Title: Someone Forgot

Author: Dana

Rating: K+ for a few bad words.

Disclaimers: I don't own anything. I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit.

Summary: Someone forgot Gil's birthday.

Spoilers: None that I can think of.

A/N: I have no beta, so any mistakes are mine. This was written for Gil's Fiftieth Birthday: August 17, 2006. Enjoy!


She's never forgotten my birthday. In the nearly two decades we've known each other, she's always remembered. Until yesterday. I'm now half a century old and the only person I care about remembering my birthday forgot. It shouldn't bother me so much. She's not my wife; hell, she's not even my girlfriend. But she's my best friend. And she's always remembered.

I was lost in thought when someone knocked on my office door. Before I could yell, 'Come in,' the door was already open and the knocker was standing in my office. Catherine. Great--just great.

"Hey, Gil. I haven't seen you in a while, so I thought I'd stop by and see how your case is going."

"Fine." That sounded colder than I meant it to.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Fine." Damn, I did it again.

She hesitated. "Okay..." She turned to leave, but apparently changed her mind because she faced me again and asked, "See you at seven?"

"Seven?" I repeated.

"Yeah, you know. We always meet at seven o'clock on your birthday at Harrison's."

"Yesterday was my birthday, Cath," I uttered.

"Gil, your birthday is August 17th."

"I know. That was yesterday. I was at Harrison's at seven. You obviously forgot."

Then she surprised me--she laughed. "I didn't forget, Gil. Today is the 17th."

"No, it's not."

"Look at your calendar. I'm telling you--it's the 17th."

I moved some papers around on my desk, looking for a calendar. It was nowhere to be found, but I remembered that my cell phone's display screen showed the date. I noticed Catherine's smirk, but I didn't comment. I picked up my cell phone from the top of a stack of papers on my desk and flipped it open so I could see the screen.

"See? It's the...17th." I paused and stared at the screen for a moment. "Well, I'll be damned. I tried to make myself fifty a day too soon."

She laughed again. "Wait. Let me get this straight. You thought I forgot your birthday when, in actuality, you were the one who forgot." A grin remained plastered on her face. "You know, Gil, I've always heard that the mind is the first thing to go."

I knew she was joking and I smiled back, relieved that she had not forgotten my birthday. "Now that I'm old, I'm going to need you to remind me of things."

"Even more than I already do?" she questioned with a smirk.

"Yes, even more than you already do," I repeated.

"Good. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me neither. We make a great team."

"The best."

We smiled at each other and she turned to leave once again. She closed the door behind her, but reopened it just as quickly.

"Gil?" she said, poking her head back inside my office.


"Happy birthday. See you tonight."

My smile remained, even after she shut the door.