Title:
Implications
Author:
Demeter94
Pairing:
Lindsay/Cindy
Rating: PG
Summary: After
a close call, Cindy reflects on her feelings for Lindsay.
Word Count: 628
Notes: My WMC fanfic debut. Beta'd by Xasphie.
Archiving: Only
with permission from the author.
Implications
by Demeter
Lindsay Boxer is a hot woman. Cindy
sighed as she stared once again at the words on her laptop screen without being
able to make sense of them. And thoughts like those do not help!
Cindy
had left Papa Joe's early tonight, excusing herself by saying she was exhausted,
except a blind woman could see she was still so wired she could have gone a week
without sleep. Maybe. Just as well that she needed to finish this article - too
bad that she couldn't get any work done.
She had been too close to blowing her
cover... Claire, well, she was a mother. Mothers always knew too much. And Jill
was trained in finding out what crimes people were hiding. Too dangerous.
Lindsay... Cindy thought back to the
worried look she'd been treated to at her early departure, half understanding,
half questioning... maybe Lindsay knew, too.
Closing the lid of her laptop, Cindy
leaned back in her chair, taking off her glasses. The memory came easily, though
it wasn't so easy to deal with. Technically, she was aware that her crush on the
good inspector had probably as much to do with Cindy's recent kidnapping as the
nightmares that brought her back to the place where Cindy had thought she was
going to die.
An instant later she noticed that her heart was racing, and she straightened her back resolutely. She was very much alive - and that was because Lindsay hadn't given up on her. In the midst of the horror, this would always be her fondest memory... when there was silence after the gunshots and Lindsay had finally cut through the ropes *he* had bound her with, her movements quick and confident.
"You okay?" she'd asked,
and Cindy had realized with a start that 'okay' was as far away as the moon at
that moment. The drug was still strong in her system, so she couldn't even get
up on her own. Cindy had cursed herself, the kidnapper, and the world in
general, not necessarily in that order - and then she'd started sobbing.
//No, wait. That's not part of the
fond memory. That part of it was embarrassing.//
It seemed that Lindsay hadn't thought
so, because she'd pulled Cindy into her arms and rocked her slowly, until the
tears started to abate and she could breathe properly again. "Shh, you're
going to be all right."
Comforting a friend. That's what it
had been to Lindsay, no doubt about it. Or was there?
Not fair that Cindy's imagination had
started playing tricks on her; of what else was possible. And while daydreaming
was certainly better than the nightmares, it led to nothing. But she couldn't
just... could she?
They said that people who'd had a
near-death experience changed their priorities. A few days ago, Cindy had been
convinced she wouldn't make it to 30 - that counted, didn't it?
Her hands were trembling when she picked up the phone, but when Lindsay barked her usual greeting, "Boxer.", she had to smile. Lindsay had caller ID. She also had tonight off, and could have not picked up at this time of night - but that wasn't like her anyway. Because she *cared*.
"It's
me. I was wondering..." Now came the harder part. Cindy had no real excuse,
except she didn't want to be alone. And she wanted to be... Close. Again. Closer
this time.
"Um, would you like to come
over?"
There was a small pause that seemed
like forever to Cindy, then Lindsay said, "Okay. But you owe me breakfast
then."
//I owe you my life.// Cindy's throat got a little tight at that thought, but she pushed the emotion aside in favor of warm anticipation, and smiled.
She was very okay with *all* the implications of Lindsay's words.
The End