Wow... that was a... strange chapter to write... smut isn't my strong suit...

Anyway, back to my normal T rating. :D I hope this chapter makes sense to people who skipped the last chapter, I will attempt to have it not be super important.

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It wasn't early morning sun, or a buzzing alarm clock that woke Lindsey, but something was buzzing under her thigh that hadn't stopped for fifteen minutes. Groggily, she reached down and batted at the annoyance.

Tom grumbled and rolled over in his sleep. She smiled at his bare ass, and tried to slap the vibrating thing away again, only to realize it was her phone.

"Boxer," she answered, still half asleep.

Jacobi's voice pierced her post-coital brain fog. "Lindsey?"

Lindsey's brows furrowed, "Jacobi? What's going on?"

"Well, first I would rather talk to the person I called, is Lieutenant Hogan there?"

"Tom? He's sleeping," Lindsey nudged him with her elbow. "What's going on Jacobi?"

Jacobi huffed into the phone, "Well, it's in regards to his wife's case. I would rather tell him personally, unless you have a problem with that, Inspector."

It was Lindsey's turn to huff. "I have no problem with it Jacobi, but he's sleeping. D'you want me to wake him?" She elbowed him again in the side.

"Well, before you do, there have been two really big problems in the precinct today. One named Jill Bernheardt, and the other by the name of Claire Washburne."

Lindsy sighed, "What did they want?"

"To talk to you it seems. Apparently ever since Heather's death, no one's really seen you. I'm aware that Tom has left you off duty to care for him, but you still have friends, Lindsey." His tone was harsh and cold.

There was a pang of guilt that ran through Lindsey's heart. She glanced over at Tom, who was rubbing his eyes a he tried to wake up. She rolled her eyes at him and he tried not to laugh. Jacobi was famous for his speeches.

"Jacobi, I'll deal with them. Tom's awake, do you want to talk to him now?"

Lindsey handed the phone over before he could respond.

Then she stood up, wrapped a bed sheet around herself and padded off to the bathroom while Tom talked. She looked at her face in the bathroom mirror, and pressed her fingers against the bags under her eyes. She was worn out and looked really haggard.

Twisting the faucet in the shower, she waited until the steam started to rise from the stall floor and stepped in. The water felt great on her skin, and she stood there for five minutes before starting to lather up.

She washed her hair, and enjoyed the spray for a few more minutes before getting out and toweling off. She wrapped a bath sheet around her, tossed the bed sheet into the laundry bin, and wandered back into the bedroom.

Tom's head was in his hands, and he was sitting on the side of the bed. Shoulder's slumped, face screwed up in pain, and fighting back obvious tears.

"Tom?" Lindsey walked softly up to him, and touched him on the shoulder. He didn't react. "What did Jacobi say?"

Tom's eyes were red rimmed as he met her worried gaze.

"You need to leave, Lindsey. Right now, today," Tom's voice sounded broken.

Lindsey was stunned. She picked up her clothes that were strewn on the floor, and left the room, closing the door behind her.