Cindy rolled over in the bed, reaching blindly for her phone that was so loudly ringing on the nightstand. The alcohol from earlier in the night was still making her mind slightly foggy. She finally found the accept button on the phone and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Did I wake you?" Lindsay's voice was different, strangled with emotion.

"Yes, but that's okay. What's wrong?" She sat up in the bed, holding the sheet around her tightly. Her head began pounding, and she closed her eyes, ignoring that the other side of the bed was now empty. Lindsay still hadn't answered, but Cindy swore she heard the woman crying. "Linz?"

"Can you come over?"

"I'll be there as soon as I can," she replied, taking a deep breath.

"I'll be on the front porch waiting. I think I am in the mood for a walk," she said, hanging up a moment later. Cindy pulled herself off of the bed and fumbling around in the dark for something to wear. Once she was dressed, she opted to jog the two miles to Lindsay's instead of getting behind the wheel. As she ran, she couldn't get the sound of Lindsay's voice out of her head. Something had happened, but she had no idea what it could have been.

She stopped at the end of the sidewalk and looked up, where Lindsay was sitting on the bottom step, a beer in her hand, and an unopened one sitting next to her. As she sat down next to the woman, Lindsay opened the other beer and handed it to the redhead, not saying a word. For once in her life, Cindy didn't feel like talking. She sat there, drinking her beer, her leg barely touching Lindsay's. Cindy almost flinched when Lindsay took a deep breath. "So, who were you sleeping with?"

Cindy almost choked. "What?!"

"You cannot deny that you have sex hair," Lindsay said, smiling slightly. "I didn't ruin anything for you, did I?" She glanced at the woman, and Cindy could tell she was still crying, just silently.

"You didn't ruin anything. He, uh, was already gone," she stammered, quickly finishing the beer. "Got anymore of these? I think it might be a long night."

"How about we got for a walk first, unless you don't want to, since you obviously walked here."

"Well, technically, I jogged, but a little more walking wouldn't kill me," she responded, standing up and offering a hand to Lindsay, who took it with a shy smile. It wasn't until they were almost four blocks from Lindsay's that the taller woman let go of Cindy's hand. "Are you going to talk about why you were crying? Honestly, I didn't think you cried."

"I'm human," she said. "So, do I know this mystery man you had in your bed? Because, honestly, besides the whole Jamie Galvin thing, I was starting to have my suspicions about your sexuality."

Cindy stopped walking and looked at her. "You've wondered about whether I am a lesbian or not? Not to sound mean, but that is really…not what I expected you to say." They resumed their walk, and Cindy could feel Lindsay's eyes on her. "Okay, since I see I am not going to get out of that question because you are too stubborn to talk about what is wrong with you, I guess I have no choice but to answer," she said, laughing. "Thaddeus."

"Wait, Prescott? As in…"

"Dead drag queens son, yes. Now that you have your answer, what's up?"

Lindsay bit down on her lip, trying to calm the sudden urge of jealousy deep in her gut. "Fine, here's the deal. I just got some news that I don't like, but I don't know how to process it. I didn't want to be completely alone, and you were the first person I thought to call because Jill is…well…that's obvious, and Claire has a family, not to mention Jill. I know you like to talk and I know you want to be inquisitive, but right now I like this whole just walking with you thing. Getting to see your quiet side."

Cindy nodded as they rounded a corner. After three blocks of silence, Cindy cleared her throat. "I'm bisexual, by the way. I mean, I prefer women, but I like men too. I don't exactly go around broadcasting that point though. I figure the people who need to know, know."

Lindsay felt her mouth go dry as Cindy slid her hand into Lindsay's, watching the ground in front of them intently. "Well, that makes me feel pretty damn special."

"Want to know my other secret?" Lindsay nodded, trying to smile as they stopped walking, finding themselves back in front of Lindsay's apartment. Cindy stepped closer to Lindsay and stood on her toes, putting her free hand on Lindsay's shoulder for balance. She let her lips rest on the woman's ear for a moment, before whispering, "I really like you." As she lowered herself back down, she placed a soft kiss on Lindsay's cheek. "Now you get to go to bed, because you got your walk, and I had the pleasure of your company."

Cindy was almost around the corner when Lindsay found her voice. "Are you going to see him again?"

"What?" She had turned around and was watching the Inspector carefully.

"Thaddeus. Are you going to see him again?"

"I think he was more of a one-time thing. The ones who don't last…well…they never stay the whole night." She looked at her feet for a moment before walking back to Lindsay. "Why?"

"Well, I figured if you were seeing him again, it would mean there was something. But since there isn't, do you think I could see you sometime? You know, without having to climb in bed with you or offer you alcohol. Just me and you, say, dinner…Friday night?"

Cindy smiled at her, reaching up to cradle her face in her hand. "I'll call you," she whispered, before she turned and jogged off, quickly disappearing from Lindsay's sight.