Fic: Lover Of Mine 11/?
Title: Lover Of Mine
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Bad things.
A/N: There's some violence in this part. Bear with me, it's gonna get better.
Also it's after midnight where I am, so here's another part. ;)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10
Lindsay sat at her desk with a frustrated groan, barely resisting the urge to kick something. She'd had to come in early for a meeting, no coffee yet, and the next thing she saw was the pretty bouquet of flowers in a small vase. Roses and lilies. Cindy would never think of sending her flowers to the station, knowing how much her colleagues loved gossip and innuendo, so they only could be from one person.
"What can I do to make you leave me the hell alone?" she wondered aloud, opening the tiny envelope.
"Sorry, no can do, Linds," Tom said behind her, making her jump. He was barely hiding his amusement at her reaction.
I'm sorry for yesterday, it said on the card. I'll be keeping my distance from now on. Dana
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Same as always," he said. "A dead body. If you can spare some time."
~~~
"Cindy's not here?"
Lindsay looked up from where she sat crouched beside the body of a young runner who'd been found shot dead behind the college gym. "She's only back part time," she told Claire. "Research, stuff like that. Typing is still going slow."
"Must drive her crazy," Claire mused.
Despite the rather dire setting, Lindsay had to smile. "It does, but we motivate ourselves with moving plans."
"As in moving in together?"
"Yes, indeed." They shared a smile, then went back to business. "So what can you tell me about this young man?"
~~~
They had planned this meticulously, just like they had on the night of the beating. Cindy gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were turning white. She had to, because her hands were trembling so hard she would have likely caused an accident. She understood it now - that night had just been a test run for them, and they had gotten away with it.
"You don't think this is going to get you anywhere." Cindy hated that her voice was trembling, too.
"Let me worry about that." Dana's hand holding the gun was steady. "We're almost there. Turn left here."
Cindy did, hardly able to breathe over the rapid beating of her heart. "You let me go now, I won't tell anyone."
Dana snorted. "You're a terrible liar, Cindy. Now stop."
The house stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, the neighborhood surprisingly well off. There was a little park though creating a distance to the next neighbors; with a sinking heart Cindy realized that she wouldn't have the chance to catch anybody's attention. "You park in front of the garage," Dana ordered. "We'll get rid of it later."
"Dana, please."
The other woman gave her a sympathetic look. "I kind of like it when you beg, but sorry. We can't turn back now."
The man got out of the car and opened the driver's door. "Move," Dana said.
Once out of the car, Cindy made one desperate attempt though she'd known she wouldn't get past him. Dana was there within seconds, and then the butt of the gun connected solidly with the back of her head.
Cindy's legs buckled underneath her; she wasn't out but she would have hit the ground if the man hadn't caught her. He laughed, obviously enjoying the scenario. "You're one crazy bitch, Dana." It sounded a lot like a compliment.
Cindy knew that within the next moments she'd either get sick of pass out. She was kind of grateful when the world started to fade to grey and eventually turned black.
~~~
Cindy's car wasn't in its usual spot when Lindsay arrived. She frowned, wondering how Cindy actually defined 'part-time'. Martha greeted her with a pathetic whine. There was a note from the neigbor/dog sitter who said that she'd brought Martha at the scheduled time, but no one had been there.
The answering machine was blinking.
Lindsay stared at the red light for a moment, apprehension rising. No. No one could have that much bad luck. Ramon was behind bars, and the DNA test had proven that he'd been in Cindy's apartment even if he kept denying it.
She finally pressed the button. There was only one message, from Cindy's boss who asked her to notify him if her sick leave was going to be prolonged. That had been eleven hours ago.
Battling with the fear of free falling, Lindsay picked up the phone. She had to keep it together, and she did, even though she was struggling to keep her voice level when requesting an APB on Cindy's car.
~~~
The nightmare was familiar. Like she actually had that night, she would crawl to the phone and call 911. Unlike that night, a black hole would suddenly open up underneath her. In falling, she'd wake up next to Lindsay with her heart racing and the fabric of her pajamas sticking to her clammy skin.
This time, the nightmare was real. The headache was about to split her skull, and there was a spot where the hair was sticking to her scalp wetly. The bed Cindy was lying on in the darkened room wasn't familiar. She was tied to it by her wrists and ankles.
A tingling sensation made her flinch, and she tried to get away from it, but was brought up short by the restraints.
Dana, sitting on the edge of the bed, continued to brush her fingers down the inside of Cindy's wrist to where the bandage began. "I hear your fingers are healing quite nicely," she said. "It's peculiar, the sound of bones breaking. Do you remember it?"
"I don't care to," Cindy said honestly. She couldn't help it, the suggestion made was making her tremble, the sensation turning to shakes when Dana wrapped her fingers around Cindy's bandaged ring finger. "What is this supposed to be anyway? Your boyfriend is right in one thing, you are crazy." If there was going to be more pain, she wasn't going to take it quietly.
A quick movement brought back the world of terror and pain Cindy thought she had escaped from. She couldn't hold back the scream, and the nausea was returning with a vengeance, almost making her hope she'd throw up all over Dana. It didn't happen. Her vision faded in and out. She was gasping for breath.
"Too bad," Dana said somewhat absent-mindedly. "I kind of liked it."
"Lindsay's not gonna love you for this." In fact, I hope she's going to shoot you. Cindy closed her eyes, her only escape when Dana reached out and started stroking her cheek gently. "Maybe," she said, "if you aren't so pretty, she won't love you anymore."
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Bad things.
A/N: There's some violence in this part. Bear with me, it's gonna get better.
Also it's after midnight where I am, so here's another part. ;)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10
Lindsay sat at her desk with a frustrated groan, barely resisting the urge to kick something. She'd had to come in early for a meeting, no coffee yet, and the next thing she saw was the pretty bouquet of flowers in a small vase. Roses and lilies. Cindy would never think of sending her flowers to the station, knowing how much her colleagues loved gossip and innuendo, so they only could be from one person.
"What can I do to make you leave me the hell alone?" she wondered aloud, opening the tiny envelope.
"Sorry, no can do, Linds," Tom said behind her, making her jump. He was barely hiding his amusement at her reaction.
I'm sorry for yesterday, it said on the card. I'll be keeping my distance from now on. Dana
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Same as always," he said. "A dead body. If you can spare some time."
~~~
"Cindy's not here?"
Lindsay looked up from where she sat crouched beside the body of a young runner who'd been found shot dead behind the college gym. "She's only back part time," she told Claire. "Research, stuff like that. Typing is still going slow."
"Must drive her crazy," Claire mused.
Despite the rather dire setting, Lindsay had to smile. "It does, but we motivate ourselves with moving plans."
"As in moving in together?"
"Yes, indeed." They shared a smile, then went back to business. "So what can you tell me about this young man?"
~~~
They had planned this meticulously, just like they had on the night of the beating. Cindy gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were turning white. She had to, because her hands were trembling so hard she would have likely caused an accident. She understood it now - that night had just been a test run for them, and they had gotten away with it.
"You don't think this is going to get you anywhere." Cindy hated that her voice was trembling, too.
"Let me worry about that." Dana's hand holding the gun was steady. "We're almost there. Turn left here."
Cindy did, hardly able to breathe over the rapid beating of her heart. "You let me go now, I won't tell anyone."
Dana snorted. "You're a terrible liar, Cindy. Now stop."
The house stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, the neighborhood surprisingly well off. There was a little park though creating a distance to the next neighbors; with a sinking heart Cindy realized that she wouldn't have the chance to catch anybody's attention. "You park in front of the garage," Dana ordered. "We'll get rid of it later."
"Dana, please."
The other woman gave her a sympathetic look. "I kind of like it when you beg, but sorry. We can't turn back now."
The man got out of the car and opened the driver's door. "Move," Dana said.
Once out of the car, Cindy made one desperate attempt though she'd known she wouldn't get past him. Dana was there within seconds, and then the butt of the gun connected solidly with the back of her head.
Cindy's legs buckled underneath her; she wasn't out but she would have hit the ground if the man hadn't caught her. He laughed, obviously enjoying the scenario. "You're one crazy bitch, Dana." It sounded a lot like a compliment.
Cindy knew that within the next moments she'd either get sick of pass out. She was kind of grateful when the world started to fade to grey and eventually turned black.
~~~
Cindy's car wasn't in its usual spot when Lindsay arrived. She frowned, wondering how Cindy actually defined 'part-time'. Martha greeted her with a pathetic whine. There was a note from the neigbor/dog sitter who said that she'd brought Martha at the scheduled time, but no one had been there.
The answering machine was blinking.
Lindsay stared at the red light for a moment, apprehension rising. No. No one could have that much bad luck. Ramon was behind bars, and the DNA test had proven that he'd been in Cindy's apartment even if he kept denying it.
She finally pressed the button. There was only one message, from Cindy's boss who asked her to notify him if her sick leave was going to be prolonged. That had been eleven hours ago.
Battling with the fear of free falling, Lindsay picked up the phone. She had to keep it together, and she did, even though she was struggling to keep her voice level when requesting an APB on Cindy's car.
~~~
The nightmare was familiar. Like she actually had that night, she would crawl to the phone and call 911. Unlike that night, a black hole would suddenly open up underneath her. In falling, she'd wake up next to Lindsay with her heart racing and the fabric of her pajamas sticking to her clammy skin.
This time, the nightmare was real. The headache was about to split her skull, and there was a spot where the hair was sticking to her scalp wetly. The bed Cindy was lying on in the darkened room wasn't familiar. She was tied to it by her wrists and ankles.
A tingling sensation made her flinch, and she tried to get away from it, but was brought up short by the restraints.
Dana, sitting on the edge of the bed, continued to brush her fingers down the inside of Cindy's wrist to where the bandage began. "I hear your fingers are healing quite nicely," she said. "It's peculiar, the sound of bones breaking. Do you remember it?"
"I don't care to," Cindy said honestly. She couldn't help it, the suggestion made was making her tremble, the sensation turning to shakes when Dana wrapped her fingers around Cindy's bandaged ring finger. "What is this supposed to be anyway? Your boyfriend is right in one thing, you are crazy." If there was going to be more pain, she wasn't going to take it quietly.
A quick movement brought back the world of terror and pain Cindy thought she had escaped from. She couldn't hold back the scream, and the nausea was returning with a vengeance, almost making her hope she'd throw up all over Dana. It didn't happen. Her vision faded in and out. She was gasping for breath.
"Too bad," Dana said somewhat absent-mindedly. "I kind of liked it."
"Lindsay's not gonna love you for this." In fact, I hope she's going to shoot you. Cindy closed her eyes, her only escape when Dana reached out and started stroking her cheek gently. "Maybe," she said, "if you aren't so pretty, she won't love you anymore."