Fic: Lover Of Mine 8/?
Title: Lover Of Mine
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Cindy makes a decision.
A/N: Sorry for the delay! Your Daily Soap continues.
(And thank God for lj preview. I nearly posted this to rizzoli_isles, now there's an online Freudian slip if I've ever seen one.)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7
Later at the dinner table, Lindsay pulled the chair back for Cindy, waited until she'd sat down and then bent to kiss her neck softly. Cindy smiled unwittingly; the nap had been a good idea after all. She felt rested and less in pain. Even in the chaos of the past few days, there was time for little moments like that.
They had ordered in, making the evening as comfortable as it could be.
Still, Cindy didn't ask. Lindsay was first to approach the subject.
"He confessed," she said. It wasn't so much in the words, but in the way they were said that Cindy could read it must have been bad. She simply waited.
"Dana thought it wasn't a coincidence - this case, and the... break-in at your place."
"Dana." Her brighter mood was gone all of a sudden, and so was her appetite. "She's not a detective. And what happened wasn't exactly a break-in."
"I know," Lindsay said placatingly, "but we had to check."
"Check what?" Cindy could hardly hide her irritation, and she didn't care to. "I told you, and I told everybody who asked me that there were two people in my apartment. If it had been Ramon, my fingers wouldn't have been just broken. You would have found them in the fridge!"
Lindsay flinched at the mental image, but she didn't seem to agree. "We are still waiting for test results. You know, just because you don't like her, it doesn't mean that she's wrong about it."
"I don't like her alright," Cindy confirmed after spending a moment of wondering whether or not she'd heard Lindsay's words correctly. "Why are we even talking about her?"
"Because she's a cop who's been working on this case?" Lindsay said with a hint of impatience.
"Oh, she's on the case. So she is a detective now?"
"Cindy, what the hell is going on here? You're not jealous of her. Right?"
"Don't overestimate yourself. It might be just that I'm sick and in pain. I'll go back to bed. Don't bother," Cindy snapped when Lindsay rose from her chair. "I'd like to be alone now."
~~~
When she finally was, regret came crashing down on her. Cindy was struggling to understand what had just happened. The minutes ticked by, but Lindsay didn't come, respecting the wish that Cindy had made crystal clear. Now she wished she hadn't. Her grandmother had used to say many wise things, one of them that you never go to bed still angry with your loved one.
Cindy felt unsettlingly blindsided, because, actually, she and Lindsay didn't fight. Of course they disagreed whole-heartedly on the matter of exactly how far investigative journalism was supposed to go, but in the the brief time they'd been together, that had been about it. In fact, they had a lot in common.
It had been there right from the start. They gravitated towards each other. This situation felt unreal and just not right. Worse, Cindy had no idea how to resolve it, because Dana would be around.
Lying in the dark, she struggled with a decision until it became clear that there was really only one thing to do.
~~~
Dana Sims stood leaning against the squad car, obviously waiting for her partner. It hadn't taken long to locate her. Good. Cindy wanted to be back home as soon as possible. As it was, she felt slightly dizzy even after having taken a cab to the station. The conversation ahead wasn't one she was looking forward to, either, but she couldn't see how it could be avoided any longer.
"Dana. Can I have a word?"
Cindy nearly rolled her eyes when the young officer showed the same startled reaction that she generally got from people lately. Yeah, it wasn't pretty.
Dana took off her sunglasses, her features carefully schooled into honest surprise now, but Cindy sensed a wariness about her. "Sure. What brings you here?"
"I think you know."
"Would you like to sit inside for a moment?" Dana asked abrupty. "You don't look so good."
"No, thanks, this won't take long." Actually, she would have liked to sit, and she cursed flat shoes that made her having to look up to the other woman, but showing weakness wasn't an option. Cindy took a deep breath. "I hate to sound like a jealous bitch, but there's really no nice way to say it. Leave Lindsay alone. I mean it."
"Wow." Dana gave a startled laugh, then she shook her head. "You misunderstood something there. Lindsay and I are colleagues. We just have a lot in common, that's all."
"Dana, I'm not stupid."
"Hey! I never said you were." She half turned away. When she faced Cindy again, her eyes were bright. "Look, Lindsay gave me the speech already. I got it the first time. You didn't have to come here."
"Maybe you had to hear it from me," Cindy said not without regret. "I'm sorry."
Again, Dana laughed. "No, you're not, but that's okay. Have a good day, Cindy. See you around."
I'd rather not, Cindy thought, but for the moment, her mission was accomplished. "You too," she said, finally turning her back to the younger woman.
~~~
"Do you have a minute?"
"Sure, sweetie. This gentleman isn't going anywhere in the meantime." Claire smiled gently when she realized that the joke was lost on Cindy. "What are you even doing here? I thought the doctor had ordered bed rest at your girlfriend's."
Cindy moaned. "Please, Claire, I need someone to tell me I didn't just do something stupid."
"Okay, this calls for a good strong coffee and some chocolate," Claire decided. "Come with me."
Cindy was grateful to sit down again, but she declined on the chocolate and drink. She felt queasy enough as it was, no need to take any chances. "I just had a talk with Dana Sims," she finally confessed.
Claire sat across from her. "I see. From what I've heard, she gets on everyone's nerves. I guess it was about time. What does Lindsay say?"
"She doesn't know." Cindy leaned forward with a tired sigh and hid her face in her hands. "It's a touchy subject."
"How are you really?" Claire asked, and it was understood that they weren't talking about the Dana situation any longer.
Cindy shrugged and winced. "Terrified? I've been at my apartment to get some things, that was it. I don't know if I can go back there. Lindsay now thinks it was Ramon. If she's wrong about it, then the alternative is that they are still out there. Either way I don't want to think about it. Oh, and if you don't mind - I'd like that chocolate after all."
Claire took her hand, squezzing it gently, before she held the jar out to Cindy. "You and Lindsay will be fine," she said reassuringly.
Of course they would be. Cindy believed it if only because she couldn't imagine anything else. It just wouldn't happen right away.
~~~
Claire had driven Cindy home and was just back at work, having a hard time to focus with all the worries on her mind when the call came in.
"Thanks for letting me know," she said before hanging up, resisting the urge to sit down. She wasn't really looking forward to the calls she'd have to make now after finding out that the hair found in Ramon's apartment actually belonged to Cindy Thomas.
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Cindy makes a decision.
A/N: Sorry for the delay! Your Daily Soap continues.
(And thank God for lj preview. I nearly posted this to rizzoli_isles, now there's an online Freudian slip if I've ever seen one.)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7
Later at the dinner table, Lindsay pulled the chair back for Cindy, waited until she'd sat down and then bent to kiss her neck softly. Cindy smiled unwittingly; the nap had been a good idea after all. She felt rested and less in pain. Even in the chaos of the past few days, there was time for little moments like that.
They had ordered in, making the evening as comfortable as it could be.
Still, Cindy didn't ask. Lindsay was first to approach the subject.
"He confessed," she said. It wasn't so much in the words, but in the way they were said that Cindy could read it must have been bad. She simply waited.
"Dana thought it wasn't a coincidence - this case, and the... break-in at your place."
"Dana." Her brighter mood was gone all of a sudden, and so was her appetite. "She's not a detective. And what happened wasn't exactly a break-in."
"I know," Lindsay said placatingly, "but we had to check."
"Check what?" Cindy could hardly hide her irritation, and she didn't care to. "I told you, and I told everybody who asked me that there were two people in my apartment. If it had been Ramon, my fingers wouldn't have been just broken. You would have found them in the fridge!"
Lindsay flinched at the mental image, but she didn't seem to agree. "We are still waiting for test results. You know, just because you don't like her, it doesn't mean that she's wrong about it."
"I don't like her alright," Cindy confirmed after spending a moment of wondering whether or not she'd heard Lindsay's words correctly. "Why are we even talking about her?"
"Because she's a cop who's been working on this case?" Lindsay said with a hint of impatience.
"Oh, she's on the case. So she is a detective now?"
"Cindy, what the hell is going on here? You're not jealous of her. Right?"
"Don't overestimate yourself. It might be just that I'm sick and in pain. I'll go back to bed. Don't bother," Cindy snapped when Lindsay rose from her chair. "I'd like to be alone now."
~~~
When she finally was, regret came crashing down on her. Cindy was struggling to understand what had just happened. The minutes ticked by, but Lindsay didn't come, respecting the wish that Cindy had made crystal clear. Now she wished she hadn't. Her grandmother had used to say many wise things, one of them that you never go to bed still angry with your loved one.
Cindy felt unsettlingly blindsided, because, actually, she and Lindsay didn't fight. Of course they disagreed whole-heartedly on the matter of exactly how far investigative journalism was supposed to go, but in the the brief time they'd been together, that had been about it. In fact, they had a lot in common.
It had been there right from the start. They gravitated towards each other. This situation felt unreal and just not right. Worse, Cindy had no idea how to resolve it, because Dana would be around.
Lying in the dark, she struggled with a decision until it became clear that there was really only one thing to do.
~~~
Dana Sims stood leaning against the squad car, obviously waiting for her partner. It hadn't taken long to locate her. Good. Cindy wanted to be back home as soon as possible. As it was, she felt slightly dizzy even after having taken a cab to the station. The conversation ahead wasn't one she was looking forward to, either, but she couldn't see how it could be avoided any longer.
"Dana. Can I have a word?"
Cindy nearly rolled her eyes when the young officer showed the same startled reaction that she generally got from people lately. Yeah, it wasn't pretty.
Dana took off her sunglasses, her features carefully schooled into honest surprise now, but Cindy sensed a wariness about her. "Sure. What brings you here?"
"I think you know."
"Would you like to sit inside for a moment?" Dana asked abrupty. "You don't look so good."
"No, thanks, this won't take long." Actually, she would have liked to sit, and she cursed flat shoes that made her having to look up to the other woman, but showing weakness wasn't an option. Cindy took a deep breath. "I hate to sound like a jealous bitch, but there's really no nice way to say it. Leave Lindsay alone. I mean it."
"Wow." Dana gave a startled laugh, then she shook her head. "You misunderstood something there. Lindsay and I are colleagues. We just have a lot in common, that's all."
"Dana, I'm not stupid."
"Hey! I never said you were." She half turned away. When she faced Cindy again, her eyes were bright. "Look, Lindsay gave me the speech already. I got it the first time. You didn't have to come here."
"Maybe you had to hear it from me," Cindy said not without regret. "I'm sorry."
Again, Dana laughed. "No, you're not, but that's okay. Have a good day, Cindy. See you around."
I'd rather not, Cindy thought, but for the moment, her mission was accomplished. "You too," she said, finally turning her back to the younger woman.
~~~
"Do you have a minute?"
"Sure, sweetie. This gentleman isn't going anywhere in the meantime." Claire smiled gently when she realized that the joke was lost on Cindy. "What are you even doing here? I thought the doctor had ordered bed rest at your girlfriend's."
Cindy moaned. "Please, Claire, I need someone to tell me I didn't just do something stupid."
"Okay, this calls for a good strong coffee and some chocolate," Claire decided. "Come with me."
Cindy was grateful to sit down again, but she declined on the chocolate and drink. She felt queasy enough as it was, no need to take any chances. "I just had a talk with Dana Sims," she finally confessed.
Claire sat across from her. "I see. From what I've heard, she gets on everyone's nerves. I guess it was about time. What does Lindsay say?"
"She doesn't know." Cindy leaned forward with a tired sigh and hid her face in her hands. "It's a touchy subject."
"How are you really?" Claire asked, and it was understood that they weren't talking about the Dana situation any longer.
Cindy shrugged and winced. "Terrified? I've been at my apartment to get some things, that was it. I don't know if I can go back there. Lindsay now thinks it was Ramon. If she's wrong about it, then the alternative is that they are still out there. Either way I don't want to think about it. Oh, and if you don't mind - I'd like that chocolate after all."
Claire took her hand, squezzing it gently, before she held the jar out to Cindy. "You and Lindsay will be fine," she said reassuringly.
Of course they would be. Cindy believed it if only because she couldn't imagine anything else. It just wouldn't happen right away.
~~~
Claire had driven Cindy home and was just back at work, having a hard time to focus with all the worries on her mind when the call came in.
"Thanks for letting me know," she said before hanging up, resisting the urge to sit down. She wasn't really looking forward to the calls she'd have to make now after finding out that the hair found in Ramon's apartment actually belonged to Cindy Thomas.