mysensitiveside | Various WMC Drabbles/Ficlets

Some more drabbles/ficlets, this time for Women's Murder Club.

The first two are Jill/Cindy, and the third is Lindsay/Cindy. These are un-related from each other, not part of the same timeline.

Title: In the Shower
Pairing: Jill/Cindy
Prompt: Melody
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 345

“Cindy, you home?” Jill called out as she pounded on the door. Still, no response.

She debated briefly -- invasion of privacy versus needing to drop off some files that apparently would help Cindy with some research. Curiosity turned out to be the tie-breaker. Jill knew that Cindy kept a spare key under the welcome mat, but hadn’t ever actually been inside the reporter’s apartment. Whenever they got together, somehow they always ended up at Jill’s place.

Jill left the files next to Cindy’s laptop with a scribbled note, took a quick, hopefully-not-too-stalker-ish glance around the apartment, and then was about to leave, when a soft sound caught her attention.

Singing, she realized. Someone was singing. Once again, curiosity got the better of her, so Jill wandered down the hallway, in the direction of the sound.

A grin spread across her face, as she figured out why Cindy hadn’t answered the door; she was too busy singing in the shower.

Realizing that this was probably a bad idea, but deciding to do it anyway, Jill silently eased the bathroom door open, slipped inside, and boosted herself up onto the bathroom counter.

Clearing her throat, she called out, “I never knew you had a set of pipes, Cindy Lou.”

Jill couldn’t help but chuckle at the loud squeak of surprise that came from the other side of the shower curtain, as it sounded like Cindy nearly fell, before she righted herself and stuck her head around the curtain, wielding a bottle of shampoo menacingly.

Jill simply smiled and waved hello. “You going to shoot me with shampoo? Very effective, I’m sure.”

Cindy appeared to be not quite as amused. “Jill, what the hell?! You scared me half to death!”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Couldn’t help myself,” the attorney admitted sheepishly.

As Cindy got over her fright, a thoughtful smirk spread across her face.

“Well, now that you’re here... You going to join me, or not?”

Jill grinned happily in response, immediately hopping down off the counter and starting to unbutton her shirt.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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Title: The Get-Away Box
Pairing: Jill/Cindy
Prompt: Boxes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 115

Jill’s always felt the need for a get-away-box, whenever she moves in with someone. She feels safer, knowing that if (when) things don’t work out, she can always leave right away, and Claire will have a box of her things to tide her over for a while.

This time, though, when Claire pulls her aside to privately ask about the when’s and how’s of picking up the box, Jill realizes that she hadn’t even thought about it. She smiles at Claire, and explains without doubt or hesitation that there will be no need for a get-away-box this time.

Jill is moving in with Cindy, and she’s determined to make sure that she never moves out.

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Title: The Good Ol' Days
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Prompt: Nostalgia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 223

Cindy feels a wave of nostalgia wash over her as she watches Julie, the new intern at The Register. The girl reminds Cindy a lot of herself from about five years ago -- the same I’m-older-than-I-look attitude; the same dogged pursuit of The Truth (yes, capitalized), no matter, what it takes; the same hero-worship of one Lindsay Boxer.

Cindy smiles. Of course, a lot can change in five years, too.

Lindsay manages to extricate herself from Julie’s clutches, and then saunters over to Cindy’s desk.

“Determined little thing, isn’t she?” Lindsay comments, an amused tone to her voice that Cindy’s pretty sure wasn’t there when Cindy first started hanging around.

“I think I like her,” Cindy replies simply.

Lindsay chuckles. “Yeah, you would.”

“Are you saying you don’t?” she asks curiously.

“She’s all right.” Lindsay shrugs. Her friendly smile turns into a leering grin, though, as she continues, quiet enough so only Cindy can hear, “I’m more than happy with my own perky reporter, though, thank you very much. No need for any more.”

With that, she leans down and kisses Cindy soundly on the lips. They’re not big on public displays of affection, but they can’t help it now and then.

Cindy grins.

Yes, Julie does make Cindy feel some nostalgia for the past, but she wouldn’t trade her present for anything.