Fic: Premonition
Title: Premonition
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club with a nod to Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
A/N: This takes place in my Falling Dreams Universe where it turned out that Lindsay has a sister who's a Homicide detective in Boston. Said story was taking place 6 months after the VS ended, this ficlet is several months more along the timeline.
Honestly it was just an excuse to go check if Linds and Cindy still talk to me after I decided that I liked R&I very much.
Also: Happy IDF folks!
It was a beautiful night, a cool breeze wafting through the open window. Cindy was about to drift off, warm and relaxed when Lindsay jolted awake in her arms, bringing Cindy out of her peaceful musings rather unceremoniously. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep, the frustration evident.
Cindy was, too. Those dreams hadn't occurred in a while. It had seemed like they'd gained some safety again after a case of mistaken identity had nearly cost Lindsay her life and reunited her with her sister at the same time. "It's okay," she said, tightening her embrace.
"I need to go to work." Lindsay sighed.
"What? It's--" Cindy squinted at the numbers on the digital clock. "4:30. What do you want there now?"
"I need to check something. Sorry," Lindsay said again, turning to Cindy to kiss her, then she pushed back the sheet. "Can I meet you at lunch?"
"Sure," Cindy said quickly, sitting up. "Linds. What is it?"
"Don't worry." In the half dark of the early down, Lindsay reached out, brushing her cheek softly with the back of her fingers. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk later. I promise," she added.
It had to have been a bad one when Lindsay couldn't stand to be in bed for a few minutes longer. Cindy contemplated more prodding briefly, and as usual, Lindsay read her easily. "I'll tell you later."
"I know." A little compromise couldn't hurt though. "Let me make you some coffee at least."
Lindsay smiled. "I won't say 'no' to that."
Later, Cindy had gone back to bed anyway, trying to conjure up the same images as before, but it didn't quite work that well any longer. They had taken the evening off, a nice romantic dinner at home, a movie, calling it an early night with sleep being the last hing on their minds... It made her smile to think about it, but now she was too tense and worried to enjoy the memory of the tenderness they'd shared.
At some point though, she had to have fallen asleep, because the ringing phone woke her.
"Hey, Cindy."
Cindy sat up in bed, rolling her eyes at herself a little. She would have recognized the voice even if caller ID hadn't told her that the call came from outside of the city, and still. There was always this small jolt, familiar but kind of inapproriate when it wasn't Lindsay, but her sister on the phone.
"Jane, hi."
"Is Lindsay there?"
"I'm sorry, no. She left early; I guess you can reach her at the station. Did something happen?"
Didn't it always? Cindy shivered, wishing Lindsay was still here with her.
"It's about Maura," Jane said. "She's missing."
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club with a nod to Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
A/N: This takes place in my Falling Dreams Universe where it turned out that Lindsay has a sister who's a Homicide detective in Boston. Said story was taking place 6 months after the VS ended, this ficlet is several months more along the timeline.
Honestly it was just an excuse to go check if Linds and Cindy still talk to me after I decided that I liked R&I very much.
Also: Happy IDF folks!
It was a beautiful night, a cool breeze wafting through the open window. Cindy was about to drift off, warm and relaxed when Lindsay jolted awake in her arms, bringing Cindy out of her peaceful musings rather unceremoniously. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep, the frustration evident.
Cindy was, too. Those dreams hadn't occurred in a while. It had seemed like they'd gained some safety again after a case of mistaken identity had nearly cost Lindsay her life and reunited her with her sister at the same time. "It's okay," she said, tightening her embrace.
"I need to go to work." Lindsay sighed.
"What? It's--" Cindy squinted at the numbers on the digital clock. "4:30. What do you want there now?"
"I need to check something. Sorry," Lindsay said again, turning to Cindy to kiss her, then she pushed back the sheet. "Can I meet you at lunch?"
"Sure," Cindy said quickly, sitting up. "Linds. What is it?"
"Don't worry." In the half dark of the early down, Lindsay reached out, brushing her cheek softly with the back of her fingers. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk later. I promise," she added.
It had to have been a bad one when Lindsay couldn't stand to be in bed for a few minutes longer. Cindy contemplated more prodding briefly, and as usual, Lindsay read her easily. "I'll tell you later."
"I know." A little compromise couldn't hurt though. "Let me make you some coffee at least."
Lindsay smiled. "I won't say 'no' to that."
Later, Cindy had gone back to bed anyway, trying to conjure up the same images as before, but it didn't quite work that well any longer. They had taken the evening off, a nice romantic dinner at home, a movie, calling it an early night with sleep being the last hing on their minds... It made her smile to think about it, but now she was too tense and worried to enjoy the memory of the tenderness they'd shared.
At some point though, she had to have fallen asleep, because the ringing phone woke her.
"Hey, Cindy."
Cindy sat up in bed, rolling her eyes at herself a little. She would have recognized the voice even if caller ID hadn't told her that the call came from outside of the city, and still. There was always this small jolt, familiar but kind of inapproriate when it wasn't Lindsay, but her sister on the phone.
"Jane, hi."
"Is Lindsay there?"
"I'm sorry, no. She left early; I guess you can reach her at the station. Did something happen?"
Didn't it always? Cindy shivered, wishing Lindsay was still here with her.
"It's about Maura," Jane said. "She's missing."