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TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as a mode of embarrassment. (8/?) 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 can…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. “Have you read Like Water for Chocolate?” “I don’t think so,” Lindsay answered breathlessly, though she was in no condition to guarantee the accuracy of any memory at the moment. One hand reached out for the cool floor, hoping to bring her body temperature down an iota. The…

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. 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,…

(12/27 – Lindsay’s POV) It wasn’t the almost kissing Cindy that was the issue. Not anymore. That was done. She was past that part of it. What was completely distressing now was the fact that when she thought back to that moment, which seemed to be her most recurring thought over the past two days,…