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TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as extremely enjoyable. But then… (36/?) PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. No profit. Just love. *WARNING: Self-indulgent Hitchcock-cameo contained within (Cindy’s POV) She’d turned her story in at a relatively inhuman hour when matched to the time she had gotten up, after waiting for the inside scoop…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as an indicator of greatest affection. (7/?) 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 borrow…

(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…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. Club meetings had become a possibility, but they hadn’t returned to the hours daily they used to spend together by any means. Lindsay was considerably less uneasy about seeing Jill and Claire each day at work. They often ran into each other, speaking in the prescribed tones…

PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. “Tell me about your relationship.” “If you’re looking for a thrill, go rent porn.” She could hear him pacing behind her. He’d been doing it for a while. “I am looking for Miss Thomas.” His emphasis on Cindy’s name made him sound a lot more entitled to…