PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. If there was something that she needed to know, Tom would call. The fact that he hadn’t done so yet, solely to yell about her ditching her detail, was evidence of how much effort he was putting into the search for Cindy. Because he should know everything…
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. The guards assigned to Jill and Claire were on loan to the search for Cindy. Lindsay had insistently volunteered her own detail as well, for more than one reason, but, regardless of her reminder to Tom, with a barely suppressed shudder, that the threat to her was…
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. What excuse might she have invented if Jacobi hadn’t hobbled into the room when he did with a dangerous determination and a bullet hole hidden beneath the bandages on his head? It didn’t matter, she guessed, because he did, providing Lindsay with the ideal method to elude…
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. Eventually, Tom came back into the conference room. Lindsay knew that he would. “Ashe is back at FBI HQ.” She knew that too. “And the rest?” Which was what she really needed to know. “Twenty unis around the perimeter,” Tom told her. He was clearly unsure about…
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. “Are you going to say anything?” What was there to say? If Ashe wasn’t the killer, if someone else was Kiss-Me-Not, they had no idea who that person might be. They didn’t have any leads, because there had never been any real leads. Cindy would suffer. Cindy…