Grissom and Ecklie in “Fahrenheit 932”

Grissom

You son of a bitch. You swept my crime scene. You sent cleanup!

I didn't send anyone. It's been on the books for months.

Grissom

So you knew, and did nothing about it even with a man's life on the line?

If you'd have checked the docket like everybody else you would've known what was happening. Coffee? (Ecklie holds the pot out to Grissom, Grissom hits the pot out of Ecklie's hand, it flies across the room and breaks against the door) Guess you don't want cream with that. (Ecklie leaves. Grissom notices the broken glass, and how the coffee drips on to it from the door, he makes the connection with this and the melted glass from the bedroom closet at the crime scene)

Grissom

(smiles) Thanks, Ecklie.