Winning for Losing
1. Playing the Odds
She was just being facetious. She didn't know if he knew that when he proposed a dinner if she won their little bet on college basketball to help her better understand the point of what their victim might have been killed over.
"What do I get if I win?" She asked.
"How about a fabulous dinner?" He asked.
Catherine knew that she had a look of surprise on her face when Warrick proposed dinner and she, in her own subtle way, accepted. Their eyes said that it would be more than just a casual dinner together as coworkers. Whomever said that the eyes were windows to the soul, they had never been more right than now. She saw the confidence in his green eyes and from that she knew that he knew that she was going to say yes to any opportunity with him alone.
Supervisor or no, I'm playing the odds, Warrick thought to himself. Life is short, she's available, and she's my soul mate. I'm not letting her get away again.
Catherine felt the blush creeping up her cheeks as she looked at Warrick. Her heart was beating fast and she felt the flush of flattery and something else that she didn't want to quite mention yet.
She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was intent on taking her out to dinner, and that he didn't care about whether she was his supervisor or not?
What does he see in me? Catherine wondered to herself. I'm older, I've got a child, and I'm his supervisor! Wait, who am I? Grissom? This could turn out to be better than I'm thinking it is.
They sat in silence for several minutes, finishing up the Hartford-Charlotte game.
Oh, just take a chance, Catherine thought to herself. I think I love him.