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PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Characters, not mine. Story, mine. (Lindsay’s POV) “Is this really necessary?” Lindsay struggled not to scream obscenities in response to the question. “Yes, this is what house arrest is,” she said instead, clasping the cuff onto Cindy’s ankle and looking up. “Too tight?” “No,” Cindy sighed, “it’s fine. Bulky… but fine.” Lindsay…

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…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as a detour. (34/?) PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. No profit. Just love. (Cindy’s POV) An unexpected miracle that Cindy couldn’t have predicted or even hoped for, the boss declared all of the time she’d spent in Napa as time on the clock, so at least her…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as an excuse. (10/?) 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 them for short…

TITLE: Extreme Sensitivity… as proof of something long suspected. (37/?) PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. No profit. Just love. (Lindsay’s POV) When Lindsay woke, Cindy’s body was heavy against her side. One slender arm was angled across her chest and one leg crossed her knees in a manner that left…