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SPOILERS: Spoilers from the TV show, each episode aired so far as they are all link for the chemistry between the female leads.
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Even Superwoman Hurts:
Part 3 Still No Word
By Berg
1 week ago
"Still no word huh?" Jill asked coming up behind Lindsay from the booth they all shared after solving a big case or needing a place to gather.
"Not one," Lindsay said seemingly hurt. "You?"
"She's called both Claire and I," Jill nodded. "And she came by my office the other day for coffee."
"Great so I'm the only one getting the scorn woman silent treatment? What the hell?"
"Well you are the one who shut her out," Jill offered up.
"Gee Jill. Thanks. I forgot about that. Glad you're here to remind me of these things."
"Anything new on the case?" Jill tried for a topic change.
"Nothing. No trail. Not one damn thing."
"I may have something," a voice said from behind them. Lindsay looked up and felt her heart skip a beat.
"Cindy…"
Cindy handed over a folder. "It may be nothing. But I got an idea that if he's been out of town for awhile, he clearly would need a place to store his stuff, most likely not trusting his home or apartment in case someone ever decided to search it while he was gone. I looked into all rental storage units in the area; the ones that people would most likely use when wanting to avoid contact. These three have no surveillance cameras, which would be a perk for someone like him." Cindy did not sit.
"You want a coffee or something?" Lindsay asked hoping the young woman would stay and at least share a few words with her.
"If you go back and cross reference the dates of the attacks," Cindy leaned forward close to Lindsay and pointed to one name in particular on the list. As she leaned over, Lindsay could smell her shampoo. She closed her eyes briefly, soaking in the minor contact. 'This is so not good,' Lindsay thought silently to herself. "You can see this may be a good place to start."
"Cindy this is great," Jill spoke. "I'll see what I can do to get a search warrant," she took the folder and stood. "Why don't you sit down? I just ordered a salad. Hate to see it go to waste," Jill looked between the two women. Neither of them moved. "Sit down Cindy. Eat. And listen."
Cindy did as Jill asked. Lindsay still wasn't sure where to go or how to pursue this. She just said the one thing she knew she should have said from the beginning. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you. I thought…I guess I thought in a way I was protecting you."
"I'm not a child Lindsay. You don't have to protect me," Cindy said softly.
"I know. I see that now," Lindsay nodded. "It's just…" she reached across the table and took Cindy's hand in her own. "God Cindy if anything ever happened to you I don't know what I'd do." The words were spoken softly and lovingly, and did not go unnoticed by the reporter. Cindy squeezed the hand that was holding hers. "Nothing's going to happen to me Lindsay. I promise."
For the first time in weeks, the Detective allowed herself the luxury of really looking at Cindy. Open eyes. Open heart. She knew Cindy had no idea just how deep her feelings were, but she also knew the redhead cared deeply for her. After all…they were friends.
Friends.
The word sunk Lindsay's courage as she let go of the hand holding hers. Cindy missed the contact almost immediately. It was so unlike Lindsay to show a public display like that. She was now more worried about the woman than ever before. "How are you Lindsay? Are you…doing okay?"
"I'm okay," Lindsay nodded.
"Really? 'Cause I got to be honest. You kind of look like shit," Cindy smiled. That got a laugh out of the detective.
"So…about this lead…"
The End