Hi! So I'm still reeling from last night and my Tindy heart has not been soothed enough. So here's something that came to mind after the episode. I've literally only thought of this chapter but I'm going to add on once I keep writing! This is definitely more angsty than my other one, Borrowed Time (but check that out too). Hope y'all like it!

Lindy wandered around Brooklyn aimlessly as the rain poured with no regard to her current plight. After watching the video of her sister, she had taken the bus two stops further, then turned around and went back. She had watched it multiple times since then, feeling more dejected and confused with each view. She knew what she should do - what she would've immediately done without question one month ago, probably even a couple days ago. But now, she had never felt more broken, not even when Ben was killed.

She didn't want to go home. Couldn't bear the thought of Sophia in the hospital right now. So she just wandered. In the rain. Any other day, she would've laughed at her pathetic resemblance to a 90s music video.

She shouldn't have been walking around Brooklyn this late alone. But the Flirtual killer was gone now and she wasn't afraid of the night anymore. Just numb and confused. Everyday criminals seemed like child's play to her at this point.

Somehow, without realizing it, she found herself outside a door.

Tommy hadn't slept this soundly in weeks. Of course he would never stop worrying about Lindy. But that contact was something he had to be okay with for now. For now, he had done his job of keeping her safe. She was the one who had reached out to him. He had said - mostly - what needed to be said. Cyber Crimes acknowledged his hard work and exhaustion and had given him a week off to recuperate. Little did they know (well except Yeager), he had more to recover from than just work.

He was woken abruptly by someone rapping at his door, and he had become quite accustomed to jumping to his feet and grabbing the gun from his nightstand before the sleep was even out of his eyes.

He cautiously opened the door with Boris curiously trailing behind. 'Surprised' wouldn't even begin to describe how he felt when he saw Lindy standing there, soaking wet and clutching a tablet with a blank stare.

"Lindy, what-" Tommy began, but stopped when Lindy just looked up at him and blinked slowly.

He ushered her inside and to the couch, then went to the hall closet, emerging a minute later with a few towels, placing one over Lindy's shoulders.

She lightly tossed the tablet onto Tommy's coffee table, nodding in its direction as Tommy's cue to watch it.

A few expressions flashed across his face - shock, horror, confusion. There was slight anger that rose up in him, but he suppressed it - it wasn't his place to be mad at Sara.

"Safe from what?" He demanded slowly, tearing his eyes from the tablet and onto Lindy, searching for an answer.

She remained silent, looking down.

"Lindy, we have to take this to the precinct - we need to analyze it." He was slipping back into cop mode almost immediately, already reaching for his coat until he felt Lindy's hand firmly on his forearm.

"Tommy, stop." It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd been there, and actually in a few hours.

For some reason, it actually compelled him to sit down. This was all on Lindy's terms now. She had come to him and now he couldn't push it.

Tommy took a deep breath. "So what now?"

"I don't know," she managed, weakly.

"You need sleep," Tommy insisted, but Lindy still stared intently at the now-blank tablet on the table.

He scoured the cabinets and eventually found what he was looking for - chamomile tea. It was there from when Dr. Wells used to stay over, she claimed it helped her relax after particularly long days. Tommy had never used it, but had considered it far more often once Lindy had come around. He brewed a cup and left it for Lindy, earning him a very slight, tired smile in response.

He knew that trying to give up his bed to her was a moot point - she was too stubborn to ever accept. He went back to his room, though he knew sleep had escaped him now. Instead, once some time had passed, he slipped back into the living room where, sure enough, Lindy had drifted off on the couch. In one swift motion he picked her up, bridal-style, and carried her back into his room, placing her gently on the bed. As he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket for himself to sleep on the couch, he heard Lindy stirring. He turned back to her as she motioned for him to come back over. Once he was closer, she moved the other half of the comforter, signaling for him to stay.

"Please," she pleaded barely above a whisper.

Tommy hesitated, but eventually crawled in. They laid face-to-face in a few seconds of loaded silence until Lindy abruptly turned over, facing her back to him. Tommy mimicked her motion, painfully aware of their proximity despite the space between their backs.

Hope you liked it so far! Please review! Also I'm always down the talk about the finale with anybody because it kinda hurt my soul.