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Spoilers: Nope

Thursday, end of shift

Catherine had made it back to the lab a little over an hour ago, logging in evidence with Warrick and Greg before going to talk to Gil. On her way there she ran into Hodges.

"Catherine, can I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure." Catherine followed Hodges back to his lab.

"I don't know quite how to ask you this, but…" Hodges halted. He was visibly nervous about something. "I was doing some, uh, research on some evidence that came in earlier and I accidentally came across your…" He stopped again. Catherine was a supervisor and he knew he was on shaky ground at the moment.

"You came across my what?" Catherine glowered at him. "Well?"

"It was your…" Hodges scratched his collar. "…E-Harmony profile. And I thought since you were looking maybe we could have dinner Saturday?"

"Hodges, that's very flattering, but no thank you. I already have plans" She rushed out of his lab towards Gil's office.

Gil was busy feeding Harry when Catherine burst through his door.

"HODGES! YOU ASKED HODGES TO TAKE ME OUT?" Catherine was pushing Gil back towards his wall. Gil was more than a little confused at the moment. He'd never ask Hodges to take Catherine out, well maybe if his only choices were Ecklie and Hodges, but not in the real world. Catherine was more furious than he had ever seen her. She had him pinned against his office wall, screaming at him and pounding her finger into his chest, something he found surprisingly stimulating at the moment.

"Damn it, Gil. I asked you to do this for me because I trusted you! And what do you do? You ask Hodges. Of all the men in this lab you asked Hodges. I'm surprised you didn't ask Ecklie. I never get a Saturday night off, especially with Lindsey out of the house. How could you…"

Gil started to regain some of his senses and grabbed her hand to stop her pounding him.

"What the hell are you screaming about? I never asked Hodges anything." He tried to get past Catherine. She wasn't budging though.

"Bullshit! I just came from his lab. He wants me to go to dinner with him. Said something about a profile he saw." She was standing nose to nose with Gil now, her breathing matching her elevated pulse.

"Catherine, please…" Gil somewhat tried to move away, he didn't want to because an angry Catherine was very much a turn on. It didn't matter anyway because she had him pinned securely. He wasn't moving until she was good and ready for him to move.

"Cath, just listen to me for a minute, ok. I never asked Hodges to take you out. The only person in the lab that I asked was Warrick and he already had plans. I'm sure he would have accepted otherwise."

Catherine just stared at him. Why the hell would he ask Warrick? Sure he was physically attractive. He most definitely was physically attractive, but she never really thought of him as anything more than a friend. And why was she thinking about this now, she was angry with Gil.

"And Greg?"

"What? I never asked Greg…" Gil figured this was probably a very good time to seriously get out of her reach.

"I've talked to Greg. You told him what I asked you to do and now I've got to take him to Chuck E. Cheese with Lindsey and she hates that place."

Gil laughed. Then he realized his mistake in laughing as Catherine flicked her finger hard on his temple.

"Ouch!" Gil brought his hand to his head and rubbed the spot.

"Serves you right." Gil flicked her on her shoulder. "Ouch!" Catherine jumped back and Gil escaped her grasp.

"Payback." Gil said smugly.

Catherine was beyond pissed now. How dare he flick her back? She came around his desk full of fury and flicked him in the back of the head.

"You shouldn't flick women. It's not poli—OUCH!" Gil had meant to flick her in the arm but she had turned at the last minute and he got her breast instead. Catherine had wrapper her arms around her chest and dropped her head.

"Catherine, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" He reached for her shoulder providing Catherine with the opening she needed. In one swift move she gave him a purple nurple as payback.

"Damn it! Cath I flicked your breast by accident."

"You still flicked it." She turned to leave his office. "What the hell?"

Gil pinched her ass. Twice. Catherine walked slowly back to him, a determined look in her eye.

"Catherine. Catherine, stop. Catherine, what are you doing?" He was backing away from her. "Catherine, whatever you're thinking stop it."

She had closed the distance between them.

"I believe you're a pinch or two ahead of me, Grissom." She wrapped her arm around his waist and was reaching for his ass. Unfortunately, this move left her frontside open to Gil. She grabbed his ass at the same time he grabbed her breast to give her a purple nurple and they both froze as they realized where their hands were and how close they were to each other. Gil opened his mouth to speak when he heard the door start to open. They jumped apart, but not soon enough.

"Hey, I got the…whoa! Am I interrupting something here?" It was Jim with a file in his hand.

"Just the punchline, Jim," Catherine said as she left the room.

"Sorry, buddy, didn't realize you too were back on good terms." He was chuckling out loud.

"What? No, no. We were arguing over something." Gil's face reddened. Yes, they had been arguing but there was something else there at the end of the argument when they were touching. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Yeah, last time I 'argued' was two years ago. And I didn't get those little red marks all over me."

"Nice to know. Now how can I help you?" Gil took his seat behind his desk and shuffled papers around hoping it would make him feel productive.

The door opened again. It was Catherine.

"Gil, you never did tell me who I'm going out with on Saturday and where. Got to plan the wardrobe." She really didn't mind Jim knowing about this. He was a great friend.

"He's a wonderful man Catherine but he didn't want me to tell you his name. He's afraid you'd back out. He said he'll call you Saturday sometime and let you know where you are going." Gil knew that sounded horrible but she had caught him off guard and it was the best he could come up with.

"So you haven't found anyone?" He was so lying and Catherine knew it.

"Wait a minute, what are you two talking about?" Jim look from one to the other, totally confused. He was certain he had walked in on them.

"Long story short, Jim, I asked Gil to find me a date. Something he apparently cannot do." Catherine lifted her brow as she looked at Gil.

"I found you a date."

"Right."

"Catherine, you trusted me to find him. Now trust me when I say I have found you a date." He said this with the most sincerity he could muster.

Jim looked back and forth between them, fighting the laughter that threatened to erupt from his belly.

"Fine. I'm late picking up Lindsey. See you tonight." She left knowing he was lying but trusting him to find someone in spite of this.

"So who's the mystery date?" Jim took a seat in front of Gil.

"Shut up, Jim"

"Is it you?"

"No."

"So, you actually haven't found her a date yet?"

"No."

"And you just lied to Catherine."

"Yes."

"She's going to kill you."

"I know."

"So, what are you going to do?" Jim took a piece of candy out of the bowl on Gil's desk and unwrapped it. He started to put it in his mouth when he noticed the shape---a grasshopper. He wrapped it back up and returned it to the bowl.

"The date isn't supposed to be until Saturday night. I've still got time. I'll just go ahead and plan the events then whoever I find can just show up." Ideas were running through his mind as he said this.

"That's romantic. But coming from someone as emotionally crippled as you I'm afraid they'll end up at some bug museum" Jim could just picture Catherine and some mystery man on a date Gil Grissom had planned. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

"I thought you barged in here for a reason."

"Oh yeah, got a suspect pulled in for you."