Cindy/Lindsay Fic
Title: You've Got to Give for What You Take (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. Hope you all like it.
Part 5
“A few more steps then you can sit down,” Lindsay said, stopping for a moment. In one hand she carried Cindy’s bag, the other busy helping Cindy up to her apartment.
“Right,” Cindy replied, slightly out of breath. “I can’t remember there ever being that many stairs.”
“Come on,” she urged softly.
Finally closing the door behind her, Lindsay immediately navigated Cindy into the direction of her bedroom; much to her protest. Even if it was muttered quietly. Stepping into the room though, the next complaint turned into a chuckle.
“You didn’t.” She pointed towards the brown, fluffy bear placed in the middle of the bed. With a big smile on her face, she made it to her bed, sitting down with an exhausted huff. The next moment, the bear was securely wrapped in her arms.
“You said you’d like one,” Lindsay shrugged, pleased it was met with approval. “And it’s safer than more files. You really can’t work with it, and it’s way more comfy.”
A small pout on her lips, she said, “You still owe me an update.”
“I will, later,” Lindsay promised. “You want to change into your sleeping clothes?”
Cindy glared at her, then gave her watch a pointed look before giving in. “Fine, as I won’t be leaving the bed today anyway.”
“You got that right,” Lindsay said with a satisfied grin.
Walking over to Cindy’s dresser, she went to look for some comfortable pants and a shirt to button up. She paused for a moment, unsure whether to help or let Cindy try alone but with a glance towards her, she decided on the first. It certainly would be easier for her.
She stopped in front of Cindy, indicating her to raise her arms. After a questioning look from her, she complied. A small frown on her face followed by a wince made Lindsay hurry to pull the shirt over Cindy’s head. No matter how much she didn’t want to, she couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm her skin was. Helping Cindy into the shirt, she gently skimmed her fingertips along the outside of Cindy’s white bandage.
“Does it hurt?” she mumbled.
She could feel Cindy swallow. Hard. “A little,” she said.
Goose bumps appeared all over her skin and she shivered lightly. Figuring Cindy was getting cold, she retracted her fingers and buttoned up the shirt. Then, she helped Cindy up. A bright blush covered her cheeks when Lindsay’s hands went to her pants.
“You wanna do that alone?” she asked.
Not knowing where exactly her words or voice had gone, she only shook her head, giving Lindsay all the permission she needed. When Cindy was completely dressed again, she looked even more flustered and for a moment, Lindsay worried.
“You okay?” she asked, only to receive a quiet nod in reply. “Good,” she said. She pulled back the covers and Cindy obliged the unspoken request. “No leaving except for the bathroom and fridge.”
“Yes, mom.” Cindy stuck out her tongue.
Lindsay simply ignored her reply and went on, “Your pain meds and water are here, as well as a book and magazine. So, you should be fine till the evening.”
“Food?”
“In the fridge.” Lindsay said.
Cindy looked t her in surprise. “You went grocery shopping for me?”
“Don’t act so shocked.”
“I’m not,” she hurried to say. “Thank you, really.”
“No need to thank me.” Lindsay assured her. “It’s the least I can do.” The trace of guilt tinged her reply. As much as she knew she couldn’t have prevented it, she still felt responsible for Cindy getting shot. Never mind leaving her alone in the hospital.
When Cindy smiled at her and reached for her hand, she broke the gloomy moment she had just caused. “Anyway, you’ll need anything else before I leave?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“I’ll come by later with dinner,” Lindsay promised, making her way backwards out of the room. “And if I can’t make it before going out with Jacobi,” she groaned at the thought, “I’ll send Jill by.”
“Linz?” Cindy asked, her voice quieter than before and Lindsay could tell something was bothering her.
“Yeah?” She stopped and leaned against the frame, waiting for Cindy to speak.
“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but why are you doing all this?” She looked down at her hands now, not meeting her eyes anymore.
“You’re my friend,” Lindsay said, giving her the simplest answer at that moment. “One of my best friends.”
“You don’t need to spend your whole off time here; I’ll be fine.”
“Do you want me to come around less?”
The moment the words where out, Cindy looked up at her again. “No, no, I don’t want that,” she said quickly. “It’s just… what about Pete? Shouldn’t you be spending some time with him, too? The last part was more a mumble than a clear sentence but Lindsay still understood every word.
She moved closer to her again, running her fingers through Cindy’s hair as she spoke, “Don’t worry about that, okay?”
“If you say so.” Cindy shrugged, not sure what to make of it.
She tugged the sheets a little higher and kissed Cindy on top of her head. “You’ll be fine till later?” Cindy grinned at her and pointed to her pain killers. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and your laptop is in your living room, right?” When Cindy nodded and looked at her in confusion, she explained, “It’s being confiscated.” She smirked at Cindy.
“You’re kidding?”
“Just making sure you’re following orders.” Lindsay chuckled.
“By taking away my computer?” Cindy asked indignantly, arms crossed over her chest.
“You can use it tonight,” Lindsay assured her and then chuckled again. “With supervision.”
“That is…that’s…” At a loss for words, Cindy trailed off.
“Just in your best interest,” Lindsay said. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind Cindy’s ear and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Later,” she said and was gone before Cindy could complain again.
***
By the third bar that evening, her frustration was rising to a new high. So far, they hadn’t gotten anything. No one had seen anyone suspicious hanging around, not as far as they could remember anyway. Now they were making their way to talk to the next bar keeper to ask around. Then, they’d try to get some information from random people there.
The music was too loud and she had to shout to make herself understandable. “This is the last one for tonight?” She looked around the packed dance floor, full of happy couples and people trying to find someone, if only for at least a night. This wasn’t how she had imagined spending her night.
“Have somewhere else to go?” Jacobi asked, giving her knowing smirk and Lindsay was wondering if they were actually thinking about the same thing. She somehow doubted it.
“I happen to have other plans,” she replied.
“Hot date with the muffin stand guy?”
Lindsay rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Let’s get this over with.”
It was another fifteen minutes and two unhelpful people, who didn’t feel like interrupting their social outing to answer three questions, later when they finally made their way to the bar. Flashing her badge and giving the first bar tender she could find a stern look, they were presented with the one on duty the night of Alexa’s murder.
“How can I help you?” she asked, barely looking up from washing some glasses.
“We’d like to ask you some questions about last night,” Lindsay said rather testily but it caught the attention of the woman. She looked up and waited for Lindsay to speak again.
Jacobi held up Alexa’s picture. “Do you recognize that woman?”
The woman only shrugged in reply. “We have so many customers each night, you can’t really expect me to remember everyone one of them.”
“We’d still appreciate you trying,” Lindsay said, suppressing an annoyed sigh. People really weren’t out to be helpful tonight. She could see her evening plans slipping even further away.
“Fine,” the bartender replied and snatched the picture from Jacobi. Giving it a short glance, she handed it back. “No, sorry. Don’t remember her.”
“You’re sure? She was last seen here,” Jacobi questioned.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Have you noticed anything strange? Anyone hanging around here that looked suspicious?”
The bartender shook her head again. “No.” Lindsay was just about to thank her and be done with it, when she spoke again. “Actually, when I was out smoking yesterday night, there was this guy standing on the other side of the street, just watching the club.”
“Can you describe him?” She didn’t hope for much but there was s till a flicker of hope they’d get something useable.
“Pretty much your average guy.” The woman gave them an apologetic smile. “There wasn’t really anything particular about it. Average height, slim, white and I think the hair might have been brown, but it really was too dark to say for sure.” She finished with her description and Lindsay knew there wasn’t much they could do with it.
“Anything else?”
The bartender thought about it for a moment and then replied, “I think I have seen him a few times around before yesterday. But that’s about all I can tell you.”
Lindsay looked at Jacobi, who nodded, and then turned back to the bartender. “Thank you for your help.” She handed her a card with her number. “If you think of anything else, please call.”
The bartender promised she would and went back to work. Lindsay gestured for Jacobi to follow her outside and she breathed a sigh of relief when fresh air hit her face and the noise was gone. She quickly glanced at her watch and then focused on Jacobi.
“So, what do you think? He could be our guy?”
“Possibly.” Jacobi shrugged. “It’s definitely worth to have someone on the outlook the next couple of nights.”
Lindsay nodded in agreement. “Call it a night?”
“Eager to meet someone?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Lindsay smirked, followed by a goodnight.
***
It was after one when she quietly opened the door to Cindy’s bedroom, almost sure to find her still up and waiting to pester her with news about her case. The light on her nightstand was still on but Cindy was fast asleep with the book in her lap and her glasses on her nose. Lindsay smiled at the sight in front of her and quietly walked towards the bed. She carefully removed both glasses and book and pulled the covers up just a bit higher.
Careful not to make any noise, Lindsay looked around for a spare pillow and blanket. Two minutes later, her search ended successfully. She gave Cindy a final glance to make sure she was alright and turned off the light. She left the door open so she could hear if she needed anything and settled in Cindy’s living room. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable one Lindsay had ever seen, at least for a good night’s sleep but it would do.
She was woken up by the clattering of dishes in the kitchen. Sitting up, she tried to see in the dark. It was only a moment later when Cindy stepped into the living room, a mug in her hands. She gave Lindsay a weak smile and stood there awkwardly.
Lindsay sat up fully and moved a bit, patting next to her on the couch. “Can’t sleep anymore?”
“Nope,” Cindy said, holding the mug tightly in both of her hands. Lindsay could smell the tea. “Hurts a bit.”
“You should go back to bed and lie down.” Lindsay looked at her worriedly. “And take some painkillers.”
“Yeah.” Cindy bit her bottom lip and stared down at her mug.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s so quiet,” Cindy mumbled. “And I got used to being woken up every few hours I guess.” She shrugged and got up slowly. Lindsay couldn’t shake the feeling that Cindy had wanted to say more but hadn’t. She watched her walk to her bed room and pause uncertainly when she reached the door.
“You want me to stay with you?”
“You already are,” Cindy said, looking at her questioningly. To Lindsay, the confused frown was too cute.
“I meant sleep next to you?” Lindsay clarified and the shy smile on Cindy’s lips gave her the answer before Cindy herself did. When Cindy nodded, she grabbed pillow and blanket and was next to her in a matter of seconds. With one hand she carried her things, with the other, she gently steered Cindy back to bed.
“Let’s get you settled.” Lindsay pulled back the covers and waited for Cindy to get into bed, before handing her the pain killers and sitting down next to her. “You feel okay?”
“Yeah.” Cindy nodded.
Lindsay slid under the covers and switched off the light. She waited and listened for Cindy’s breathing to calm down so that she would know Cindy was asleep, but it wouldn’t come. She kept on moving around restlessly. “Still hurting?” Lindsay whispered.
Cindy only sighed in response.
“Turn on your side,” Lindsay said and when Cindy had shifted, she carefully started rubbing up and down Cindy’s back. “Helping?”
“Uh huh,” Cindy murmured.
Lindsay had continued for what she guessed another fifteen minutes before Cindy’s breathing finally evened out. Content with her success, Lindsay closed her eyes and followed a few minutes later.
Part 6
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. Hope you all like it.
Part 5
“A few more steps then you can sit down,” Lindsay said, stopping for a moment. In one hand she carried Cindy’s bag, the other busy helping Cindy up to her apartment.
“Right,” Cindy replied, slightly out of breath. “I can’t remember there ever being that many stairs.”
“Come on,” she urged softly.
Finally closing the door behind her, Lindsay immediately navigated Cindy into the direction of her bedroom; much to her protest. Even if it was muttered quietly. Stepping into the room though, the next complaint turned into a chuckle.
“You didn’t.” She pointed towards the brown, fluffy bear placed in the middle of the bed. With a big smile on her face, she made it to her bed, sitting down with an exhausted huff. The next moment, the bear was securely wrapped in her arms.
“You said you’d like one,” Lindsay shrugged, pleased it was met with approval. “And it’s safer than more files. You really can’t work with it, and it’s way more comfy.”
A small pout on her lips, she said, “You still owe me an update.”
“I will, later,” Lindsay promised. “You want to change into your sleeping clothes?”
Cindy glared at her, then gave her watch a pointed look before giving in. “Fine, as I won’t be leaving the bed today anyway.”
“You got that right,” Lindsay said with a satisfied grin.
Walking over to Cindy’s dresser, she went to look for some comfortable pants and a shirt to button up. She paused for a moment, unsure whether to help or let Cindy try alone but with a glance towards her, she decided on the first. It certainly would be easier for her.
She stopped in front of Cindy, indicating her to raise her arms. After a questioning look from her, she complied. A small frown on her face followed by a wince made Lindsay hurry to pull the shirt over Cindy’s head. No matter how much she didn’t want to, she couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm her skin was. Helping Cindy into the shirt, she gently skimmed her fingertips along the outside of Cindy’s white bandage.
“Does it hurt?” she mumbled.
She could feel Cindy swallow. Hard. “A little,” she said.
Goose bumps appeared all over her skin and she shivered lightly. Figuring Cindy was getting cold, she retracted her fingers and buttoned up the shirt. Then, she helped Cindy up. A bright blush covered her cheeks when Lindsay’s hands went to her pants.
“You wanna do that alone?” she asked.
Not knowing where exactly her words or voice had gone, she only shook her head, giving Lindsay all the permission she needed. When Cindy was completely dressed again, she looked even more flustered and for a moment, Lindsay worried.
“You okay?” she asked, only to receive a quiet nod in reply. “Good,” she said. She pulled back the covers and Cindy obliged the unspoken request. “No leaving except for the bathroom and fridge.”
“Yes, mom.” Cindy stuck out her tongue.
Lindsay simply ignored her reply and went on, “Your pain meds and water are here, as well as a book and magazine. So, you should be fine till the evening.”
“Food?”
“In the fridge.” Lindsay said.
Cindy looked t her in surprise. “You went grocery shopping for me?”
“Don’t act so shocked.”
“I’m not,” she hurried to say. “Thank you, really.”
“No need to thank me.” Lindsay assured her. “It’s the least I can do.” The trace of guilt tinged her reply. As much as she knew she couldn’t have prevented it, she still felt responsible for Cindy getting shot. Never mind leaving her alone in the hospital.
When Cindy smiled at her and reached for her hand, she broke the gloomy moment she had just caused. “Anyway, you’ll need anything else before I leave?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“I’ll come by later with dinner,” Lindsay promised, making her way backwards out of the room. “And if I can’t make it before going out with Jacobi,” she groaned at the thought, “I’ll send Jill by.”
“Linz?” Cindy asked, her voice quieter than before and Lindsay could tell something was bothering her.
“Yeah?” She stopped and leaned against the frame, waiting for Cindy to speak.
“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but why are you doing all this?” She looked down at her hands now, not meeting her eyes anymore.
“You’re my friend,” Lindsay said, giving her the simplest answer at that moment. “One of my best friends.”
“You don’t need to spend your whole off time here; I’ll be fine.”
“Do you want me to come around less?”
The moment the words where out, Cindy looked up at her again. “No, no, I don’t want that,” she said quickly. “It’s just… what about Pete? Shouldn’t you be spending some time with him, too? The last part was more a mumble than a clear sentence but Lindsay still understood every word.
She moved closer to her again, running her fingers through Cindy’s hair as she spoke, “Don’t worry about that, okay?”
“If you say so.” Cindy shrugged, not sure what to make of it.
She tugged the sheets a little higher and kissed Cindy on top of her head. “You’ll be fine till later?” Cindy grinned at her and pointed to her pain killers. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and your laptop is in your living room, right?” When Cindy nodded and looked at her in confusion, she explained, “It’s being confiscated.” She smirked at Cindy.
“You’re kidding?”
“Just making sure you’re following orders.” Lindsay chuckled.
“By taking away my computer?” Cindy asked indignantly, arms crossed over her chest.
“You can use it tonight,” Lindsay assured her and then chuckled again. “With supervision.”
“That is…that’s…” At a loss for words, Cindy trailed off.
“Just in your best interest,” Lindsay said. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind Cindy’s ear and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Later,” she said and was gone before Cindy could complain again.
***
By the third bar that evening, her frustration was rising to a new high. So far, they hadn’t gotten anything. No one had seen anyone suspicious hanging around, not as far as they could remember anyway. Now they were making their way to talk to the next bar keeper to ask around. Then, they’d try to get some information from random people there.
The music was too loud and she had to shout to make herself understandable. “This is the last one for tonight?” She looked around the packed dance floor, full of happy couples and people trying to find someone, if only for at least a night. This wasn’t how she had imagined spending her night.
“Have somewhere else to go?” Jacobi asked, giving her knowing smirk and Lindsay was wondering if they were actually thinking about the same thing. She somehow doubted it.
“I happen to have other plans,” she replied.
“Hot date with the muffin stand guy?”
Lindsay rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Let’s get this over with.”
It was another fifteen minutes and two unhelpful people, who didn’t feel like interrupting their social outing to answer three questions, later when they finally made their way to the bar. Flashing her badge and giving the first bar tender she could find a stern look, they were presented with the one on duty the night of Alexa’s murder.
“How can I help you?” she asked, barely looking up from washing some glasses.
“We’d like to ask you some questions about last night,” Lindsay said rather testily but it caught the attention of the woman. She looked up and waited for Lindsay to speak again.
Jacobi held up Alexa’s picture. “Do you recognize that woman?”
The woman only shrugged in reply. “We have so many customers each night, you can’t really expect me to remember everyone one of them.”
“We’d still appreciate you trying,” Lindsay said, suppressing an annoyed sigh. People really weren’t out to be helpful tonight. She could see her evening plans slipping even further away.
“Fine,” the bartender replied and snatched the picture from Jacobi. Giving it a short glance, she handed it back. “No, sorry. Don’t remember her.”
“You’re sure? She was last seen here,” Jacobi questioned.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Have you noticed anything strange? Anyone hanging around here that looked suspicious?”
The bartender shook her head again. “No.” Lindsay was just about to thank her and be done with it, when she spoke again. “Actually, when I was out smoking yesterday night, there was this guy standing on the other side of the street, just watching the club.”
“Can you describe him?” She didn’t hope for much but there was s till a flicker of hope they’d get something useable.
“Pretty much your average guy.” The woman gave them an apologetic smile. “There wasn’t really anything particular about it. Average height, slim, white and I think the hair might have been brown, but it really was too dark to say for sure.” She finished with her description and Lindsay knew there wasn’t much they could do with it.
“Anything else?”
The bartender thought about it for a moment and then replied, “I think I have seen him a few times around before yesterday. But that’s about all I can tell you.”
Lindsay looked at Jacobi, who nodded, and then turned back to the bartender. “Thank you for your help.” She handed her a card with her number. “If you think of anything else, please call.”
The bartender promised she would and went back to work. Lindsay gestured for Jacobi to follow her outside and she breathed a sigh of relief when fresh air hit her face and the noise was gone. She quickly glanced at her watch and then focused on Jacobi.
“So, what do you think? He could be our guy?”
“Possibly.” Jacobi shrugged. “It’s definitely worth to have someone on the outlook the next couple of nights.”
Lindsay nodded in agreement. “Call it a night?”
“Eager to meet someone?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Lindsay smirked, followed by a goodnight.
***
It was after one when she quietly opened the door to Cindy’s bedroom, almost sure to find her still up and waiting to pester her with news about her case. The light on her nightstand was still on but Cindy was fast asleep with the book in her lap and her glasses on her nose. Lindsay smiled at the sight in front of her and quietly walked towards the bed. She carefully removed both glasses and book and pulled the covers up just a bit higher.
Careful not to make any noise, Lindsay looked around for a spare pillow and blanket. Two minutes later, her search ended successfully. She gave Cindy a final glance to make sure she was alright and turned off the light. She left the door open so she could hear if she needed anything and settled in Cindy’s living room. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable one Lindsay had ever seen, at least for a good night’s sleep but it would do.
She was woken up by the clattering of dishes in the kitchen. Sitting up, she tried to see in the dark. It was only a moment later when Cindy stepped into the living room, a mug in her hands. She gave Lindsay a weak smile and stood there awkwardly.
Lindsay sat up fully and moved a bit, patting next to her on the couch. “Can’t sleep anymore?”
“Nope,” Cindy said, holding the mug tightly in both of her hands. Lindsay could smell the tea. “Hurts a bit.”
“You should go back to bed and lie down.” Lindsay looked at her worriedly. “And take some painkillers.”
“Yeah.” Cindy bit her bottom lip and stared down at her mug.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s so quiet,” Cindy mumbled. “And I got used to being woken up every few hours I guess.” She shrugged and got up slowly. Lindsay couldn’t shake the feeling that Cindy had wanted to say more but hadn’t. She watched her walk to her bed room and pause uncertainly when she reached the door.
“You want me to stay with you?”
“You already are,” Cindy said, looking at her questioningly. To Lindsay, the confused frown was too cute.
“I meant sleep next to you?” Lindsay clarified and the shy smile on Cindy’s lips gave her the answer before Cindy herself did. When Cindy nodded, she grabbed pillow and blanket and was next to her in a matter of seconds. With one hand she carried her things, with the other, she gently steered Cindy back to bed.
“Let’s get you settled.” Lindsay pulled back the covers and waited for Cindy to get into bed, before handing her the pain killers and sitting down next to her. “You feel okay?”
“Yeah.” Cindy nodded.
Lindsay slid under the covers and switched off the light. She waited and listened for Cindy’s breathing to calm down so that she would know Cindy was asleep, but it wouldn’t come. She kept on moving around restlessly. “Still hurting?” Lindsay whispered.
Cindy only sighed in response.
“Turn on your side,” Lindsay said and when Cindy had shifted, she carefully started rubbing up and down Cindy’s back. “Helping?”
“Uh huh,” Cindy murmured.
Lindsay had continued for what she guessed another fifteen minutes before Cindy’s breathing finally evened out. Content with her success, Lindsay closed her eyes and followed a few minutes later.
Part 6