Cindy/Lindsay Fic
Title: You've Got to Give for What You Take (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.
A/N2:Sorry for the long time in between updates, RL is a bit busy at the moment and the muse is only working slowly. I'll try to update a bit quicker :)
Part 4
“You’re early,” Cindy said the moment Lindsay set foot into her room. Pushing several pieces of paper she had spread over the whole of her bed onto one side, she paused for a moment. Nose scrunched and eyebrows raised, she looked up at Lindsay, slightly worried. “Except if I somehow missed a half the day?”
“They’re still giving you the good drugs, huh?” Lindsay chuckled. When she received a glare in return, she added, “And no, you haven’t.”
She settled down at the other end of the bed, she managed to bring a smile to Cindy’s face when she placed a brown paper bag right next to her. “Please, tell me that is real food,” she pleaded.
“Maybe,” Lindsay replied. Spotting the notepad in between the stack of sheets from the case file, she added sternly, “If you don’t tell me you’re working on an article or anything similar to it.”
A light blush crept over her cheeks and she gave her a sheepish grin. “Okay, then I won’t.”
“Cindy!” Lindsay chastised her. “That’s not what you were supposed to do with it.”
“I was bored,” she defended herself, shrugging as if it was the most logical consequence to just go back to work.
Snatching the notepad from Cindy, Lindsay placed it as far away from her as possible. “I’ll take the file with me if you don’t promise to not work on it anymore.”
The pout from Cindy was quickly followed by the realization that Lindsay wasn’t kidding. “You’re serious?”
“You just got shot,” Lindsay stated with as much indignation as she could muster.
“Doesn’t make it any less boring.” She crossed her arms in front of her and did her best to glare at Lindsay.
“Promise!”
“Fine,” she huffed, leaning forward to steal the bag from her. With a small wince, she settled back against the cushion, curiously glancing inside. Satisfied with what she found, she smiled thankfully at Lindsay. A few minute passed while she was happily nibbling away on the food, making a note to thank her verbally for it once she was done.
“So, what did the doctor say?” Lindsay asked.
“That they’re gonna release me tomorrow,” she said between bites.
“Already?”
Cindy merely shrugged in response to Lindsay’s apparent surprise. “I’m fine,” she said and added at the incredulous look she got from Lindsay, “At least better than other people who might need the bed. And I’ll be on bed rest.” The last part came out as a sigh.
“You better follow doctor’s order there.” The tone in her voice was one to tell her Lindsay wasn’t joking around. And she somehow got the feeling that, sooner or later, she was going to be checked up on. With a groan and a roll of her eyes, she finally nodded in agreement. “Good,” Lindsay smiled satisfied, “now, tell me when you’re getting released tomorrow.”
“Around noon,” Cindy replied, finishing the last bit and putting the empty box away.
“Okay,” she said slowly, pausing a moment to think things over. “I’ll be here to pick you up by then.”
“You really don’t have to do that,” Cindy protested, “I can take a cab.”
“Oh, really?” Lindsay looked at her challenging. “Take a walk for me to the door and back?” When Cindy only glared at her, Lindsay couldn’t hide the small smirk that wanted to escape. “I’ll be here.”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Cindy muttered.
“You really want to go home on your own?” Lindsay asked softly, reaching out for Cindy’s hand.
“No,” she finally conceded. “But I wouldn’t wanna keep you from work.”
Squeezing Cindy’s hand a little tighter, Lindsay smiled at her. “Nothing I’d rather do.” The gesture only lasted for a couple of seconds before Lindsay pulled her hand away, pushing herself of the bed. Clearing her throat, she looked away and scratched the back of her head. “I need your keys.” Lindsay opted for the sudden topic change.
“What do you…” Cindy shook her head. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know. In my bag over there.”
Two minutes later, she successfully retrieved them from the very bottom of the bag and dangled them from her fingers while she looked around the room. “Anything else you need before I leave?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah!” Cindy said and to Lindsay’s ear it sounded more like a simple ‘duh’. “How’s the case going?”
“Later,” Lindsay replied, stopping herself short of chuckling when she saw Cindy’s smile evolve into a full-blown pout complete with crossed arms. “Work calls,” she added apologetic.
“You promised!”
This time, Lindsay did laugh. “And I will.” She patted the sheet covered legs. “If you keep to the rules and don’t go back to work the moment I’m out of that door.”
“Deal,” Cindy grumbled begrudgingly.
“I’ll be here tomorrow at noon.”
Close to the door, she heard Cindy call her name. Turning around, she looked at her; cheeky grin on her lips, Cindy pointed to her forehead. “Didn’t you forget something?”
Smiling to herself, Lindsay stepped closer and, breaking tradition, kissed her softly on the cheek. “Be good,” she whispered close to Cindy’s ear, leaving her behind speechless.
***
“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” Lindsay groaned. Her back ached and she stretched, wincing when she heard something crack. What she wouldn’t give for a nice long bath right now. Frustrated, she placed another file on the stack of read ones. She quickly glanced at her watch, sighing when she saw she had spent the better part of the afternoon sorting through all kinds of financial and telephone records of both victims. With nothing to link them to anything.
She looked over at Jacobi and gladly noticed that he seemed to be as bored by it than she. “You found anything?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Nothing to connect the two of them. Which only leaves us with two random attacks.” He sighed.
“So.” Lindsay started thumbing through her notes. Reading them over, she summed up what they knew so far. “We have no witnesses seeing them leave with anyone. Jessica told her friends she’d be outside for a smoke, and when she didn’t come back, they just assumed she went home.”
“Apparently, not the first time she disappeared without saying goodbye,” Jacobi added from his own memory of the questioning of her friends. “So, no one found it odd.”
“Think he knew this beforehand?” Lindsay looked up from her notes.
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t seem to be anything other than out of opportunity, though. Nothing suggests why he should have stalked either her or Alexa.”
“Not much from her friends either,” Lindsay said. “She left alone when she told them she was going home.”
“So, wrong place, wrong time.”
“He had to be waiting somewhere to watch the places,” she wondered. “Someone had to see him.”
Giving his notes another glance, Jacobi said, “Both bars are on the same street. Guess we’ll be going out tomorrow.”
Lindsay groaned. “Nothing I’d rather do.”
“I’ll get the pictures of them, you bring the fun.” Receiving a glare from Lindsay, he simply shrugged. “And bring the leather jacket with you; will make them a lot more willing to talk to you.” He grinned at her but when he only good a look, he added, “Ladies bar only.”
Lindsay only rolled her eyes in reply and was saved from saying anything further by the beeping of her cell phone. She was out f her chair even before she had finished reading the text. “From Claire. She has something she wants to share.
Jacobi laughed and shook his head. “You and your strange club.”
“It’s not a club.”
Ignoring Lindsay’s correction, he went on, “Speaking of which… how’s your little reporter friend.”
The mentioning of Cindy brought a smile on her face, and she halted for a moment on her way out. “She’s doing fine. They’ll release her tomorrow.”
“So, I take it she’ll be around here in no time again.” He chuckled lightly.
With a slight frown now, Lindsay objected, “Oh, no, she will not. She’ll be at home doing exactly what the doctor told her.” When she saw Jacobi’s doubtful expression, she said, “Believe me, she will. I personally will look after that.”
“Don’t think she’ll mind that,” he grinned and Lindsay stopped short of asking why. She really didn’t have time or nerve for that now, or ever.
“Whatever you say,” she simply said and walked out in a hurry.
***
“Please tell me you’ve got something good for me,” she said the moment she entered the morgue, not at all surprised to see Jill already there as well.
“Hello to you, too,” Claire said instead, giving her a slightly disapproving look.
“Sorry,” Lindsay mumbled like a child that had just been chastised. “It’s been a pretty frustrating, useless afternoon and I really need something to work with.”
“Not sure it’s much, but we can now say it was the same guy.”
“At least we know we’re really looking for one guy.” Lindsay sighed. “Not making it easier though.”
“No witnesses?” Jill asked, handing over a cup of coffee which Lindsay gladly accepted.
“Nope.” She shook her head, cringing slightly at the thought of spending the next evening out with Jacobi searching for anyone who might have gotten glance at the guy. That wasn’t how she had wanted to spend it. “Let’s just hope we won’t have more victims to come.” She didn’t really think they’d be this lucky, but hoping had never hurt anyone.
“Yeah,” Jill agreed quietly and Claire only nodded. Ready for a change of topic, she just knew Jill would provide one soon. “So, you hear Cindy is getting out tomorrow?”
Lindsay nodded. “I’m going to pick her up at noon.”
“You are?” Jill looked at her, slightly surprised. “No work?”
“I’m sure Jacobi will be fine for an hour,” she said sourly.
The glances that passed between Claire and Jill made Lindsay wondered just what she had said or done wrong this time. As far as she could remember, her conscience was clean. It didn’t stop her from feeling like she was going to be lectured by her parents though.
In the end, it was Claire who spoke first. “What are you doing with the girl?”
Somewhat confused by the question, Lindsay raised her eyebrows and looked at them questioning. “Being her friend?”
“All of a sudden?” Jill asked. “You’ve been kinda absent lately; and not that much concerned about her.”
“Gotta start at some point.” Lindsay shrugged, not really liking where this conversation seemed to be heading. There were things she’d rather figure out on her own first than discuss them to death with her two friends.
“What about Pete? He doesn’t mind you spending so much time there?”
Lindsay turned to face Claire. “Tough luck if he did,” she said, slightly irritated at this point.
“Lindsay,” Claire sighed.
“What?” she snapped. Dancing around the subject was only fun for so long and she really wanted to go home.
“Don’t break her heart.” This time, it was Jill who spoke.
“I’m not planning to.” She hoped her sincerity was clear enough. She knew what she was doing, at least she thought she did, and hurting Cindy was the last thing on her mind. “What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked and then changed her mind. Shaking her head, she indicated that she didn’t want to know. “I’m going home now; I’m more than ready for a nice hot bath.”
Halfway out the door, she could still hear Jill’s answer to her question. “Nothing. That’s what you’re going to do.”
Part 5
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.
A/N2:Sorry for the long time in between updates, RL is a bit busy at the moment and the muse is only working slowly. I'll try to update a bit quicker :)
Part 4
“You’re early,” Cindy said the moment Lindsay set foot into her room. Pushing several pieces of paper she had spread over the whole of her bed onto one side, she paused for a moment. Nose scrunched and eyebrows raised, she looked up at Lindsay, slightly worried. “Except if I somehow missed a half the day?”
“They’re still giving you the good drugs, huh?” Lindsay chuckled. When she received a glare in return, she added, “And no, you haven’t.”
She settled down at the other end of the bed, she managed to bring a smile to Cindy’s face when she placed a brown paper bag right next to her. “Please, tell me that is real food,” she pleaded.
“Maybe,” Lindsay replied. Spotting the notepad in between the stack of sheets from the case file, she added sternly, “If you don’t tell me you’re working on an article or anything similar to it.”
A light blush crept over her cheeks and she gave her a sheepish grin. “Okay, then I won’t.”
“Cindy!” Lindsay chastised her. “That’s not what you were supposed to do with it.”
“I was bored,” she defended herself, shrugging as if it was the most logical consequence to just go back to work.
Snatching the notepad from Cindy, Lindsay placed it as far away from her as possible. “I’ll take the file with me if you don’t promise to not work on it anymore.”
The pout from Cindy was quickly followed by the realization that Lindsay wasn’t kidding. “You’re serious?”
“You just got shot,” Lindsay stated with as much indignation as she could muster.
“Doesn’t make it any less boring.” She crossed her arms in front of her and did her best to glare at Lindsay.
“Promise!”
“Fine,” she huffed, leaning forward to steal the bag from her. With a small wince, she settled back against the cushion, curiously glancing inside. Satisfied with what she found, she smiled thankfully at Lindsay. A few minute passed while she was happily nibbling away on the food, making a note to thank her verbally for it once she was done.
“So, what did the doctor say?” Lindsay asked.
“That they’re gonna release me tomorrow,” she said between bites.
“Already?”
Cindy merely shrugged in response to Lindsay’s apparent surprise. “I’m fine,” she said and added at the incredulous look she got from Lindsay, “At least better than other people who might need the bed. And I’ll be on bed rest.” The last part came out as a sigh.
“You better follow doctor’s order there.” The tone in her voice was one to tell her Lindsay wasn’t joking around. And she somehow got the feeling that, sooner or later, she was going to be checked up on. With a groan and a roll of her eyes, she finally nodded in agreement. “Good,” Lindsay smiled satisfied, “now, tell me when you’re getting released tomorrow.”
“Around noon,” Cindy replied, finishing the last bit and putting the empty box away.
“Okay,” she said slowly, pausing a moment to think things over. “I’ll be here to pick you up by then.”
“You really don’t have to do that,” Cindy protested, “I can take a cab.”
“Oh, really?” Lindsay looked at her challenging. “Take a walk for me to the door and back?” When Cindy only glared at her, Lindsay couldn’t hide the small smirk that wanted to escape. “I’ll be here.”
“Don’t you have work to do?” Cindy muttered.
“You really want to go home on your own?” Lindsay asked softly, reaching out for Cindy’s hand.
“No,” she finally conceded. “But I wouldn’t wanna keep you from work.”
Squeezing Cindy’s hand a little tighter, Lindsay smiled at her. “Nothing I’d rather do.” The gesture only lasted for a couple of seconds before Lindsay pulled her hand away, pushing herself of the bed. Clearing her throat, she looked away and scratched the back of her head. “I need your keys.” Lindsay opted for the sudden topic change.
“What do you…” Cindy shook her head. “Never mind, I don’t wanna know. In my bag over there.”
Two minutes later, she successfully retrieved them from the very bottom of the bag and dangled them from her fingers while she looked around the room. “Anything else you need before I leave?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah!” Cindy said and to Lindsay’s ear it sounded more like a simple ‘duh’. “How’s the case going?”
“Later,” Lindsay replied, stopping herself short of chuckling when she saw Cindy’s smile evolve into a full-blown pout complete with crossed arms. “Work calls,” she added apologetic.
“You promised!”
This time, Lindsay did laugh. “And I will.” She patted the sheet covered legs. “If you keep to the rules and don’t go back to work the moment I’m out of that door.”
“Deal,” Cindy grumbled begrudgingly.
“I’ll be here tomorrow at noon.”
Close to the door, she heard Cindy call her name. Turning around, she looked at her; cheeky grin on her lips, Cindy pointed to her forehead. “Didn’t you forget something?”
Smiling to herself, Lindsay stepped closer and, breaking tradition, kissed her softly on the cheek. “Be good,” she whispered close to Cindy’s ear, leaving her behind speechless.
***
“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” Lindsay groaned. Her back ached and she stretched, wincing when she heard something crack. What she wouldn’t give for a nice long bath right now. Frustrated, she placed another file on the stack of read ones. She quickly glanced at her watch, sighing when she saw she had spent the better part of the afternoon sorting through all kinds of financial and telephone records of both victims. With nothing to link them to anything.
She looked over at Jacobi and gladly noticed that he seemed to be as bored by it than she. “You found anything?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Nothing to connect the two of them. Which only leaves us with two random attacks.” He sighed.
“So.” Lindsay started thumbing through her notes. Reading them over, she summed up what they knew so far. “We have no witnesses seeing them leave with anyone. Jessica told her friends she’d be outside for a smoke, and when she didn’t come back, they just assumed she went home.”
“Apparently, not the first time she disappeared without saying goodbye,” Jacobi added from his own memory of the questioning of her friends. “So, no one found it odd.”
“Think he knew this beforehand?” Lindsay looked up from her notes.
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t seem to be anything other than out of opportunity, though. Nothing suggests why he should have stalked either her or Alexa.”
“Not much from her friends either,” Lindsay said. “She left alone when she told them she was going home.”
“So, wrong place, wrong time.”
“He had to be waiting somewhere to watch the places,” she wondered. “Someone had to see him.”
Giving his notes another glance, Jacobi said, “Both bars are on the same street. Guess we’ll be going out tomorrow.”
Lindsay groaned. “Nothing I’d rather do.”
“I’ll get the pictures of them, you bring the fun.” Receiving a glare from Lindsay, he simply shrugged. “And bring the leather jacket with you; will make them a lot more willing to talk to you.” He grinned at her but when he only good a look, he added, “Ladies bar only.”
Lindsay only rolled her eyes in reply and was saved from saying anything further by the beeping of her cell phone. She was out f her chair even before she had finished reading the text. “From Claire. She has something she wants to share.
Jacobi laughed and shook his head. “You and your strange club.”
“It’s not a club.”
Ignoring Lindsay’s correction, he went on, “Speaking of which… how’s your little reporter friend.”
The mentioning of Cindy brought a smile on her face, and she halted for a moment on her way out. “She’s doing fine. They’ll release her tomorrow.”
“So, I take it she’ll be around here in no time again.” He chuckled lightly.
With a slight frown now, Lindsay objected, “Oh, no, she will not. She’ll be at home doing exactly what the doctor told her.” When she saw Jacobi’s doubtful expression, she said, “Believe me, she will. I personally will look after that.”
“Don’t think she’ll mind that,” he grinned and Lindsay stopped short of asking why. She really didn’t have time or nerve for that now, or ever.
“Whatever you say,” she simply said and walked out in a hurry.
***
“Please tell me you’ve got something good for me,” she said the moment she entered the morgue, not at all surprised to see Jill already there as well.
“Hello to you, too,” Claire said instead, giving her a slightly disapproving look.
“Sorry,” Lindsay mumbled like a child that had just been chastised. “It’s been a pretty frustrating, useless afternoon and I really need something to work with.”
“Not sure it’s much, but we can now say it was the same guy.”
“At least we know we’re really looking for one guy.” Lindsay sighed. “Not making it easier though.”
“No witnesses?” Jill asked, handing over a cup of coffee which Lindsay gladly accepted.
“Nope.” She shook her head, cringing slightly at the thought of spending the next evening out with Jacobi searching for anyone who might have gotten glance at the guy. That wasn’t how she had wanted to spend it. “Let’s just hope we won’t have more victims to come.” She didn’t really think they’d be this lucky, but hoping had never hurt anyone.
“Yeah,” Jill agreed quietly and Claire only nodded. Ready for a change of topic, she just knew Jill would provide one soon. “So, you hear Cindy is getting out tomorrow?”
Lindsay nodded. “I’m going to pick her up at noon.”
“You are?” Jill looked at her, slightly surprised. “No work?”
“I’m sure Jacobi will be fine for an hour,” she said sourly.
The glances that passed between Claire and Jill made Lindsay wondered just what she had said or done wrong this time. As far as she could remember, her conscience was clean. It didn’t stop her from feeling like she was going to be lectured by her parents though.
In the end, it was Claire who spoke first. “What are you doing with the girl?”
Somewhat confused by the question, Lindsay raised her eyebrows and looked at them questioning. “Being her friend?”
“All of a sudden?” Jill asked. “You’ve been kinda absent lately; and not that much concerned about her.”
“Gotta start at some point.” Lindsay shrugged, not really liking where this conversation seemed to be heading. There were things she’d rather figure out on her own first than discuss them to death with her two friends.
“What about Pete? He doesn’t mind you spending so much time there?”
Lindsay turned to face Claire. “Tough luck if he did,” she said, slightly irritated at this point.
“Lindsay,” Claire sighed.
“What?” she snapped. Dancing around the subject was only fun for so long and she really wanted to go home.
“Don’t break her heart.” This time, it was Jill who spoke.
“I’m not planning to.” She hoped her sincerity was clear enough. She knew what she was doing, at least she thought she did, and hurting Cindy was the last thing on her mind. “What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked and then changed her mind. Shaking her head, she indicated that she didn’t want to know. “I’m going home now; I’m more than ready for a nice hot bath.”
Halfway out the door, she could still hear Jill’s answer to her question. “Nothing. That’s what you’re going to do.”
Part 5