FicWMC:: Handcuffed?
Series:: Women's Murder Club
Pairing:: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating:: PG-13(mild swearing s'all)
Summary:: Cindy doesn't remember how she ended up handcuffed to a chair.
Disclaimer:: JP and those TV people claim rights, I'm jsut having a little fun on Cindy's expense.
I'm sitting here, next to her desk, handcuffed.
And why am I handcuffed?
Not because I was obstructing justice.
Not because she has some kinky fantasy, actually I don't know if she does or not. I sure as hell do, have you ever seen her in her dress blues? Oh. My. God. That's like a hormonal overload of the third kind. Mmm her just leaning against her desk, twirling those handcuffs around in that unifo-
Crap I need to not do that, Jacobi's looking at me a little oddly.
Maybe it's because there's no knowledgeable reason why I'm stuck here! Not only are my hands cuffed together but she even made sure if I went anywhere this chair was coming with me.
I guess now I know what it's like to sit on one of those buses that they take multiple prisoners to another location. It sucks.
Lindsay's just sitting at her desk, completely ignoring me, answering phones looking things up and other detective like stuff. Very literate of me isn't it?
Oh look Jill and Claire!
"So, what did she do this time?" Jill doesn't even bother asking me, you know the one actually handcuffed, like they have no idea who I am. I'm short not invisible! Hell I'm not even THAT short geez...
At least Claire acknowledges that I'm here. Ok, so she just looks at me, obviously curious as to why I'm not only handcuffed but ankle cuffed to the chair as well.
Lindsay's grinning again, that one where you can't help but stare because she's so gorgeous, hell she can be glaring at you and you have to stare. She's beautiful when she smiles but she's just a damn pure sexual force of nature when she's angry.
Why are they all looking at me? "Please tell me I didn't say any of that out loud."
And again there's the 'laughing at Cindy' thing this club has got going on. And now I'm mortified because that usually means I really did say it out loud.
"Well now I really want to know what you were thinking, all flushed like you are. Though on the other hand maybe I don't, who knows where those strange thoughts of yours go off." Jill and her wit, fantastic.
"She said something again and forgot didn't she."
What the hell is Claire talking about? I don't remember saying anything at all that could get me handcuffed to a friggin' chair! I came in here with coffee, a peace offering even! Then I said... I said- um...
"She got a hit on a major case we're working on." Lindsey grumbled, staring intently at her computer screen. That made me smile; I love it when she's all focused. I wonder if I can get her too look at me like that for our first time together.
They're looking at me again... "Uh..." Oh yeah, that's the most intelligent thing that I can think of. Purely ingenious.
"Are you sure we don't need to take her to a mental hospital, she mumbles to herself a lot."
I just glare at Jill, can't deny something that truthful. They all know when I'm lying- I should ask Jacobi for some tips about being able to lie better.
Goodie Lindsay is shaking her head no. "I don't want her out of my sight getting into the trouble we know she'll get into. Doing something stupid like going straight to the source instead of waiting for us, you know the cops that are supposed to do these things." I swear she glares at me more often than not. I'm not complaining though, except for the fact that most of the time I don't even remember what caused the glare.
Which just might actually be the reason for it.
Huh.
"So I said something about checking a source?" I asked, in which I hope was my best cute, woe is me kind of voice.
Which apparently was pretty pathetic because Jill and Lindsay are both smirking, which by the way, they're both rather hot when they do that. Lindsay more than Jill of course, which then reminds me of this really odd dream I had one night with the two of them, which at some point Jill was no longer there- anyway let's just say I did my best to come up with any excuse to not be near them for a week.
"I can't believe you actually made her forget about a story. That should deserve some kind of medal or something." Oh like you're always so focused on a case and not secretly having this torrid affair with your bitchy hard-ass boss.
Ooohh, it got quiet all of a su- oh shit.
"Oh god, I said that out loud didn't I?"
"No way."
"With Denise?"
"How the hell did you know about that Thomas?"
"Uhhh..." Oh fuck I'm so screwed; she's going to flay me alive-
"No. Way." Claire sometimes astounds me with her rather vast vocabulary.
"You didn't deny it, in fact you straight out confirmed it. What- when- what the fuck Jill?"
I wonder if I can sneak away from them. Well, at least as much as you can sneak away with a chair glued to your body.
I think I moved about two feet before I felt them staring at me again. "Um, hi?" Pure genius.
"You are so dead."
Ok I take back the whole 'Jill looking hot' thing, I think I'm about to die in a police station with hundreds of witnesses who will pretend that they didn't see a thing.
If I had just remembered what the hell I had said that got me into this in the first place...
Shit.
Pairing:: Lindsay/Cindy
Rating:: PG-13(mild swearing s'all)
Summary:: Cindy doesn't remember how she ended up handcuffed to a chair.
Disclaimer:: JP and those TV people claim rights, I'm jsut having a little fun on Cindy's expense.
I'm sitting here, next to her desk, handcuffed.
And why am I handcuffed?
Not because I was obstructing justice.
Not because she has some kinky fantasy, actually I don't know if she does or not. I sure as hell do, have you ever seen her in her dress blues? Oh. My. God. That's like a hormonal overload of the third kind. Mmm her just leaning against her desk, twirling those handcuffs around in that unifo-
Crap I need to not do that, Jacobi's looking at me a little oddly.
Maybe it's because there's no knowledgeable reason why I'm stuck here! Not only are my hands cuffed together but she even made sure if I went anywhere this chair was coming with me.
I guess now I know what it's like to sit on one of those buses that they take multiple prisoners to another location. It sucks.
Lindsay's just sitting at her desk, completely ignoring me, answering phones looking things up and other detective like stuff. Very literate of me isn't it?
Oh look Jill and Claire!
"So, what did she do this time?" Jill doesn't even bother asking me, you know the one actually handcuffed, like they have no idea who I am. I'm short not invisible! Hell I'm not even THAT short geez...
At least Claire acknowledges that I'm here. Ok, so she just looks at me, obviously curious as to why I'm not only handcuffed but ankle cuffed to the chair as well.
Lindsay's grinning again, that one where you can't help but stare because she's so gorgeous, hell she can be glaring at you and you have to stare. She's beautiful when she smiles but she's just a damn pure sexual force of nature when she's angry.
Why are they all looking at me? "Please tell me I didn't say any of that out loud."
And again there's the 'laughing at Cindy' thing this club has got going on. And now I'm mortified because that usually means I really did say it out loud.
"Well now I really want to know what you were thinking, all flushed like you are. Though on the other hand maybe I don't, who knows where those strange thoughts of yours go off." Jill and her wit, fantastic.
"She said something again and forgot didn't she."
What the hell is Claire talking about? I don't remember saying anything at all that could get me handcuffed to a friggin' chair! I came in here with coffee, a peace offering even! Then I said... I said- um...
"She got a hit on a major case we're working on." Lindsey grumbled, staring intently at her computer screen. That made me smile; I love it when she's all focused. I wonder if I can get her too look at me like that for our first time together.
They're looking at me again... "Uh..." Oh yeah, that's the most intelligent thing that I can think of. Purely ingenious.
"Are you sure we don't need to take her to a mental hospital, she mumbles to herself a lot."
I just glare at Jill, can't deny something that truthful. They all know when I'm lying- I should ask Jacobi for some tips about being able to lie better.
Goodie Lindsay is shaking her head no. "I don't want her out of my sight getting into the trouble we know she'll get into. Doing something stupid like going straight to the source instead of waiting for us, you know the cops that are supposed to do these things." I swear she glares at me more often than not. I'm not complaining though, except for the fact that most of the time I don't even remember what caused the glare.
Which just might actually be the reason for it.
Huh.
"So I said something about checking a source?" I asked, in which I hope was my best cute, woe is me kind of voice.
Which apparently was pretty pathetic because Jill and Lindsay are both smirking, which by the way, they're both rather hot when they do that. Lindsay more than Jill of course, which then reminds me of this really odd dream I had one night with the two of them, which at some point Jill was no longer there- anyway let's just say I did my best to come up with any excuse to not be near them for a week.
"I can't believe you actually made her forget about a story. That should deserve some kind of medal or something." Oh like you're always so focused on a case and not secretly having this torrid affair with your bitchy hard-ass boss.
Ooohh, it got quiet all of a su- oh shit.
"Oh god, I said that out loud didn't I?"
"No way."
"With Denise?"
"How the hell did you know about that Thomas?"
"Uhhh..." Oh fuck I'm so screwed; she's going to flay me alive-
"No. Way." Claire sometimes astounds me with her rather vast vocabulary.
"You didn't deny it, in fact you straight out confirmed it. What- when- what the fuck Jill?"
I wonder if I can sneak away from them. Well, at least as much as you can sneak away with a chair glued to your body.
I think I moved about two feet before I felt them staring at me again. "Um, hi?" Pure genius.
"You are so dead."
Ok I take back the whole 'Jill looking hot' thing, I think I'm about to die in a police station with hundreds of witnesses who will pretend that they didn't see a thing.
If I had just remembered what the hell I had said that got me into this in the first place...
Shit.