It is still WMC Day somewhere in the world.
Title: Save Her
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1189
Summary: Can Lindsay save the one she loves?
A/N: Ok so it has been ages since I've posted anything but I finally have. This was all handwritten and then I had to fight for a computer with internet to post this for WMC Day but I finally did. This is unbeta'ed, I tried my best to find any mistakes but I'm not perfect otherwise you would obviously have more fic. demeter94 I know this isn't what I said I would post for that drabble meme but that is no longer a drabble and is only half-written so I hope this will do.
Cindy! - Cindy! Honey, call out if you can?
All I can hear is muffled rattling, water churning and rushing around me. Pushing all other sounds out I notice an eerie silence just in the background. I can feel the water rising higher and higher, seeping into the top of my boots now. I have to hurry; I’m running out of time. I let my memories focus momentarily, gaining strength from them.
“Lindsay! I need you up here, now.”
“Tom I haven’t left the station for three and a half days, I’m going home.”
“Lindsay, it’s about your other half.”
I could feel my jaw tense, the blood fall through my body to the very pit of my stomach. I felt weak, yet somehow I managed to make it to the top of the stairs. Not many people know that Cindy is my other half...my better half, but everyone knew I was taken. It has been rumoured, that I’m easier to deal with; that is, when we don’t have a difference of opinion. In fact, I was on my way home to beg for forgiveness that very minute when Tom called me into his office. I found out she was taken by some masked man, right out of the parking lot of The Register too. This fight that we had is nothing now. I just want to her out of here and back home, where it’s safe. That’s all that matters.
“Lindsay?” All of a sudden my name ricocheted through the empty hull of the ship.
“Cindy? Just keep calling out!”
The ship’s constant groaning and growing water depth is setting my teeth on edge. I know that the exhaustion of the past week is settling in. I have a little time before the adrenaline won’t even help me stand anymore, so I move through the narrow passageway and deeper into the darkness.
I keep moving forward towards the sound of Cindy’s voice but I can hear it losing its strength too. Stopping unexpectedly I find the door in front of me is rusted, stuck, barely open - the gap too small for me to slide through. Stepping back, I brace myself on the narrow walls and kick with all of my strength. The door only budges a little, but enough to give me hope of getting to Cindy.
The water is up to the top of my thighs now and Cindy’s shouting is growing louder in desperation, the higher pitch in her voice only increasing my frantic efforts to get to her.
I kick at the door again. It doesn’t move this time. A wave of desperation washes over me so strong that I’m having a bit of trouble holding myself together. Adrenaline’s taking over me, I take another step back and pull myself together. Moving as fast as the waist high water will allow me to; I throw my entire weight against it. Ignoring the twinge of pain I feel the door moves haltingly so I continue pushing. Suddenly I’m sliding off the now freely swinging door and stumbling, unable to regain my balance I fall down into the swirling water. It swallows me without hesitation, instantly soaking through to my skin and blackening my vision.
Pushing outwards, my hands and feet scrabble for purchase; finding it I pull myself upwards and into a still, unnatural air. There is nothing. I cannot hear the voice that I’m so addicted to. A voice which I’m finding I cannot live without.
Calling out, I find my own hoarse with tears I didn’t even realise I was crying. The only answer that echoed back to me was the ship’s groans and my own harsh choking sobs.
Moving towards where I last heard her shouts, a blind numb panic fills me when I see her hair floating in the water in this very room, tied to a chair and unable to get free. Pulling my pocket knife from where it is frequently embedded in my jeans pocket, I flick it open just before taking a deep breath and diving under.
Finding only a small rope wrapped tightly around pale, delicate wrists I slide the knife between the two and slice the rope binding Cindy to her prison. Now free, I grab her shoulders and haul her up to stand. Wiping away the sodden red locks I see the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Water sluicing down fair skin and eyelashes fluttering as Cindy pulls in a deep, shaky breath, her weak hands clutching at my shoulders.
“Linz?”
“Back in a second, love you!” Smiling and ecstatic now that I have my reporter back in my arms, I steal a quick kiss before diving back into the freezing water.
Finding her hips, I run my hands downwards until I find the knots that hold her to the chair. I make short work of them, cutting through them with the same proficiency as before. Rising upwards hopefully for the last time, I’m greeted with a kiss that takes away any of the breath left in me. Pulling away reluctantly I remind myself of our current predicament.
“Cindy - let’s get out of here.”
I can see that the ordeal is getting to be a little bit too much and the whole experience has shaken the reporter to her very being. Cupping her cheek I get her gorgeous eyes to focus on me.
“Are you hurt at all?”
“I - I don’t think so.”
Smiling tenderly, I turn her around by the shoulders and start moving her forward. Quickly we make our way through the now listing, dying ship before finally finding the ladder that brought me down into this cold hell.
“You first:”
“No! Linz!”
“Don’t argue...please Cindy?”
I know that I’m begging now but I’m exhausted and just about spent. I can see Cindy debating but she finally turns and starts up the ladder, watching to make sure she doesn’t fall back I feel a small measure of relief when she makes it over the side of the hold and onto the deck. I gaze up as a search light illuminates her, as she stares back down at me. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I lift myself onto the ladder, giving a small cry when I put my weight on my injured shoulder. I know Cindy heard it, her own eyes widened impossibly as my face broke in pain but I continued upwards, using that arm as little as possible and blocking any of the pain that was shooting through me.
Reaching the deck I could feel Cindy help me lift me out, with an effort we both manage to collapse backwards on the deck. The whirring of the helicopter blades is whipping up the Bay something fierce, the sea water stinging any skin that is exposed. Sheltering my eyes with my hand I watch as a man jumps from the belly of the chopper into the turbulent waters, as he rises through the waves he strikes out towards us.Turning to Cindy I brush away dark strands of her hair, crying in relief I whisper to her.
“We’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1189
Summary: Can Lindsay save the one she loves?
A/N: Ok so it has been ages since I've posted anything but I finally have. This was all handwritten and then I had to fight for a computer with internet to post this for WMC Day but I finally did. This is unbeta'ed, I tried my best to find any mistakes but I'm not perfect otherwise you would obviously have more fic. demeter94 I know this isn't what I said I would post for that drabble meme but that is no longer a drabble and is only half-written so I hope this will do.
Cindy! - Cindy! Honey, call out if you can?
All I can hear is muffled rattling, water churning and rushing around me. Pushing all other sounds out I notice an eerie silence just in the background. I can feel the water rising higher and higher, seeping into the top of my boots now. I have to hurry; I’m running out of time. I let my memories focus momentarily, gaining strength from them.
“Lindsay! I need you up here, now.”
“Tom I haven’t left the station for three and a half days, I’m going home.”
“Lindsay, it’s about your other half.”
I could feel my jaw tense, the blood fall through my body to the very pit of my stomach. I felt weak, yet somehow I managed to make it to the top of the stairs. Not many people know that Cindy is my other half...my better half, but everyone knew I was taken. It has been rumoured, that I’m easier to deal with; that is, when we don’t have a difference of opinion. In fact, I was on my way home to beg for forgiveness that very minute when Tom called me into his office. I found out she was taken by some masked man, right out of the parking lot of The Register too. This fight that we had is nothing now. I just want to her out of here and back home, where it’s safe. That’s all that matters.
“Lindsay?” All of a sudden my name ricocheted through the empty hull of the ship.
“Cindy? Just keep calling out!”
The ship’s constant groaning and growing water depth is setting my teeth on edge. I know that the exhaustion of the past week is settling in. I have a little time before the adrenaline won’t even help me stand anymore, so I move through the narrow passageway and deeper into the darkness.
I keep moving forward towards the sound of Cindy’s voice but I can hear it losing its strength too. Stopping unexpectedly I find the door in front of me is rusted, stuck, barely open - the gap too small for me to slide through. Stepping back, I brace myself on the narrow walls and kick with all of my strength. The door only budges a little, but enough to give me hope of getting to Cindy.
The water is up to the top of my thighs now and Cindy’s shouting is growing louder in desperation, the higher pitch in her voice only increasing my frantic efforts to get to her.
I kick at the door again. It doesn’t move this time. A wave of desperation washes over me so strong that I’m having a bit of trouble holding myself together. Adrenaline’s taking over me, I take another step back and pull myself together. Moving as fast as the waist high water will allow me to; I throw my entire weight against it. Ignoring the twinge of pain I feel the door moves haltingly so I continue pushing. Suddenly I’m sliding off the now freely swinging door and stumbling, unable to regain my balance I fall down into the swirling water. It swallows me without hesitation, instantly soaking through to my skin and blackening my vision.
Pushing outwards, my hands and feet scrabble for purchase; finding it I pull myself upwards and into a still, unnatural air. There is nothing. I cannot hear the voice that I’m so addicted to. A voice which I’m finding I cannot live without.
Calling out, I find my own hoarse with tears I didn’t even realise I was crying. The only answer that echoed back to me was the ship’s groans and my own harsh choking sobs.
Moving towards where I last heard her shouts, a blind numb panic fills me when I see her hair floating in the water in this very room, tied to a chair and unable to get free. Pulling my pocket knife from where it is frequently embedded in my jeans pocket, I flick it open just before taking a deep breath and diving under.
Finding only a small rope wrapped tightly around pale, delicate wrists I slide the knife between the two and slice the rope binding Cindy to her prison. Now free, I grab her shoulders and haul her up to stand. Wiping away the sodden red locks I see the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Water sluicing down fair skin and eyelashes fluttering as Cindy pulls in a deep, shaky breath, her weak hands clutching at my shoulders.
“Linz?”
“Back in a second, love you!” Smiling and ecstatic now that I have my reporter back in my arms, I steal a quick kiss before diving back into the freezing water.
Finding her hips, I run my hands downwards until I find the knots that hold her to the chair. I make short work of them, cutting through them with the same proficiency as before. Rising upwards hopefully for the last time, I’m greeted with a kiss that takes away any of the breath left in me. Pulling away reluctantly I remind myself of our current predicament.
“Cindy - let’s get out of here.”
I can see that the ordeal is getting to be a little bit too much and the whole experience has shaken the reporter to her very being. Cupping her cheek I get her gorgeous eyes to focus on me.
“Are you hurt at all?”
“I - I don’t think so.”
Smiling tenderly, I turn her around by the shoulders and start moving her forward. Quickly we make our way through the now listing, dying ship before finally finding the ladder that brought me down into this cold hell.
“You first:”
“No! Linz!”
“Don’t argue...please Cindy?”
I know that I’m begging now but I’m exhausted and just about spent. I can see Cindy debating but she finally turns and starts up the ladder, watching to make sure she doesn’t fall back I feel a small measure of relief when she makes it over the side of the hold and onto the deck. I gaze up as a search light illuminates her, as she stares back down at me. Keeping my eyes locked on hers I lift myself onto the ladder, giving a small cry when I put my weight on my injured shoulder. I know Cindy heard it, her own eyes widened impossibly as my face broke in pain but I continued upwards, using that arm as little as possible and blocking any of the pain that was shooting through me.
Reaching the deck I could feel Cindy help me lift me out, with an effort we both manage to collapse backwards on the deck. The whirring of the helicopter blades is whipping up the Bay something fierce, the sea water stinging any skin that is exposed. Sheltering my eyes with my hand I watch as a man jumps from the belly of the chopper into the turbulent waters, as he rises through the waves he strikes out towards us.Turning to Cindy I brush away dark strands of her hair, crying in relief I whisper to her.
“We’re safe now, I’ve got you.”