(December 24th, Cindy’s POV) Cindy didn’t know quite what to do with herself. From day one, she’d been busy with the chores and then the article, both courtesy of Lindsay. Now, she was done with those things, and there was nothing to preoccupy her enough to keep her from getting up every ten minutes, tiptoeing…
(December 23rd, Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay was so exhausted, she seriously thought about crawling under her desk and napping for several hours before going into Tom’s office. She and Jacobi had been going non-stop for the last thirty-six hours, but it resulted in a capture and a confession, so she was good with it. She entered…
(December 22nd, Cindy’s POV) To make the call or not to make the call, that was the question. It was just a gift. A Christmas gift. There was not a thing wrong with buying a Christmas gift for Lindsay. Especially since she would be spending Christmas at Lindsay’s place. It should even be somewhat expected…
(December 22nd, Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay barreled into the station with a plan, which was apparently obvious to Jacobi, because he immediately got to his feet and stood at attention. “What’s up?” he asked when Lindsay landed by his desk. “Are you ready for this?” she asked him in return. “I don’t have to say I…
(December 22nd, Cindy’s POV) When Cindy awoke and heard Lindsay moving around in the kitchen, it was the first day she really wished that she was already gone. She did not want to explain last night. In an effort to prevent that very dialogue, she feigned sleep for over an hour, hoping that Lindsay would…
(Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay walked through the front door already talking, which she felt pretty stupid for once she realized Cindy wasn’t in the living room where she had expected to find her. Or in the kitchen, she realized after checking there, and putting down the appetizers she had pilfered on Cindy’s behalf. So, either Cindy…