Not one to argue with a free trip to California, Lindsay had managed to pack quickly and get to the airport just in time. Then there was a limo ride to the Stark Mansion, a luxurious night's stay in one of the guest rooms and now: A private beach.

So now Lindsay was ona deck chair in her bathing suit with a bucket of ice chilling some very nice ( Read more... )

Ever since... that thing that happened, Lindsay had gone into reclusive/hermit mode. Yesterday she had spent all day at the office with her door locked tight. Today she was in her room and was thinking of ways on how to never leave ( Read more... )

There was still a goat at 13 Griffin Way. Lindsay wasn't sure where it was at the moment but it was certainly around ( Read more... )

It was official. Today suckedWhich is why Lindsay is on the sofa, watching late night infomercials wearing a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. Talking with her dog, Martha ( Read more... )

There's something to be said for sleeping in on Saturday. After years of being on the police force and being called in on weekends and all hours of the night, Lindsay tried to make full use of the luxury. Especially if there was a certain dreadlocked alien sharing the same bed ( Read more... )

There's something to be said for sleeping in on Saturday. After years of being on the police force and being called in on weekends and all hours of the night, Lindsay tried to make full use of the luxury. Especially if there was a certain dreadlocked alien sharing the same bed ( Read more... )

It had been a long week for Lindsay. Last week she had gotten an urgent phone call for Jill and the next thing she knew she was on a flight to San Francisco.

( Cut for explanation of where Lindsay has been during Zombie Week and canon stuff... )

There were no harpies. There was no cereal falling from the sky. There was no sign of peas and clover being in any kind of cabinet anywhere ( Read more... )

Sleep was not Linz's friend tonight. The past few months of just working for Stark had gotten her used to going to bed at a decent hour and without a pager going off in the middle of the night she'd actually had uninterrupted sleep ( Read more... )

It had been a couple of months since Lindsay had been up here. After the events of yesterday she wasn't exactly sure why she found her way up among the attic filled with crime scene photographs, but here she was.

Lindsay had a weird way of avoiding things.

[For one. That Linz met with Jill is okay to broadcast. Rest is NFB]