Friday, before shift

Gil had not slept well again. His little white lie was eating at his conscious. He had lied to Catherine. And now he had to find a way out of this before she found out and bit his head off. Or worse. Gil shuddered. While angry Catherine might have been a turn on yesterday (where was that thought coming from?) today she was a frightening image. The last time he kept something from her and she found out about she held it against him for two years. He rolled over and pulled the pillow over the top of his head. If he didn't open his eyes the day couldn't start. If he kept them closed long enough he might fall back asleep and not wake up till Sunday when this whole nightmare would be over. Unfortunately for Gil the Fates were not on his side today. Somebody was relentlessly knocking at his door.

He got out of his bed, grabbed his robe and headed for the door. When he pulled it open he was greeted by an unexpected site, one Sara Sidle with her mouth wide open.

"This cannot be good." Grissom thought to himself. To Sara he said "Come in."

She waltzed into his townhouse, threw her bag on his counter and sat her ass down in his favorite chair. This last action pissed Grissom off. That was HIS chair and only HIS. He stared coldly at her for several minutes and it never seemed to register with her. Finally he just grunted in frustration and went to his fridge to retrieve a bottle of water so he could take some more of his migraine medication. He swallowed the pills, downed the bottle of water and tossed the bottle into his trash.

"What do you want Sara? I've got an appointment and need to get ready." It was a lie.

"Really? With who?" Sara forced a curious smile to her face. She "knew" her supervisor never went out and had no friends outside his coworkers.

"It's personal. What do you want?" Somebody was definitely not in a good mood this morning and it had everything to do with his little white lie.

"You look like you just woke up. Do you want me to make you something to eat?" Sara stood and started towards his kitchen.

"NO! What do you want Sara?" Grissom didn't like people in his home, especially when he was trying to prevent the day from starting in the first place.

"How about we go grab a bite somewhere then?" Sara raised a hopeful eyebrow as she looked at him.

"SARA!" Grissom was running out of what little patience he had when he found Sara at his door.

"Fine. I wanted to tell you I found a date for Catherine."

"What?"

"I found a date for Catherine. Actually I found several, but this one guy I think she'll really go for."

"What the hell are you talking about Sara?" Grissom was confused. Had Catherine asked Sara to find her a date also?

"What do you think I'm talking about? You sent me to the Tangiers to find a date for Catherine so I did."

"Oh, yeah." As brilliant a scientist as Gil Grissom was, when rudely awakened he wasn't the most intelligent person. "I didn't really think you'd do it."

"Are you proud of me?" Sara was hopeful that this would finally make him notice her.

"Uh, sure." Grissom walked to his kitchen and started rummaging through his pantry. He wasn't in the mood to stroke Sara's ego at the moment.

"Do you want to hear about him?"

"Hear about who?"

"Catherine's date."

"Yeah, sure." He said. His mind, however, was screaming "No, I don't want to hear about him!"

"Ok, so I went to the casino. It was full of men everywhere, all of them gambling or in line to see the show. So I thought about it for a few minutes and decided that since she's used to be a stripper…"

"EXOTIC DANCER"

"…WHATEVER…that the men in line for the show would probably be more her type. Then I remembered you put her picture on E-Harmony. So I pulled out my cell phone and pulled up her profile, figuring I'd show them a picture of her."

"You what?"

"Well, I wanted to make sure they were interested."

Grissom shook his head. He was so in over his head and he had no clue what to do.

"By the way, where did you get this profile?" Sara had pulled out her laptop and was pulling up the E-Harmony site.

"I filled it out."

"Really? How did you manage to make such a mess of it? Doesn't matter, I figured out the password and fixed it." She turned her laptop to Grissom for him to see the new and improved profile of Catherine Willows.

"You what?" Grissom barely glanced at the changes she had made to Catherine's profile.

"Yeah, it's much better now and she's getting a lot more responses. I also edited Lindsey out of the picture. You know, single mom doesn't bode well for some of these guys."

"Sara, how could you do that? You know how important Lindsey is to Catherine."

"I know, but honestly Catherine has enough baggage going into a new relationship. She doesn't need her prospects knowing she has a child also."

"But Sara…" His blood pressure was quickly rising to dangerous levels. The combination of Sara's attitude and the way she portrayed Catherine in this profile were enough to send any man over the edge.

"Look Grissom. This whole thing is ridiculous. She had no business asking you to find her a date. Obviously you couldn't find a man who would meet her standards, but don't worry. I did."

Grissom closed his eyes and breathed deeply, biting back the harsh words that threatened to explode from within.

"Sara, who is he?"

"His name is Harry. I found him in the line for the show." Well, almost. She had actually found him as he was being dragged from the show for inappropriate behavior.

"Does Harry have a last name?"

"Sure, it's Dick."

"What did you say?"

"Dick. His last name is Dick."

"Did you check his identification?"

"No, why?"

"Sara, Harry Dick?" Grissom was furious. Sara was an excellent CSI so how could she have fallen for this.

"What?"

"Don't you think it's possible he made the name up?"

"Well, I guess." Sara knew the name had to be a fake, but with Catherine's track record she thought he might just be what she needed.

"Did you find out anything about him?"

"Oh, I've got his cell number, told him I'd call him with the details tonight."

"Did you run a trace on the number?"

"No. Why would I do that?" Sara was beginning to feel that Grissom was a little too protective of Catherine.

"OK. So you made a date for Catherine with a Harry Dick whose phone number you haven't verified. Was he wearing a ring?"

"What?"

"A Ring. Was he wearing a wedding ring?"

"I dunno." This was not going the way Sara had expected. She had expected Grissom to be so happy she had solved his problem that he would be jumping into her arms.

"Where is he from?"

"I didn't ask. Grissom…"

"Why was he in line for the show?"

"I didn't ask."

"Sara, you are a CSI. Your job is to find evidence and information."

"I know that…"

"Yet, you pick up some stranger for Catherine without so much as asking him where he's from..."

" I don't see what…"

"…Much less checking his background to make sure he's not a criminal…"

"…that has to do with…"

"…Catherine doesn't need some random jerk off the strip. She needs someone who will…"

"…You know what I…"

"…treat her like a woman should be treated. Respect her, care for her…"

"…think, I think that you…"

"…and Lindsey, make sure they are safe…"

"…can't find a date for her because…"

"…love her like she's the most important…"

"…you are in…"

"…person in the world…"

"…love with her."

Grissom stared at Sara who stared at Grissom, neither one happy or comfortable at this moment. Sara realized what she had said to Grissom and that she was probably right, even if he didn't know it. Grissom was at a loss. He wasn't in love with Catherine, at least not in that sense.

"Give me his number." He wasn't about to give Sara the satisfaction of thinking she had figured him out.

"What?"

"Give me his number."

"You just said…"

"I know what I just said. Give me his number. I'll call him and check him out myself."

"Fine." She gave him the card with Harry Dick's number scrawled on it.

"If he checks out I'll tell him where to meet Catherine tomorrow night."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

Sara felt a warmth envelope her, Grissom was going to use the man she found for Catherine. She was sure of it. If he was willing to send Catherine out with Harry then he couldn't be in love with her.

"I, uh, need to go." She couldn't stay without giving away the happiness she felt inside.

"Thanks Sara." She smiled at him and left.

Gil walked to the trash compactor and drop the card into the hole. Then he flipped the switch and cut Harry Dick's number to shreds. He then finished his breakfast. Finally, he grabbed his phone and phone book. He had a few calls he needed to make before going into the lab.