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Cry On My Shoulder
Jill set herself down on the bench next to the woman and sighed. "Long day as well?" Lindsay asked, leaning back and looking at the blonde.
"I thought days off were supposed to be relaxing. Not full of trying to find ways to not think about ex-boyfriends and work."
"Care to talk about it in depth?"
"No. I just want to sit here and watch the sunset."
Lindsay wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "Fine by me." The two women sat in silence for more than an hour before Jill turned and looked at Lindsay's face, now illuminated by the glowing lights along the walkway. "What?"
She shook her head and smiled, standing up while grabbing Lindsay's hand. "Nothing. Just thinking." She led the two of them to the Jeep and gently pressed Lindsay against the vehicle as she let their lips connect. "How about we go home, put a movie in and completely forget the world for the rest of the weekend?"
"How about just tonight? I have to drag my butt out of bed and work in the morning."
"No, you don't. You have another day off. Don't try and hide your schedule. I get that you want to do everything you can to hunt down Kiss-Me-Not but I want you at home tomorrow. I want to lie in bed with you all day, sleeping, talking, dreaming, anything. Okay?"
"The more time I dwell on not doing anything, the closer he can get to another victim."
"Lindsay, we have been over this. You need to just take a step back."
Lindsay rolled her eyes as they climbed into the vehicle and stayed silent until she finally let the two of them into the front door of the apartment. "You can go on to bed. I think I will sit and watch something on the television."
"Sure you will. You are gonna sit there and go over every single piece of KMN information you have until you feel like your head is going to explode. Then you are going to go get your hands on some whiskey to drown out the headache and go over the information one more time. You will go over and over it until you pass out on the couch from the alcohol and I have to come out here and throw a blanket over you." She grabbed the woman's hand and gently kissed the back of it. "I've seen it all before, but that was when you were married and I couldn't do anything about it. Now I can, and I plan to. So please come to bed."
Lindsay felt she had no choice but to follow the blonde silently down the hall and into the bedroom. "I "
"Shut your mouth. Now." She sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at the dark haired woman. "I don't want to hear any excuses, or any thoughts on why you shouldn't just let yourself go. I am sick of hearing them."
"Do you want us to work, or not? Because as your friend, I am completely with you on everything this time around. But if you keep acting like this, I can't be with you. I know it sounds selfish and arrogant, but I won't come second in your mind to a case. A case that, technically, belongs to the Fibbies now."
"He threatened me "
"I get that, honey, I really do. But you are going to drive yourself insane if you consistently worry about everything. It's going to be your downfall, and I will be damned if I let that happen to you while I am around. Remember, I know exactly what this did to you last time. Claire knows too. We both care and we are here for you completely, even Cindy, you just need to let us be."
Lindsay sat on the bed finally, and she let Jill hold her. She knew she could stop the tears in her eyes, but at that moment, she didn't want to. She didn't need to. She had everything she needed in the form of the woman next to her, and she was trying her hardest to keep her around. She had lost Tom over her selfishness, she wasn't about to lose Jill as well.
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