CM/WMC Crossover - The Unexpected, 2/?
Title: The Unexpected, 2/?
Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover
Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied, if you squint really hard.
Rating: Probably PG/PG-13 for right now. There will definitely be some NC-17 at some point, but I’ll forewarn you.
Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing except what’s in my head! If I did, I wouldn’t have to write these fics to fill in the blanks.
Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.
AN: All blame is on those who keep poking me.
CHAPTER 2
Claire wrapped an arm around the petite redhead as she retold her tale to “the gang,” as Cindy had affectionately dubbed her best friends.
“Honey, it’s going to be okay,” the foursome hovered over coffee and doughnuts at Claire’s desk. Cindy never thought in a million years that she’d be able to hangout in, much less eat food in, a morgue, but here she was. She looked out at the cold metal table and shivered. An image of her mutilated body, on display in front of her friends, popped into her head. She fought back the nausea that crawled up her spine and threw the half-eaten lump of sugar in the trashcan.
Lindsay paced in front of the duo, not sure what to do with herself, except recount the facts over and over again. It was a habit that was quickly wearing thin with Cindy. Lindsay had refused to let Cindy out of her sight yesterday, but if Cindy was honest with herself, she didn’t put up much of a fight. She was grateful, in fact, to spend the crisp fall day in her friend’s care.
“Okay, you said, that you got up and went to get your mail, right? But you didn’t notice anything odd?” The gravely voiced detective had asked this question for the tenth time.
The redhead, finally at her wits end, dropped her hands from her head and looked up with tired eyes, “I swear to God, Linz, if you ask me that question one more time!”
“I’m sorry! I’m just trying to make sure we’ve covered all our bases.”
“We’ve covered more bases than Lindsay Lohan. Do you mind if we just not talk about it for 10 seconds?” The lanky brunette looked at the pleading brown eyes. “Please?”
Lindsay stuck her hands in her back pockets, feeling incredibly self-conscious with all eyes on her, “Yeah, sure.” She looked around her for something to focus on but the warm eyes and soft lips of Cindy Thomas. She fought the almost uncontrollable urge to wrap her arms around Cindy and never let her go. She shook her head and eventually glanced at her watch, “Oh shit! I gotta go. The team from the FBI should be getting here at any moment.”
She grabbed her coat and headed for the door before coming back to Cindy, “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
Cindy could only nod, the physical proximity of Lindsay making speech impossible at the moment. Lindsay spared a moment to place her hand on Claire’s shoulder to get her attention, “Look after her, okay?”
“You bet!”
Jill, who had been listening quietly, jumped up from Claire’s desk chair, wrapping her arm around Cindy’s shoulder, “Alright, kiddo. I say we get you some real food before the FBI gets a hold of you. It’s going to be a long day.”
*******
Lindsay sprinted up the stairs, letting her long legs take two stairs at a time, until she came to the main landing. Directly ahead she saw the small cluster of suits that parted at her approach. Tom stood on the far side of the group, making introductions at her arrival. She always hated formality but already felt a bit at ease seeing the pink streaked hair of Agent Garcia. Apparently, these weren’t your typical FBI agents.
Lindsay led the group to a conference room next to Tom’s office upstairs and helped them get settled in while discussing a few particulars of the case.
“JJ, Reid, I want you two to set up here and help Garcia get online. Morgan, you and Rossi check out the scenes where our vics were found then connect with anyone they knew - coworkers, family, friends, mailman, anyone that’s ever spent more than two seconds in our vics presence. Prentiss, come with me. We’ll see what Ms. Thomas can tell us,” Emily nodded once and grabbed a pad and pen for notes.
*******
Jill, Cindy, and Claire’s heads all shot up in unison at the sound of steps on the stairs. Before Cindy could think to hide the greasy bag of McDonald’s breakfast, Lindsay rounded the corner with two agents.
The detective smiled at her friend’s being caught, “Oh yeah, that’s much better than doughnuts.”
“Doughnuts are cliché. We had to get rid of them,” Jill smiled, sugar sweet, at her friend.
“Agents Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, this is Cindy Thomas.”
For a brief moment, Cindy couldn’t think as the two agents stepped forward. She was all prepared to stand and shake hands, but instead sat there mutely watching Emily swagger up to her, in her low-riding slacks and dark button down shirt. ‘Dayum!’ Seeing the agent standing next to Lindsay made Cindy do a double-take. ‘Oh, double damn!’ The two women could have been cut from the same mold, except the profiler looked like someone had taken a rougher version of Lindsay and shined her up. Agent Prentiss had a strange combination of refinement and raw sexuality that made Cindy’s heart speed up just a little. ‘Oh yeah, definitely from the same mold,’ Cindy thought. The reporter fleetingly wondered what Emily Prentiss would drink if they went out. Somehow she couldn’t see her drinking Michelob from the bottle like Lindsay.
Emily stretched her hand out to the redhead, “Hello, Ms. Thomas. Do you mind if we ask you some questions?”
Cindy blinked a couple of times before realizing that she was spoken to, finally taking Emily’s hand, surprised at its warmth and solidness. Most women had weak handshakes, but not Agent Prentiss. The only other woman she knew like that was…she looked to her left at Lindsay and swallowed hard.
“Hi, um…sure.”
Lindsay watched the exchange with interest, but said nothing. Not often was Cindy speechless, even with her. She felt a tightness coil in her stomach when the two women shook hands, but dismissed it and switched gears.
“Well, there’s a room upstairs where you can talk. I’ll take you.”
“Thank you, detective,” Hotch turned to follow Lindsay out of the room.
Emily let Cindy go in front of her, her fingers lightly grazing the redhead’s shoulder in passing, “Go ahead.”
Cindy shivered at the touch and couldn’t bring herself to respond. ‘What the hell!?'