Spoilers: Weeping Willows
Summary: Catherine decides her taste in men cannot be trusted and forces Gil to find her a date
Tuesday"Hey you!"
Gil Grissom looked up from his mountain of paperwork to see Catherine Willows standing in his doorway.
"Hello Catherine. Can I help you with something?" She walked into his office, closing the door behind her. Gil put his pen down as she took a seat on the other side of his desk.
"Actually, yes. I need a date. And I need you to find one for me." She flashed a mischievous grin towards him.
"Excuse me?" He took his glasses off, a look of confusion taking over his face.
"Well, after the whole thing with Chris and the mess with Adam Novak and you're reaction to it all I've decided that the problem is me. That I do not know how to find a man for myself. And since I don't want a repeat of what happened between us after that Novak creep I'm going to let you find me a date."
"Are you serious?" Gil couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Yes. And you only have till Saturday night. Lindsey's sleeping over at her friend's house and I'm off. And you need to tell me where he's taking me by Thursday so I'll have time to figure out what to wear." Catherine sat back, crossing her legs and arms. He wasn't getting out of this.
"Cath, this is ridiculous." Gil mirrored her pose on his side of the desk. She wasn't getting away with this one.
"No, it's not. This way, if he's a jerk it's your fault and you can't yell at me."
"I won't yell at you," he said a little louder than necessary.
"You'll be disappointed in me."
"I just don't like seeing you hurt," he said with complete sincerity.
"And that's why I'm asking you to do this. I trust your judgment." Catherine's phone buzzed, she grabbed to see who was calling, "That's Jacqui, gotta go." And with that she was gone.
Gil sat at his desk for a moment as he thought about what had just transpired between the two of them. Catherine seriously expected him to find her a date by Saturday. What the hell? It was already Tuesday and she needed to know what to wear by Thursday. He wasn't a dating service. He knew damned well what she was doing. She was still pissed off about the way he reacted to the Adam Novac situation. And if Catherine was pissed off he knew he wasn't going to be in a good mood. They had managed to be civil to each other since that incident, even reclaiming a bit of closeness during Nick's kidnapping. But it had been fleeting and the tension between them was back worse than ever.
Maybe this was her way of telling him that they were going to be good again. Maybe it was her way of getting back at him for his reaction that day. Either way he felt like she was pushing him a little farther than he wanted to go. He should just tell her he isn't doing this, that the whole idea of him picking a man out for her was absurd. He knew her type and he wasn't about to fix her up with anyone like that. It always ended up with Catherine getting hurt. And why would he even try to fix her up with someone who wasn't her type? She'd just have a horrible evening and then be angry with him come Monday. And who did he know that he could fix her up with? Gil shook his head as he felt a migraine coming on.