Disclaimers: Not mine
ALEJANDRO THE MASSEUR
"You're not bleeding or half-dead on the ground."
"Grissom, your 911 page came during a very relaxing and very rare trip to the spa. I am now missing a much-needed appointment with Alejandro, my masseur. I expected you to be in a *lot* of pain."
"No, but if you don't give me a good reason for your 911 page, you will be."
"I need your help."
"Did I mention Alejandro has the most heavenly hands? Cuz he does."
"Well I'm sorry, Cath, but I think this is much more important than Alejandro and his divine hands."
"When you've been working 72 hours in a row, without so much as a wink of sleep, nothing is more important than Alejandro and his hands."
"Will you stop talking about your masseur?!"
"You know, Alejandro can do wonders for someone as wound up as you."
"Fine, fine. This better be good."
"I haven't finished my paperwork."
"Well I'm not doing it for you."
"That's not what I mean. I'm supposed to have some forms done for the Sheriff in an hour but I'm not gonna get it done by then so I was thinking maybe you could..."
"Convince him not to kill you?"
"Because he likes you."
"He doesn't like me, Grissom. He just likes me more than he likes you."
"Fine, I'll talk to him. But you owe me big time."
"I'm talking about 3 all-paid trips to the spa and Alejandro."
"I'll one-up you. I'll give you a massage myself. Believe me, after you try me, you'll never go back to Alejandro."
Catherine gave him a look and laughed before heading down the hall towards the Sheriff's office.