn't perfect, not really. It was something really amazing, but it wasn't perfect. It wasn't perfect because perfect wasn't possible and this feeling, this sensation was all too real.

At temperatures this high, sweat wasn't sweat. It was an extra layer of skin that obstructed the cooling process. At temperatures this hot, there was no point swiping at your brow, no point in standing in the shade. GSR

Problem was... she knew exactly what she was doing. It was everyone else who seemed to be confused on that point. Post Bloodlines.

Fortyeight hours previous she had been single and alone in her Las Vegas apartment, cleaning her oven. Post 'Grave Danger'

Who is Grissom to each of them? Each member of the night shift is examined... and the real Grissom, well he's revealed. COMPLETE

But she deserved to be happy, she did. She was happy, she was. Really, really she was...

It was sad, Sara was very good friends with very many ghosts.

Forget, forget that's what I need to do. So in order to start forgetting, I have to stop speculating on all the skin, the blood, the heat and love that is you. That's what needs to start happening... right now.

Maybe you're gone but you're never really gone.

Response to a challenge. Lame Halloween party cliche. Sara is a hottie. Grissom notices. Greg acts like...Greg.

Another case of Grissom thinking... could have, would have, should have.

Motor oil on her father's hands as they tinkered with the engine, as they slammed across her face, as they stole down her body. Sara angst.

Such a muddied line between the things you want and the things you have to do...

She was lyrical poetry... GSR

They loved, they lost... two years down the road in California, can they find it again? GSR

After a case Vartann buys Nick a few drinks.

It been her intent to steal his heart...