DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of Women's Murder Club, or the characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement. (A girl can dream, can't she?) I might continue if i suddenly feel inspired to do so or anyone really wants me to. For now, it's a oneshot, mainly because i just shot this out of my head after a day of WMC fanfiction/fanvids. Good day, overall.
"Someday, Cindy, I am going to lock you inside my house. It's for your own safety, and my mental health."
Cindy winced as the inspector pulled the bandage tighter around her arm. It really wasn't as bad as it looked. She was just looking around their main suspect's home for anything that could have been originally overlooked, and happened to run into someone with a knife. That someone turned out to be their very guilty suspect.
Cindy had managed to keep the man occupied with her words nearly until Lindsay arrived to check a hunch. 'Nearly' was the reason there were bandages involved.
"Sounds good to me."
Lindsay gave her a look that let Cindy know those four words had somehow escaped through her mouth. She wasn't sure what to do now, really, so Cindy merely left her own mouth hanging slightly ajar and tried desperately to seem as if she wasn't sure why she'd really said it.
But Cindy did know. Cindy knew very well why she would want to be locked in Lindsay's house. Preferably with Lindsay in it.
Lindsay's eyes stayed locked on hers as if waiting for an explanation, but eventually gave up, shaking her head and dismissing the thoughts running through her mind to return to the task at hand.
"You know you're lucky I didn't stop for coffee on my way here. If I had who knows where you would be right now."
"Well that's good to know. How about as a 'hey, thanks for saving my life again' I buy you coffee?"
Lindsay shot her a look that was meant to deter but instead sent a rather pleasing shiver up her spine.
"Now? It's almost 9. I'll be up all night."
"You would be anyway and you know it."
"I take your point. Fine then, but only because you really do owe me."