Cindy/Lindsay Fic
Title: You've Got to Give for What You Take (3/?)
Rating: R
Summary: After Cindy got shot, things change.
Disclaimer: Don't own the character or anything, just having fun.
Pairing: Cindy/Lindsay
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
A/N: Thanks to sportysmurf for the betaing and all the pep talks :) Hope you like it.
Part 3
When Lindsay snuck into Cindy’s room that night, she found that she didn’t need to do any sneaking. Book in her lap, Cindy looked up when she entered, pushing her glasses a bit further up her nose.
“Hey,” she greeted her.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Lindsay asked. “It’s late.”
Giving her a slightly exasperated look, Cindy said, “And yet here you are.” Then she moved slightly, patting on the free space for Lindsay to sit down. “I was hoping you’d stop by,” she said a moment later, followed by a shy smile.
“I couldn’t come earlier,” Lindsay said apologetic. “You know… work,” she added and Cindy nodded, a smirk on her lips telling Lindsay that she did indeed.
“How did you get by the nurses,” she looked at her questioningly, and then leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, “I’ve heard they’re actually patrolling to make sure no one stays after visiting hours.”
Blushing lightly, Lindsay only patted her badge and gave her a slightly embarrassed smile, receiving a chuckle from Cindy. “So, you used your position as a police officer?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Lindsay shrugged slightly, starting to come up with an excuse when she was already interrupted by Cindy.
“I like it.” She was almost beaming with pride. “Makes me feel all special,” she grinned at Lindsay.
“Well, you are,” Lindsay mumbled, and Cindy wasn’t sure whether or not she had been supposed to understand that. Taking a glance at Lindsay, eyes focused on anything but her, she decided to let it slide for now. Instead, she waited for her to change the topic like she always did. And she wasn’t disappointed. “Anyway, how are you?” This time, Lindsay actually made eye contact again.
“Incredibly bored,” she sighed overdramatically.
“That bad, huh?” Lindsay laughed until she caught Cindy’s glare. “How much longer do you have to stay in here?” she asked to divert the conversation back to a safer topic.
Cindy shrugged. “Not sure; but the doctor will talk about that tomorrow,” she replied. “But I hope not too long.”
“Well, I brought you something,” Lindsay said quietly. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a file and handed it over to Cindy. Surprise registered on her face and then she smiled brightly.
“You brought me the case file?”
“A copy,” she corrected Cindy, “and that better not leave this room.”
“Understood.” She saluted with a grin. “Now that is so much more interesting than that stupid book.”
A satisfied smile on her lips, Lindsay said, “I thought about bringing you a teddy, but I thought you’d appreciate that more.”
Cindy looked up from the various papers already spread all over her lap. “I do,” she agreed enthusiastically. Giving Lindsay’s words a second thought, she added, “Although, I would have liked the teddy, too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Lindsay began sorting through the pieces of paper, placing them into the folder again; much to the annoyance of Cindy. “Time to sleep.” She smirked at her. “These are for tomorrow.”
“But...” Cindy protested but Lindsay simply shook her head.
“These are not for keeping you up all night,” Lindsay explained, “but to give you something to do tomorrow.”
“Unfair, you know,” she pouted.
“Deal or I’m taking them with me again.”
“Fine,” she agreed sulking. “At least tell me what you have so far.”
“We don’t actually have much. No suspect in her past, so right now we have to assume it was a stranger,” Lindsay summarized. “But we’re still waiting for the DNA-results. Maybe he already has a record.”
“You’re gonna keep me up to date?”
Lindsay waved with the folder. “Aren’t I already?” She placed it on the nightstand so that it out of Cindy’s reach was for the moment. “You still should sleep now, especially if you want to get out of here soon.”
“As you wish,” she huffed. Seeing the satisfied grin on Lindsay’s face, she couldn’t help but stick her tongue out at her, combined with what she hoped was a glare. “Only to annoy you as fast as possible at work again.”
“I hope so.” Pulling up the covers, Lindsay carefully tucked Cindy in, making any further resistance futile. She got up and kissed her on the forehead again, something Cindy minded way less coming from her.
When Lindsay turned to leave, Cindy called for her, “Would you mind staying till I fall asleep?” She gave her a sheepish smile which grew bigger when Lindsay nodded in agreement.
She walked to the other side of the bed and pulled a chair closer. When she sat down, Cindy reached out for her hand, interlacing their fingers. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep.
***
By six am the next morning, Lindsay found herself at another crime scene. One hand tightly closed on the hospital coffee, as bad tasting as it was, she rubbed her neck with the other, desperately trying to get rid of the stiffness of spending the night in an uncomfortable chair.
From the distance, she could already see Jacobi and Claire leaning over the body. Another moment later, she joined them. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologized, “but I got here as soon as possible.”
Turning around, Claire gave her a curious look and Lindsay could only imagine what she wanted to ask her instead of bringing her up to date. Before she could do so, Lindsay asked, “What can you tell me about the victim?”
“She’s been dead for about six to eight hours; shows clear signs of strangulation and I assume she was raped, too.” It was a short summary, interrupted by an officer bringing them the assumed handbag of the victim, found in a trash can a few feet further down the street.
Handing it over to Jacobi, Lindsay took a closer look at the girl. She looked young, same red hair as the previous victim; her neck showed dark marks from whatever he used to strangle her. Deep purple bruises covered her thighs and arms, framed by superficial scratches.
“Do you think it’s the same guy?”
“Maybe,” Claire offered vaguely before adding, “I hope I’ll find some DNA under her fingernails to compare it to the one we already have.”
“Well, at least we have a name,” Jacobi said, holding up a wallet and drivers license. “Alexa Turner. According to this, she’s 22 and originally from San Diego.”
There was an odd sense of relief of not being the one who had to tell the girl’s parents that her daughter was dead. Although it was tinged with a little bit of guilt, she hadn’t been looking forward to it. Now she could put that burden on someone else’s shoulders and instead concentrate on finding out who murdered them.
She watched the girl getting bagged and Claire securing last pieces of evidence. She only noticed Jill’s arrival when she suddenly appeared next to her, clutching a cup of coffee just as she had earlier. Though she figured, Jill probably had better coffee a fact that only served to make her grumpier.
“Another rape victim?” Jill asked, foregoing any kind of greeting; something Lindsay could easily chalk up to the early hours.
“Yeah,” Lindsay nodded.
“Same guy?”
“Could be, it seems like the same M.O,” she said. “We’ll know more if Claire can find any DNA on the body. And hopefully, we’ll have the test results from the first victim by noon as well.”
“So, meeting in the morgue at noon?” Jill asked, taking out her notebook to write down anything else Lindsay might need a warrant for.
“Yes,” she agreed.
There was a moment of silence and Lindsay could feel that Jill was just bursting to say something. Annoyed, she faced her, daring her to make any kind of comment. And Jill being Jill, her silent threat didn’t work at all.
“Anything you might wanna tell us?” she asked, grinning conspiratorially at an approaching Claire.
“This is hardly any more appropriate than yesterday,” Lindsay muttered, spinning on her heels to get away from this conversation.
“So, there is something to tell?” She was promptly followed by both of her friends and could only roll her eyes at the sound of victory in Jill’s voice.
“There’s not. And would you please cut it out!” she stated harshly. Being questioned about anything private wasn’t her idea of conducting an investigation at a crime scene.
“You clearly weren’t home last night.” This time it was Claire who spoke and Lindsay thankfully noted that it was with less glee and more calm fact stating than Jill.
“That a crime now?” she asked, admitting part of it and for now dodging the real question in that statement.
“Only if you don’t share with us,” Jill smirked, hands on her hips as if that gave her a more stern look that would make Lindsay confess everything right there. It might have worked on people she prosecuted, not so much on Lindsay. Or at least, it was what she liked to tell herself.
“Nothing to share,” she replied, keeping right en route for her escape by car.
She could hear Jill chuckle from behind. “And that is why you’re still wearing the same clothes?”
“It was early this morning, “ Lindsay protested weakly, “maybe they were the first things I found?” She realized her mistake as soon as she made it. She shouldn’t have phrased it as question.
“Oh, please.” Claire’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and Lindsay couldn’t say she blamed her. “Now you’re racing Cindy for the title of the worst liar ever.”
“Clearly, she’s rubbing off on you,” Jill said.
“She’s not.” Lindsay spun around and watched her friends come to a sudden stop short of running into her. “I was at the hospital, okay?”
She could practically see the wheels turn in her friends heads; combined with raised eyebrows, questioning look and all. Of course, Jill was the first to spell it out loud. “All night?” The following grin made Lindsay wish she had come up with some lie instead.
“Yes, all night,” she sighed. “She wanted me to stay until she was asleep.”
“That’s just adorable.” Jill laughed.
Lindsay’s only response was a groan. “I’ll see you later,” she said, turning to get away, “or not.”
“In the morgue at noon,” Claire called after her. “And bring lunch!”
***
Coffee in one hand, a paper bag with food in the other, Lindsay walked into the morgue. She carried both into Claire’s office before assuming her place at the autopsy table next to Jill.
“Tell me what you got,” she said, looking at Claire after taking a quick glance at the victim.
“Same as the other one,” Claire replied. “I found some skin and blood, as well as some hair. The DNA is being compared as we speak. It’s also running through the database to find out if the guy is already in the system.”
“Good,” Lindsay nodded. “Anything else?”
“Same strangulation marks as on the other victim. When you find him and the murder weapon, we can match it to them.”
Turning to Jill, she was just about to ask when she was handed a stack of paper. “Already got you the warrants you need,” Jill said, giving her a smirk.
“Thanks,” Lindsay smiled at her. “If that is all for now, the food is on Claire’s desk.”
“You’re not staying?” Jill gave her a surprised look.
“Nope,” Lindsay grinned, slowly walking backwards to the door. “There’s someone else I have to buy lunch for, too.” Turning around, she was out of the morgue before either Jill or Claire could ask.
Part 4
Rating: R
Summary: After Cindy got shot, things change.
Disclaimer: Don't own the character or anything, just having fun.
Pairing: Cindy/Lindsay
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
A/N: Thanks to sportysmurf for the betaing and all the pep talks :) Hope you like it.
Part 3
When Lindsay snuck into Cindy’s room that night, she found that she didn’t need to do any sneaking. Book in her lap, Cindy looked up when she entered, pushing her glasses a bit further up her nose.
“Hey,” she greeted her.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Lindsay asked. “It’s late.”
Giving her a slightly exasperated look, Cindy said, “And yet here you are.” Then she moved slightly, patting on the free space for Lindsay to sit down. “I was hoping you’d stop by,” she said a moment later, followed by a shy smile.
“I couldn’t come earlier,” Lindsay said apologetic. “You know… work,” she added and Cindy nodded, a smirk on her lips telling Lindsay that she did indeed.
“How did you get by the nurses,” she looked at her questioningly, and then leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, “I’ve heard they’re actually patrolling to make sure no one stays after visiting hours.”
Blushing lightly, Lindsay only patted her badge and gave her a slightly embarrassed smile, receiving a chuckle from Cindy. “So, you used your position as a police officer?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Lindsay shrugged slightly, starting to come up with an excuse when she was already interrupted by Cindy.
“I like it.” She was almost beaming with pride. “Makes me feel all special,” she grinned at Lindsay.
“Well, you are,” Lindsay mumbled, and Cindy wasn’t sure whether or not she had been supposed to understand that. Taking a glance at Lindsay, eyes focused on anything but her, she decided to let it slide for now. Instead, she waited for her to change the topic like she always did. And she wasn’t disappointed. “Anyway, how are you?” This time, Lindsay actually made eye contact again.
“Incredibly bored,” she sighed overdramatically.
“That bad, huh?” Lindsay laughed until she caught Cindy’s glare. “How much longer do you have to stay in here?” she asked to divert the conversation back to a safer topic.
Cindy shrugged. “Not sure; but the doctor will talk about that tomorrow,” she replied. “But I hope not too long.”
“Well, I brought you something,” Lindsay said quietly. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a file and handed it over to Cindy. Surprise registered on her face and then she smiled brightly.
“You brought me the case file?”
“A copy,” she corrected Cindy, “and that better not leave this room.”
“Understood.” She saluted with a grin. “Now that is so much more interesting than that stupid book.”
A satisfied smile on her lips, Lindsay said, “I thought about bringing you a teddy, but I thought you’d appreciate that more.”
Cindy looked up from the various papers already spread all over her lap. “I do,” she agreed enthusiastically. Giving Lindsay’s words a second thought, she added, “Although, I would have liked the teddy, too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Lindsay began sorting through the pieces of paper, placing them into the folder again; much to the annoyance of Cindy. “Time to sleep.” She smirked at her. “These are for tomorrow.”
“But...” Cindy protested but Lindsay simply shook her head.
“These are not for keeping you up all night,” Lindsay explained, “but to give you something to do tomorrow.”
“Unfair, you know,” she pouted.
“Deal or I’m taking them with me again.”
“Fine,” she agreed sulking. “At least tell me what you have so far.”
“We don’t actually have much. No suspect in her past, so right now we have to assume it was a stranger,” Lindsay summarized. “But we’re still waiting for the DNA-results. Maybe he already has a record.”
“You’re gonna keep me up to date?”
Lindsay waved with the folder. “Aren’t I already?” She placed it on the nightstand so that it out of Cindy’s reach was for the moment. “You still should sleep now, especially if you want to get out of here soon.”
“As you wish,” she huffed. Seeing the satisfied grin on Lindsay’s face, she couldn’t help but stick her tongue out at her, combined with what she hoped was a glare. “Only to annoy you as fast as possible at work again.”
“I hope so.” Pulling up the covers, Lindsay carefully tucked Cindy in, making any further resistance futile. She got up and kissed her on the forehead again, something Cindy minded way less coming from her.
When Lindsay turned to leave, Cindy called for her, “Would you mind staying till I fall asleep?” She gave her a sheepish smile which grew bigger when Lindsay nodded in agreement.
She walked to the other side of the bed and pulled a chair closer. When she sat down, Cindy reached out for her hand, interlacing their fingers. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep.
***
By six am the next morning, Lindsay found herself at another crime scene. One hand tightly closed on the hospital coffee, as bad tasting as it was, she rubbed her neck with the other, desperately trying to get rid of the stiffness of spending the night in an uncomfortable chair.
From the distance, she could already see Jacobi and Claire leaning over the body. Another moment later, she joined them. “Sorry I’m late,” she apologized, “but I got here as soon as possible.”
Turning around, Claire gave her a curious look and Lindsay could only imagine what she wanted to ask her instead of bringing her up to date. Before she could do so, Lindsay asked, “What can you tell me about the victim?”
“She’s been dead for about six to eight hours; shows clear signs of strangulation and I assume she was raped, too.” It was a short summary, interrupted by an officer bringing them the assumed handbag of the victim, found in a trash can a few feet further down the street.
Handing it over to Jacobi, Lindsay took a closer look at the girl. She looked young, same red hair as the previous victim; her neck showed dark marks from whatever he used to strangle her. Deep purple bruises covered her thighs and arms, framed by superficial scratches.
“Do you think it’s the same guy?”
“Maybe,” Claire offered vaguely before adding, “I hope I’ll find some DNA under her fingernails to compare it to the one we already have.”
“Well, at least we have a name,” Jacobi said, holding up a wallet and drivers license. “Alexa Turner. According to this, she’s 22 and originally from San Diego.”
There was an odd sense of relief of not being the one who had to tell the girl’s parents that her daughter was dead. Although it was tinged with a little bit of guilt, she hadn’t been looking forward to it. Now she could put that burden on someone else’s shoulders and instead concentrate on finding out who murdered them.
She watched the girl getting bagged and Claire securing last pieces of evidence. She only noticed Jill’s arrival when she suddenly appeared next to her, clutching a cup of coffee just as she had earlier. Though she figured, Jill probably had better coffee a fact that only served to make her grumpier.
“Another rape victim?” Jill asked, foregoing any kind of greeting; something Lindsay could easily chalk up to the early hours.
“Yeah,” Lindsay nodded.
“Same guy?”
“Could be, it seems like the same M.O,” she said. “We’ll know more if Claire can find any DNA on the body. And hopefully, we’ll have the test results from the first victim by noon as well.”
“So, meeting in the morgue at noon?” Jill asked, taking out her notebook to write down anything else Lindsay might need a warrant for.
“Yes,” she agreed.
There was a moment of silence and Lindsay could feel that Jill was just bursting to say something. Annoyed, she faced her, daring her to make any kind of comment. And Jill being Jill, her silent threat didn’t work at all.
“Anything you might wanna tell us?” she asked, grinning conspiratorially at an approaching Claire.
“This is hardly any more appropriate than yesterday,” Lindsay muttered, spinning on her heels to get away from this conversation.
“So, there is something to tell?” She was promptly followed by both of her friends and could only roll her eyes at the sound of victory in Jill’s voice.
“There’s not. And would you please cut it out!” she stated harshly. Being questioned about anything private wasn’t her idea of conducting an investigation at a crime scene.
“You clearly weren’t home last night.” This time it was Claire who spoke and Lindsay thankfully noted that it was with less glee and more calm fact stating than Jill.
“That a crime now?” she asked, admitting part of it and for now dodging the real question in that statement.
“Only if you don’t share with us,” Jill smirked, hands on her hips as if that gave her a more stern look that would make Lindsay confess everything right there. It might have worked on people she prosecuted, not so much on Lindsay. Or at least, it was what she liked to tell herself.
“Nothing to share,” she replied, keeping right en route for her escape by car.
She could hear Jill chuckle from behind. “And that is why you’re still wearing the same clothes?”
“It was early this morning, “ Lindsay protested weakly, “maybe they were the first things I found?” She realized her mistake as soon as she made it. She shouldn’t have phrased it as question.
“Oh, please.” Claire’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and Lindsay couldn’t say she blamed her. “Now you’re racing Cindy for the title of the worst liar ever.”
“Clearly, she’s rubbing off on you,” Jill said.
“She’s not.” Lindsay spun around and watched her friends come to a sudden stop short of running into her. “I was at the hospital, okay?”
She could practically see the wheels turn in her friends heads; combined with raised eyebrows, questioning look and all. Of course, Jill was the first to spell it out loud. “All night?” The following grin made Lindsay wish she had come up with some lie instead.
“Yes, all night,” she sighed. “She wanted me to stay until she was asleep.”
“That’s just adorable.” Jill laughed.
Lindsay’s only response was a groan. “I’ll see you later,” she said, turning to get away, “or not.”
“In the morgue at noon,” Claire called after her. “And bring lunch!”
***
Coffee in one hand, a paper bag with food in the other, Lindsay walked into the morgue. She carried both into Claire’s office before assuming her place at the autopsy table next to Jill.
“Tell me what you got,” she said, looking at Claire after taking a quick glance at the victim.
“Same as the other one,” Claire replied. “I found some skin and blood, as well as some hair. The DNA is being compared as we speak. It’s also running through the database to find out if the guy is already in the system.”
“Good,” Lindsay nodded. “Anything else?”
“Same strangulation marks as on the other victim. When you find him and the murder weapon, we can match it to them.”
Turning to Jill, she was just about to ask when she was handed a stack of paper. “Already got you the warrants you need,” Jill said, giving her a smirk.
“Thanks,” Lindsay smiled at her. “If that is all for now, the food is on Claire’s desk.”
“You’re not staying?” Jill gave her a surprised look.
“Nope,” Lindsay grinned, slowly walking backwards to the door. “There’s someone else I have to buy lunch for, too.” Turning around, she was out of the morgue before either Jill or Claire could ask.
Part 4