Title: Sheela-na-Gig
By: lewis771750
Pairing: Cath/Sara
Challenge: PJ Harvey titles.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, Jerry and the people at CBS would never be quite this twisted:) But it is all just for fun, honest.
Spoilers: None
Words: 387

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Wearing matching pendants to work was bound to cause comment – our colleagues are all paid for their observation skills after all.

Warrick was the first person to notice either of them, he asked Catherine about 'the design on her new necklace.' She didn't say much, but she let him look closely at it (which would have made me feel jealous not so long ago, but I'm more secure in our love now). He quirked an eyebrow and smiled when he asked if wearing fertility symbols like that meant she wanted more children.

Greg was the first one to comment about my necklace. He took one look and like a frustrated teen instantly commented about her pose and display. I told him it was an ancient symbol of women's power and authority. I saw his inane look, saying that it certainly did depict a woman's true position and killed it with a glare. He was suitably abashed.

Nick, bless him, never noticed, or if he did his Texas manners made him ignore the evidence before his eyes. To my surprise Hodges was the first to see and comment on the pair of them. He knew it was an old fertility symbol, and asked why we were sporting matching symbols of such an inappropriate provenance.

We both just looked at him and smiled, although Catherine's smile was bigger than mine – we'd had a little bet, just for making breakfast tomorrow, about who would be the first to notice. I'd gone for Grissom, she'd gone for Hodges. Mind you she always was better at reading people than me.

Grissom noticed at the end of the shift. If we'd set the wager on 'time from first meeting' he'd have beat Hodges hand-down. Grissom walked into the break room, the first time we'd seen him all shift, took one look and spluttered into his coffee before asking us if there was something we should be telling him. It was cruel I guess, but we just leaned in and kissed each other tenderly before turning to look at him with our arms still around each other.

He nearly spilt his coffee and his face went an interesting shade of red. Then he managed to stammer, "Congratulations."

"Well Cath, I owe you breakfast, but I guess we're out now," I whispered, "Thanks to Sheena."




NOTE: I've deliberately called it Sheena, not Sheela at the end. Both Sheela-na-Gig and Sheena-na-Gig are correct, it depends on where you go. But I was brought up in Sheena-country and the other name doesn't fit easily on my lips.

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