Fic: Lover Of Mine 6/?
Title: Lover Of Mine
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Theories, secrets, loyalties.
A/N: Sorry, just a short update on the soap. Today was a long Monday!
Also, if you have a minute, I'd be really happy if you come & check out fansofwmc. Thank you! :) Now, on to the drama.
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5
Cindy looked groggy from the pain medication, but she was sitting up when Lindsay arrived, greeting her with a smile. "Just the visitor I was hoping for."
"I'm glad." It was almost as if they were whispering, treading carefully, because the ice was thin, and each wrong step could easily pull them back into the horror scenario of last night. They would have to go there eventually, Lindsay knew, but she held back the questions for the moment. Instead, she sat on the bedside, leaning in for a brief, tender kiss. "How are you?"
This close, she could feel that Cindy was trembling. The bruises would fade, broken bones heal, but it would be some time before she would be able to wake up in the middle of the night and not being scared of the nightmare starting all over again.
"Better, I guess." Cindy shrugged.
"When they let you out, you're coming home with me." If was only partly selfish. As long as they didn't know who had broken into the apartment, it could still be dangerous out there.
"I wish that offer would have been made under different circumstances."
There was nothing to say to that. Lindsay just reached out to brush the back of her hand against Cindy's cheek very gently. To her dismay, Cindy began to cry.
"What is it? Should I call the doctor?"
Cindy shook her head. "No, it's... I'm sorry," she said finally, a hint of frustration to her voice, but the tears wouldn't stop.
"It's okay. I'll be here for a while." Her mind was a few steps ahead though; Lindsay thought about Dana's theory. It didn't make sense. The killer, as far as they knew, worked alone. And flashing back to the crime scenes, the dead women, Lindsay couldn't bring herself to think that the same man might have been watching Cindy, invading her home. Violating her. But someone had.
"I thought they were going to kill me," Cindy whispered. "They wouldn't stop."
"I'm sorry." It sounded lame, but at least Lindsay knew Cindy would get what was behind that apology, that she'd never forgive herself for not staying last night. And she wouldn't stop until the perps were found and charged with attempted murder.
"Sorry," she said again when Cindy seemed a little calmer, "but we need access to your computer at the Register. This might have to do with one of your stories." Somehow that was easier to bear than the idea that a man who got off cutting off women's body parts might have been after her.
"Sure. I just thought there was only one person at the moment who's really pissed off with me."
When Lindsay just looked at her quizzically, she clarified, "Officer Sims?"
"Dana? Oh no. She might be a little annoying, but she wouldn't hire some goons and have them beat you up."
"You sure about that?"
"Cindy, she's a cop! That's ridiculous."
The pent-up fear of the past few hours and the exhaustion were getting to her, but somehow Lindsay still realized that Cindy was the wrong person to address with this. "She wouldn't do that," she said, feeling ashamed having raised her voice when all she wanted to do was to rewind to yesterday evening and just take Cindy home with her, so this would have never happened.
"Okay. You must know," Cindy said, but she didn't sound convinced.
~~~
Jill had stopped by to keep Cindy company as well. She pulled herself a chair while Lindsay had gone to get some coffee. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked seriously. "Other than prosecute those sons of bitches into a dark hole once Lindsay is through with them?"
Cindy hadn't thought that was even possible, but her friend's words made her laugh. "Sounds good to me... but I'm afraid you'll have to find them first to do that. I'm sorry I'm no help."
Jill hesitantly touched her shoulder. "You've helped as much as you can. The rest is up to the cops now; they will find them."
"There is something you can do for me indeed." Cindy felt uncomfortable going behind Lindsay's back on this, but she had tested her girlfriend's reaction, and it hadn't been promising. It wasn't like Lindsay was actually interested in Dana Sims, but she seemed to feel the need to be protective of another woman cop even now. Maybe Cindy was wrong. Maybe nearly getting beaten to death had distorted her perception. She couldn't take a chance. "Would you check up on that Dana girl? She kind of freaks me out."
"Really?" Jill looked surprised. "You don't think she was... She's got a crush on Lindsay. Who can blame her?"
"I'm serious, Jill. Lindsay wouldn't listen to me on this. If anything, prove to me that I was wrong." Cindy realized she was about to cry again. She really wanted to fall asleep and not wake up before all the pain had gone away and Dana Sims had moved out of the state. She wanted to stop being afraid every single damn time Lindsay left the room.
"Okay, sure." Jill's easy acceptance of the issue only made her cry harder. "Hey. I'll take care of it. Can I hug you, or will it hurt?"
It probably would, but at the moment, Cindy could use all the hugs she could get.
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Theories, secrets, loyalties.
A/N: Sorry, just a short update on the soap. Today was a long Monday!
Also, if you have a minute, I'd be really happy if you come & check out fansofwmc. Thank you! :) Now, on to the drama.
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5
Cindy looked groggy from the pain medication, but she was sitting up when Lindsay arrived, greeting her with a smile. "Just the visitor I was hoping for."
"I'm glad." It was almost as if they were whispering, treading carefully, because the ice was thin, and each wrong step could easily pull them back into the horror scenario of last night. They would have to go there eventually, Lindsay knew, but she held back the questions for the moment. Instead, she sat on the bedside, leaning in for a brief, tender kiss. "How are you?"
This close, she could feel that Cindy was trembling. The bruises would fade, broken bones heal, but it would be some time before she would be able to wake up in the middle of the night and not being scared of the nightmare starting all over again.
"Better, I guess." Cindy shrugged.
"When they let you out, you're coming home with me." If was only partly selfish. As long as they didn't know who had broken into the apartment, it could still be dangerous out there.
"I wish that offer would have been made under different circumstances."
There was nothing to say to that. Lindsay just reached out to brush the back of her hand against Cindy's cheek very gently. To her dismay, Cindy began to cry.
"What is it? Should I call the doctor?"
Cindy shook her head. "No, it's... I'm sorry," she said finally, a hint of frustration to her voice, but the tears wouldn't stop.
"It's okay. I'll be here for a while." Her mind was a few steps ahead though; Lindsay thought about Dana's theory. It didn't make sense. The killer, as far as they knew, worked alone. And flashing back to the crime scenes, the dead women, Lindsay couldn't bring herself to think that the same man might have been watching Cindy, invading her home. Violating her. But someone had.
"I thought they were going to kill me," Cindy whispered. "They wouldn't stop."
"I'm sorry." It sounded lame, but at least Lindsay knew Cindy would get what was behind that apology, that she'd never forgive herself for not staying last night. And she wouldn't stop until the perps were found and charged with attempted murder.
"Sorry," she said again when Cindy seemed a little calmer, "but we need access to your computer at the Register. This might have to do with one of your stories." Somehow that was easier to bear than the idea that a man who got off cutting off women's body parts might have been after her.
"Sure. I just thought there was only one person at the moment who's really pissed off with me."
When Lindsay just looked at her quizzically, she clarified, "Officer Sims?"
"Dana? Oh no. She might be a little annoying, but she wouldn't hire some goons and have them beat you up."
"You sure about that?"
"Cindy, she's a cop! That's ridiculous."
The pent-up fear of the past few hours and the exhaustion were getting to her, but somehow Lindsay still realized that Cindy was the wrong person to address with this. "She wouldn't do that," she said, feeling ashamed having raised her voice when all she wanted to do was to rewind to yesterday evening and just take Cindy home with her, so this would have never happened.
"Okay. You must know," Cindy said, but she didn't sound convinced.
~~~
Jill had stopped by to keep Cindy company as well. She pulled herself a chair while Lindsay had gone to get some coffee. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked seriously. "Other than prosecute those sons of bitches into a dark hole once Lindsay is through with them?"
Cindy hadn't thought that was even possible, but her friend's words made her laugh. "Sounds good to me... but I'm afraid you'll have to find them first to do that. I'm sorry I'm no help."
Jill hesitantly touched her shoulder. "You've helped as much as you can. The rest is up to the cops now; they will find them."
"There is something you can do for me indeed." Cindy felt uncomfortable going behind Lindsay's back on this, but she had tested her girlfriend's reaction, and it hadn't been promising. It wasn't like Lindsay was actually interested in Dana Sims, but she seemed to feel the need to be protective of another woman cop even now. Maybe Cindy was wrong. Maybe nearly getting beaten to death had distorted her perception. She couldn't take a chance. "Would you check up on that Dana girl? She kind of freaks me out."
"Really?" Jill looked surprised. "You don't think she was... She's got a crush on Lindsay. Who can blame her?"
"I'm serious, Jill. Lindsay wouldn't listen to me on this. If anything, prove to me that I was wrong." Cindy realized she was about to cry again. She really wanted to fall asleep and not wake up before all the pain had gone away and Dana Sims had moved out of the state. She wanted to stop being afraid every single damn time Lindsay left the room.
"Okay, sure." Jill's easy acceptance of the issue only made her cry harder. "Hey. I'll take care of it. Can I hug you, or will it hurt?"
It probably would, but at the moment, Cindy could use all the hugs she could get.