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(12/24 – Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay only wanted to make something edible for dinner. She’d slept most of the day away and when she had gotten up, Cindy was in the middle of a phone call explaining to her mother the reason she wouldn’t be over on Christmas. Or at least reciting her made up excuse…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as a feast for the senses. (15/?) 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…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as an issue of legality. (29/?) PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. No profit. Just love. (Lindsay’s POV) “Did you have any fun at all?” If Cindy didn’t sound so completely convinced that she couldn’t have possibly been anything but miserable the entire time they were gone, Lindsay…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. Leaving the hospital wasn’t something that she’d been particularly keen to do, but after five days of letting Jill and Claire bring her clothing, handle her personal errands, communicate information back and forth for her, and sneak outside food in, there were a couple of things that…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. It had been some time since Lindsay had been to the morgue knowing that Claire was down there. These days, she sent someone to get the information she needed, or, if she had to go herself, checked the schedule to make sure Claire was off-duty. Same with…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. Wakefulness was incredibly slow in coming, and once she had woken, it took Lindsay’s eyes an abnormal amount of time to recall what they were supposed to do. Then she could see. A brick wall. Bars. A cell. Wherever she was, she was trapped. She bolted upright,…