Gil Grissom : My God. She was at the crime scene.
Nick Stokes : So she salvages the car, and somehow gets it out to the desert, and grabs Sara, and puts her under it?
Warrick Brown : I don't get it. What does Sara have to do with bleach?
Catherine Willows : I don't know. This just feels different.
Gil Grissom : It is different.
[flashback to crime scene where Grissom takes a camera from Sara and caresses her arm]
Gil Grissom : This girl holds me responsible for the death of Ernie Dell. I took away the only person she ever loved, so she's gonna do the same thing to me
[everyone looks confused]
Gil Grissom : Hey Natalie. My name's Gil. It's so nice to finally meet you. I-um, probably shouldn't say this, but I'm a huge fan. I've been a crime scene investigator for 22 years, and worked over 2,000 homicides, and you are by far... the best I've ever seen. I mean, you're such a great artist. And to be so young, and so talented, and... so pretty. I've thought about you every night for the last nine months. I even tried to do what you do. I built my own miniature.
[Natalie nods her head]
Gil Grissom : You saw it? How'd I do?
Gil Grissom : You play chess?
[Natalie shakes her head]
Gil Grissom : I play. It's a hobby. Quiets my mind, you know? Soothes me. At one point I became so consumed by it, that whenever I closed my eyes I could see the chess pieces moving all around the board. I was obsessed with correcting all my bad moves. I wondered if a game could ever be played without a mistake. I'd love to play you sometime. I'm so impressed by the way you embraced your passion. You'd make a great CSI. This last one was brilliant. You studied our crime scene so well, tracking the car to the junkyard, and then towing it all the way out to the desert where you knew we wouldn't find it. And then, the way you killed Sara.
Natalie : [shaking her head] I didn't kill her.
Gil Grissom : You didn't?
Natalie : [Natalie shakes her head] This is about her. Her, her, her. It's always about her.
Gil Grissom : No, it isn't Natalie. It's about you.
Natalie : [Natalie cuts him off] It's always about her.
[she takes a blade from her mouth and slashes Grissom's throat and watches as he bleeds. Then in a baby voice]
Natalie : Oh sad was the day for the little bisque doll, for they cut all her stitches away, and found the seat of the terrible ache. T'was a delicate task...
Gil Grissom : [not cut, for it was all in her imagination] Natalie listen to me. Tell me where she is.
Natalie : For none of the doctor's had ever before...
Gil Grissom : Natalie.
Natalie : ...performed on a dolly's inside...
Gil Grissom : Please tell me where Sara is.
Natalie : ...They tried to re-stuff her, but didn't know how, and this was her wail as she died...
Gil Grissom : [yelling] Stop it! Just stop this!
Gil Grissom : Tell me where Sara is!
Natalie : ...I've got a pain in my sawdust. That's what's the matter with me.
[voice over, overturned car]
Natalie : Something is wrong on my little inside. I'm just as sick as can be. Don't let me faint, someone get a fan.
[a hand clawing at the ground from under the car]
Natalie : Someone please run for the medicine man. Everyone hurry as fast as you can, 'cause I've got a pain in my sawdust.