Gifts
Title: Gifts
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay, Cindy
Rating: PG
Word Length: 486
Spoilers/Warnings: 1x12 (Sometimes) The Truth Will Set You Free, 2x01 Begin Again
Disclaimer: I do not own obviously because I’m still sitting on my flatmate’s couch and working nightshift
A/N: I know I’m suppose to be working on The Lois Lane Kind of Trouble and I was, till I read Begin Again. I know this is kinda premature but this story just wouldn’t leave my head. It is unbeta’ed so don’t sue.
“Come on in. Don’t worry about the mess, I haven’t been home much."
“I think that’s a given, considering you were shot.”
Lindsay followed Cindy through the apartment door. Pausing in the doorway she looked around, overlooking the disarray of books and bits of paper everywhere. Beneath it all was furniture that didn’t exactly match but was none the less bright and tasteful. The walls although a dull beige colour that seems popular with all apartments had several large paintings of industrial sites done in greys and black -each canvas was sporting a splash of a different colour.
Turning to Cindy, Lindsay started to speak only to be cut off by the redhead.
“I know they’re out of place, but I didn’t have any other wall space large enough to hang them”
“Actually I was gonna say they look fantastic.” Smirking, Lindsay took in the shocked look on Cindy’s face. “Where did you get them?”
Cindy paled and blinked back sudden tears. Realising she had caused the sudden change in mood Lindsay gently took Cindy by the arm and led her to the couch.
“Hey, Cindy”
Getting no response Lindsay lifted her hand to Cindy’s cheek. Turning her head until she could look into Cindy’s tearful eyes, Lindsay wiped a tear from her cheek.
“Hey. Are you alright?”
Slowly Cindy shook her head.
“Ok let’s get you into bed. I will find your prescriptions and a glass of water”
Slowly Lindsay helped Cindy stand and watched her unusually silent friend head towards her room. Turning she stared at the paintings in question, Lindsay pondered why Cindy had them in such a prominent place if they made her upset. Shaking herself loose of her thought she went in search of drugs and glass of water.
*~*~*
“”Here you go”
Placing the water and pills into Cindy’s waiting hands she watched as they disappeared, relieved that they weren’t refused like they were at the hospital. Taking the glass from the reporter’s hands Lindsay sat on the edge of the bed. Lindsay was torn, on one hand she wanted to ask about it but the other didn’t want upset Cindy any further. After all she was recovering from a gunshot wound. Making up her mind Linds leaned down and kissed Cindy softly on the forehead.
“Night, Cindy.”
Standing up she made sure Cindy was tucked in then turned to leave. As she reached towards the light switch Cindy’s whisper made her pause.
“My college roomie was an Arts Major. She painted them in remembrance of someone I lost.”
Lindsay looked back at the small heartbroken reporter who seemed to be dwarfed by her massive bed.
“I’m sorry.”
Cindy closed her eyes and seemed to relax.
“That’s alright, I knew you were curious.”
Lindsay let out a sigh and turned the switch off. Quietly she made her way out of the apartment, taking care that the door was locked behind her.