Fic: Lover Of Mine 14/?
Title: Lover Of Mine
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Surprise there, Dana Sims is a real craze.
A/N: I've had fun with this chapter. Hope it translates into some good entertainment - if not for the girls. Linds, Cindy, sorry. I'm going to make it up to you soon. :D
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12/ Part 13
Jeff Kramer was furious. "You can't do this! You're destroying a good cop's career, and if your girlfriend ends up dead, that's on you too."
"Where is she?" Lindsay asked, ignoring the insinuations made. It was all she could do not to think of the gruesome possibilities, and what might have already happened. That, and strands of red hair in an envelope.
Jeff shook his head in frustration. "Give me five minutes."
She didn't say 'thank you', because she knew it wouldn't be appreciated. Actually, Lindsay didn't really care much at the moment. If Dana had some answers, she would get them. Any way.
Dana came all but running to her not much later. "Are there any news on Cindy? God, Lindsay, I'm so sorry. This must be horrible for you!"
"Join me for a moment?" Lindsay pointed to the open door of the interrogation room. She had to resist the urge to shake the younger woman. Even if she turned out to be innocent, and it didn't look that way, Dana's concern was fake. How much else about her was?
Dana sat. Lindsay stood with her back against the wall and waited.
After a few moments, Dana turned to her. "Jeff didn't tell me much. What is this about?"
"This is about you getting one chance to tell me where Cindy is. One chance for you to maybe cut some kind of deal. You miss it - it's over." Lindsay snapped her fingers, making Dana flinch slightly.
Dana straightened her shoulders. "I'm really sorry, but this is ridiculous. I don't know where she is... but maybe I was wrong about Ramon after all. Maybe the people who broke into her apartment wanted to finish off the job, make sure she wouldn't remember anything."
The way she was talking like Cindy was already gone made Lindsay want to strangle her. It would be of no use, she thought wryly. "Maybe. And maybe someone was planting the evidence. You were at the scene when his apartment was searched. You were in my apartment. It would have been too easy."
Laughing somewhat nervously, Dana shook her head. "You're overestimating my criminal energy."
"You think? Tell me about Laura Fisher then."
"Who?" Dana said immediately. Her tone was cool and calculating as she continued. "Okay, Lindsay, I see where you're getting at. If you want me to tell all, then we should both be honest."
"Excuse me?"
Dana gave a dramatic sigh. "About that night... I know you're still feeling guilty."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You think you were taking advantage of me, but I can assure you, that's not what happened. I wanted it too." She smiled sweetly, very much counting in that there were other people witnessing this absurd scene from the other side of the two-way mirror. Like Tom. Like Jill. "And you're also feeling guilty about cheating on Cindy, and now you might not have the chance to apologize to her, but I can't help you with that."
"You're crazy," Lindsay said, really seeing it for the first time. She wanted to yell it, but reined in the impulse. It was exactly what Dana wanted, to get to her, any way she could. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction though she was a bit baffled about how far the woman's delusion reached. "You know this never happened."
"Oh, sure. You cannot admit we had sex practically all night long with your ex-husband-slash-superior and your best friend who is scrambling for something to charge me, listening in. I understand, Linds." She got up to stand in front of Lindsay, close enough so she could whisper. "I don't regret a single moment."
"Be sure to plead insanity in court," Lindsay said. "They're gonna believe you."
"Can I go now? I've got a job to do, you know."
Lindsay hesitated just a moment before stepping away from the door. In passing, Dana touched her hand lightly, her voice dropping to an even lower tone. "Maybe if you come to the locker room with me for a few minutes, then I'll tell you." She winked.
Lindsay smiled back at her. "If you touched her, I'll find out. Don't get comfortable, Dana."
As soon as she was out of her vision, Lindsay leaned back against the wall, bracing herself. The guilt was eating at her alright. For not believing Cindy right away when she'd claimed that there was something strange about Dana.
~~~
"So did you put a trace on her?"
Jill looked regretful, Tom's expression Lindsay didn't like at all. "What?"
"On what grounds?" he asked. "She denied everything. We have no proof."
"Laura Fisher has agreed to talk to us," Jill said. "I'll call her back right away, we'll set up a conference call."
Tom was still looking at her in a way that made her defensive. "Everything she said in there was a lie! I didn't sleep with her. How the hell can you even think--"
"It's not what I'm thinking, Linds. If she was involved in anything, it's going to be hell to prove. That's what I'm worried about."
"I can follow her. Make it official once we have something solid."
"No way, Lindsay!"
"Okay." Lindsay raised her hands in mock defense, then she removed her gun from its holster and placed it on the table, together with her badge. "I'll do it with or without those, and you know it. It's up to you."
"You're not going to blackmail me with a Deputy District Attorney in the room, are you?" he asked, exasperated.
"Oh well. I didn't hear a word," Jill chimed in. "See you outside, Linds."
She left them to a silent standoff, rank as well as their shared history only adding to the gravity of the moment.
Finally, Tom sighed. "You better be damn careful. I hear she's one of the best shooters around."
Lindsay shrugged. "So am I. Is that all?"
In the doorway, he held her back. She looked down at his hand encircling her wrist, a somewhat inappropriate gesture of attempted comfort.
"Every cop in the city is on the look out for her," Tom said. "We're going to find her, Linds."
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Surprise there, Dana Sims is a real craze.
A/N: I've had fun with this chapter. Hope it translates into some good entertainment - if not for the girls. Linds, Cindy, sorry. I'm going to make it up to you soon. :D
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11/ Part 12/ Part 13
Jeff Kramer was furious. "You can't do this! You're destroying a good cop's career, and if your girlfriend ends up dead, that's on you too."
"Where is she?" Lindsay asked, ignoring the insinuations made. It was all she could do not to think of the gruesome possibilities, and what might have already happened. That, and strands of red hair in an envelope.
Jeff shook his head in frustration. "Give me five minutes."
She didn't say 'thank you', because she knew it wouldn't be appreciated. Actually, Lindsay didn't really care much at the moment. If Dana had some answers, she would get them. Any way.
Dana came all but running to her not much later. "Are there any news on Cindy? God, Lindsay, I'm so sorry. This must be horrible for you!"
"Join me for a moment?" Lindsay pointed to the open door of the interrogation room. She had to resist the urge to shake the younger woman. Even if she turned out to be innocent, and it didn't look that way, Dana's concern was fake. How much else about her was?
Dana sat. Lindsay stood with her back against the wall and waited.
After a few moments, Dana turned to her. "Jeff didn't tell me much. What is this about?"
"This is about you getting one chance to tell me where Cindy is. One chance for you to maybe cut some kind of deal. You miss it - it's over." Lindsay snapped her fingers, making Dana flinch slightly.
Dana straightened her shoulders. "I'm really sorry, but this is ridiculous. I don't know where she is... but maybe I was wrong about Ramon after all. Maybe the people who broke into her apartment wanted to finish off the job, make sure she wouldn't remember anything."
The way she was talking like Cindy was already gone made Lindsay want to strangle her. It would be of no use, she thought wryly. "Maybe. And maybe someone was planting the evidence. You were at the scene when his apartment was searched. You were in my apartment. It would have been too easy."
Laughing somewhat nervously, Dana shook her head. "You're overestimating my criminal energy."
"You think? Tell me about Laura Fisher then."
"Who?" Dana said immediately. Her tone was cool and calculating as she continued. "Okay, Lindsay, I see where you're getting at. If you want me to tell all, then we should both be honest."
"Excuse me?"
Dana gave a dramatic sigh. "About that night... I know you're still feeling guilty."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You think you were taking advantage of me, but I can assure you, that's not what happened. I wanted it too." She smiled sweetly, very much counting in that there were other people witnessing this absurd scene from the other side of the two-way mirror. Like Tom. Like Jill. "And you're also feeling guilty about cheating on Cindy, and now you might not have the chance to apologize to her, but I can't help you with that."
"You're crazy," Lindsay said, really seeing it for the first time. She wanted to yell it, but reined in the impulse. It was exactly what Dana wanted, to get to her, any way she could. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction though she was a bit baffled about how far the woman's delusion reached. "You know this never happened."
"Oh, sure. You cannot admit we had sex practically all night long with your ex-husband-slash-superior and your best friend who is scrambling for something to charge me, listening in. I understand, Linds." She got up to stand in front of Lindsay, close enough so she could whisper. "I don't regret a single moment."
"Be sure to plead insanity in court," Lindsay said. "They're gonna believe you."
"Can I go now? I've got a job to do, you know."
Lindsay hesitated just a moment before stepping away from the door. In passing, Dana touched her hand lightly, her voice dropping to an even lower tone. "Maybe if you come to the locker room with me for a few minutes, then I'll tell you." She winked.
Lindsay smiled back at her. "If you touched her, I'll find out. Don't get comfortable, Dana."
As soon as she was out of her vision, Lindsay leaned back against the wall, bracing herself. The guilt was eating at her alright. For not believing Cindy right away when she'd claimed that there was something strange about Dana.
~~~
"So did you put a trace on her?"
Jill looked regretful, Tom's expression Lindsay didn't like at all. "What?"
"On what grounds?" he asked. "She denied everything. We have no proof."
"Laura Fisher has agreed to talk to us," Jill said. "I'll call her back right away, we'll set up a conference call."
Tom was still looking at her in a way that made her defensive. "Everything she said in there was a lie! I didn't sleep with her. How the hell can you even think--"
"It's not what I'm thinking, Linds. If she was involved in anything, it's going to be hell to prove. That's what I'm worried about."
"I can follow her. Make it official once we have something solid."
"No way, Lindsay!"
"Okay." Lindsay raised her hands in mock defense, then she removed her gun from its holster and placed it on the table, together with her badge. "I'll do it with or without those, and you know it. It's up to you."
"You're not going to blackmail me with a Deputy District Attorney in the room, are you?" he asked, exasperated.
"Oh well. I didn't hear a word," Jill chimed in. "See you outside, Linds."
She left them to a silent standoff, rank as well as their shared history only adding to the gravity of the moment.
Finally, Tom sighed. "You better be damn careful. I hear she's one of the best shooters around."
Lindsay shrugged. "So am I. Is that all?"
In the doorway, he held her back. She looked down at his hand encircling her wrist, a somewhat inappropriate gesture of attempted comfort.
"Every cop in the city is on the look out for her," Tom said. "We're going to find her, Linds."