Disclaimer: I do not own Women's Murder Club or any of the characters in this story
A/N: Just a little holiday one-shot. My first attempt at WMC fic.
"Ten!"
Cindy Thomas scanned the room, searching for a particular face among the many at Claire's New Year's party. The young reporter had arrived hours ago, and had spent the entire time looking for this special person. But they were nowhere to be found.
"Nine!"
Lindsay Boxer scowled, clutching her beer in one hand. Her sour mood was the result of having been called in earlier to a suspected murder, one that had turned out to be a prank by a few idiotic high school kids. After giving them a thoroughly frightening lecture, she had arrived late to her friend's party.
"Eight!"
Spotting the sleeve of a black leather jacket across the room, Cindy made a beeline past the couch full of chatty officers. Skillfully dodging the drunken blond guy who had been hitting on her earlier, she made her way towards the door.
"Seven!"
Feeling terrible as she did, Lindsay asked herself why she had even bothered to come instead of going straight to a bottle of scotch and her nice, warm bed. After all, Claire would have eventually forgiven her.
"Six!"
Cindy had to pause for a moment to wipe the sweat off her palms. This was it. There had been so many moments, especially since the Kiss-me-not killer was finally gone, that she had wanted to make her feelings known. Finally, after over a year of pining, she was going to take the plunge.
"Five!"
The little voice in the back of Lindsay's mind, however, would not let her forget the reason she was giving up that comfy bed and Martha's quiet company. The same reason that had gained the habit of popping into her head late at night, all fire red hair and heart-melting smiles.
"Four!"
Now Cindy was sure that it was her standing in a corner by herself, holding onto her drink for dear life. Those dark eyes Cindy adored stared off into the distance, deep in thought
"Three!"
Lindsay willed herself to get her ass out there and look for the girl, but her feet seemed to have grown roots while she was pondering life. Finally, she looked up, and her heart skipped a beat once she saw the very person that was occupying all her thoughts.
"Two!"
Glancing at the people around, Cindy realized that she didn't have much time. She shoved her way to Lindsay's side. Without saying anything, she took the taller woman's hand.
"One!"
Lindsay forgot how to breathe as Cindy leaned in.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
There were no more thoughts, no more doubts, and no more brooding stares. Just Cindy and Lindsay, kissing in the New Year in each other's arms at last.