I Cannot Fix What I Don’t Know is Broken

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as a warning sign. (32/?) PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. No profit. Just love. (Cindy’s POV) Evading Lindsay’s grasping hands when she’d gone over the night before to make sure that Lindsay had a decent dinner and to take Martha out for her, had been… challenging, to…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. (Cindy’s POV) Cindy was flying. Well, not really flying, but every time she took a step, she seemed to be channeling Michael Jordan, because she could walk on air for a few steps, before she came gracefully back down. It was pretty awesome. When did she figure…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. If it had been the middle of the night, the sound of her cell phone would have worried Lindsay. But it wasn’t the middle of the night. It wasn’t just night either. It was late night, that ephemeral time when only a handful of people felt comfortable…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as an unpleasant turn of events. (23/?) PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Women’s Murder Club does not belong to me. The characters do not belong to me. They are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. (Well, not anymore. Jackasses.) I have no problems with that as long as I…