TITLE: Didn't Stand a Chance

AUTHOR: Gomey (grissomsgnome@yahoo.com)



DISCLAIMER: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.

NOTES: This came to me during the hours in which I usually reserve for slumber.

Catherine sat in the break room, reading the paper. Gil walked in and stood at the door. "Good work today, Cath." He smiled at her. He turned towards Sara who was looking at him. "You too." He turned, leaving the two women alone.

"You'll have to stop making eyes at him." Catherine remarked casually.

Sara almost gasped. "I was not!" She paused. "Well, you flirt with him like there's no tomorrow." She took a sip of her coffee. "You're just worried because I'm competition." She stated.

Catherine glanced up at the younger CSI. "Competition? You think -" she paused as a smile came to her face. "Care to make a bet?"

"A bet? Warrick's been rubbing off on you. . ."

"No, but I'll tell you who'll be rubbing *against* me by the end of the night." Catherine grinned.

"Fine. Loser pays for the date." Sara blurted out.

Catherine stood up. "Whoever he accepts first -" Catherine began to say, but was cut off by Sara darting out of the room. Catherine shook her head and strolled through the halls lazily.

"Grissom!" Sara yelled, and dashed after him as he made his way out the front door. She skidded to a halt in front of him, doubled over and catching her breath.

"Sara." He placed his hands on her forearms. "Calm down."

She took a deep breath. "You up for some breakfast? My treat..."

"A date?" Amusement in his voice.

Sara shrugged. "Yeah." She said in a small voice.

"Sorry, Catherine already invited me." He said, as Catherine appeared behind Sara. "If you had asked me first - "

Hope glimmered in Sara's eyes. " - you would have said 'yes'?" She asked, happiness evident in her voice.

Gil cocked his head to the side. "No." He stated plainly, giving her forearms a squeeze then joining Catherine as she walked out the doors.

Sara stood there with her mouth wide open. "You knew I didn't stand a chance, Willows." She said, through gritted teeth.

Catherine walked with Gil up to his Tahoe. "So when exactly *did* I ask you out?" She asked, off his sheepish grin.