Title: Anniversary Plans (9/?)
Author: sofialindsay
Fandom: WMC
Pairing: Jill/Lindsay/Cindy
Archiving - P&P, anyone else ask
Summary – “My ex-husband and lover are at a gay bar getting plastered together. That can’t be good.”
Disclaimer: If I owned them, we'd be watching instead of reading. Sadly, I own nothing.
PG13-NC17 for series.
AN: Thanks to darkbardzero for beta’ing and her input throughout this chapter. Most of Cindy’s lines are her doing. Alas, the end is in sight. And I’ve learned that regardless of how hard I try, humor ends up in everything I write. hangs head

Lindsay lay awake and watched the slumbering blonde next to her. She looked at the way Jill had loosely intertwined their fingers, and knew she loved the lawyer more than she had ever loved Tom. She also admitted to herself that regardless of what happened with Cindy, the blonde woman and she would always be together.

Looking to her left, she sighed when she realized her redheaded lover still had not returned home. Maybe she had been too hard on the younger woman, but it had all been too much for the brunette. After the never-ending fighting during her relationship with Tom, Lindsay promised herself she deserved better and would never put herself in that type of situation again in a relationship. If Cindy, or Jill, wanted to leave, she would give them every opportunity to, if nothing else to save them from the fights and painful words in hope to save their friendship.

Jill chose that exact moment to snuggle into Lindsay, and she smiled; even asleep, the blonde seemed to always know what she needed. Unfortunately, her moment of peace was interrupted when her cell phone began blaring Cindy’s ringtone. Rolling over, she quickly snatched it up.

“Baby, where are you?… Tom?!”

Jill shot up out of the bed, wide-awake, at Lindsay’s indignant screech of her ex-husband’s name.

“Tom, why in the hell are you calling me at two in the morning? Oh. Drunk? Bring…no, I’ll come get her. Where? Tom, why in the hell are you in a gay bar?! GOODBYE TOM!”

Lindsay disconnected the call and stared at Jill in shock.

“My ex-husband and lover are at a gay bar getting plastered together. That can’t be good.”

Jill snorted, while throwing on one of Lindsay’s old Texas A&M shirts, “Well, maybe there’s another reason your marriage didn’t last. You like to fuck girls, and now he’s at a gay bar. He always did send up a tiny ping on my gaydar.”

Pulling a pair of jeans on, Jill looked up in time to see Lindsay shooting her a death glare and quickly added, “But that’s a topic to be discussed at another time. Let’s go get our girl.”

Pulling into the parking lot, Lindsay was beginning to rethink her idea of rescuing her younger lover from her ex-husband. The highly unusual inconsistent rambling about absolutely nothing coming from the blonde next to her, had her slightly on edge.

“Jill, what is with you tonight?”

“I’m wearing your shirt.” The blonde answered, as if those four words answered everything.

“Honey, you always wear that shirt. I can’t even wear that shirt without you taking it away from me, and it’s my shirt!”

Lindsay chuckled at the memory of Jill finding her in the worn red shirt. It had been shocking to find Jill so possessive of a piece of clothing, but they, Cindy included, had enjoyed getting her out of it.

“Linds, how’s Tom going to take seeing me in your shirt?”

The lawyer watched the emotions play across the sculptured face, before Lindsay turned her dark eyes on her. “Tom wants me to be happy. I’m happier now than I ever have been. I think he’ll respect that after he gets over the shock. Now let’s get the troublemaker.”

Lindsay and Jill walked into the bar hand in hand, uncaring that the inspector’s ex-husband, and boss, was somewhere in the vicinity with their other lover.

“God, with all these people, we’ll be forever trying to find them!” Jill complained, while shooting death glares at numerous women who was seemed to be coming at Lindsay from all sides. Lindsay for her part was content with causally looking, although she knew she would never touch.

“We’ll find them. We’re not in any big hurry are we? And Jill, seriously. Two women are my limit. Stop using your lawyer intimidation looks to scare everyone off.”

It was then a tall, dark haired woman came up to Jill, obviously about to make a play for her, until Lindsay locked the laser vision on the intruding woman.

“On second thought Jill, let’s find Cindy and get the hell out of here!”

Jill rolled her eyes, “Not so fun when the shoe is on the other foot is it? Now where the hell are they?”

“I’m telling you! Lindsay is way hotter than that Barbie knock-off!!”

Lindsay and Jill looked at each other and froze. Turning towards the familiar voice, the blonde smirked.

“Oh. There they are.”

“Lindsay,” Tom began, not taking his eyes off of Jill, “Why does Jill have on your old A&M shirt?”

“…Crap...” came a random input from Cindy.

“We were playing strip poker when you called.” Jill’s voice cut in.

Tom’s head whipped around to look at Lindsay, who at the moment was currently busy dragging Cindy back towards the group.

“Cindy, stay with us! Stop acting like you’re a two-year old, running off from your parents!”

“I’m not two!”

“Stay here or I’m going to cuff you to me.”

“Oooh! That’s always fun! But I want to go sing!!” came the whine that was cut off by Tom’s voice at a rather high pitch.

“You were playing strip poker with my ex-wife?!”

“Let’s see…Cher or...wait, I missed strip poker?!”

The pout on Cindy’s face would have been heartbreaking had Lindsay not have been frozen at Jill’s smirk; it was the same one she wore before she crushed a defense attorney in the courtroom.

“Oh Tom, surely you don’t think that’s all I’ve done with your ex-wife?”

Cindy giggled. “Oooh this is gonna be good. She’s in sexy lawyer mode, you are soooo goin' down!”

Tom’s jaw dropped, as he looked between the three women. “But…I thought Lindsay was dating Cindy?”

Recovering from Jill’s admission, Lindsay answered Tom’s line of questioning without hesitation.

“I am.”

“…Amen to that!”

Looking at Cindy, who was quite content providing play-by-play commentary, Tom shook his head and continued. “So… you cheated on Cindy to play strip poker with the blonde Draco here?”

The inspector flinched as she saw Jill’s jaw clinch, signaling war was about to begin.

“No, she didn’t cheat! We weren’t playing strip poker you stupid moron! We were sleeping together like we have been for the past year. If Cindy weren’t here getting wasted with you, she would have been there too! And I resent that Draco comment!”

“That’s freaky… I never noticed that before…”

Lindsay sighed. That had went better than she thought it would, and Cindy’s drunken comments were keeping things light and nonviolent. And then Tom decided to speak.

“A threesome… My ex-wife is having a threesome with two other women…Lindsay, surely you remember all of our good times in bed…what are the odds I could I join in?”

Silence fell between the group as the inspector was in a shocked-induced silence, Tom had a look that resembled a child on Christmas morning and Jill was…pissed.

“WHAT?!”

“Ut-oh...wait…eww!!”

“It was just a suggestion Jill. No need to get defensive.”

“OH HELL NO!! Lindsay, give me your gun!”

“Ooooh!! Showdown!”

The tall brunette, still in shock, instinctively reached for her service weapon, before snapping out of her daze.

”Baby, what do you want my gun for?”

“To shoot the fucker! It’s bad enough he was in your bed once! But to have the balls to suggest that we allow him to join in! Now give me your freaking gun!”

“Pat, definitely Pat...” came Cindy’s inconsistent ramblings.

Tom was fairly confident his ex wouldn’t actually allow the psychotic blonde to shoot him, but when Lindsay turned her laser vision on him, he was willing to shoot himself if it got him out of this situation.

“Tom, did you really just suggest what I think you did?”

“Yes, but…”

“No. You didn’t…if you did, I’ll gladly give Jill my personal gun, tell her to aim low, and claim I didn’t see a thing except a well-respected woman of the community fending off a drunken asshole. For the record, you will never be joining us, and it will be a cold day in Hell before you find yourself in my bed again. And if I find out from anyone that you brought Cindy here with the intention of anything dishonorable, then I’ll be the one aiming low! Now get the hell out of my sight!”

Lindsay watched Tom practically run out of the bar, and sighed when she saw Jill staring at her.

“What is it babe?”

“Nothing…you’re just so damn sexy when you’re being all bossy and in charge. Let’s go home…Where’s Cindy?”

“She was here a minute ago!!

Well youre the real tough cookie with the long history, Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me.

“Jill, tell me that isn’t our girlfriend…screeching, up on stage!”

“Linds, I’d love to not even have to claim her at this moment. Has anyone told her she’s horrible!?”

Hit me with your best shot! Why dont you hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Fire away!

“Believe me, she’ll know by tomorrow. Do you think we should be taking offense to her choice in songs?” The inspector asked, trying not to grimace as Cindy hit a high note that sounded more like a cat dying, than a person singing.

“Honey, I think Pat should take offense that Cindy is trying to sing her songs! Let’s get her off the stage and out of here before they throw us out.”

Cindy woke up in her own bed and wondered how she got there. Her mouth felt like sandpaper and her head felt like Claire had used it for some sort of weird autopsy procedure. Someone had been nice enough to put her in one of Jill’s oversized shirts, so she knew her lovers were around the house somewhere.

Quietly, she walked to the living room, pausing to take in the image before her; Lindsay was on her back with Jill cuddled into her side. Cindy’s usual spot was left open, and without hesitation she walked to the couch and snuggled into her lovers.

“I know we need to talk, but please, just let me have this for a few minutes.”

Immediately she felt Lindsay’s arm wrap around her from one side, and Jill’s from the other. Sighing contently, Cindy knew in that exact moment that she’d never stray from her lovers again. “So how much of an ass did I make of myself last night?”

Jill and Lindsay both laughed, before Jill reached out to brush the red hair out of her face. “Honey you should never try to do karaoke while drunk.”

“Oh god. Who did I sing?”

“Pat Benetar’s ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.’ Do you remember any of last night?” Lindsay asked quietly.

Pausing to think, Cindy shook her head, “I remember Jill wanting to shoot Tom. Wait. That can’t be right. Honey, did you really try to shoot him?”

“No, brilliant here wouldn’t let me.” Jill mumbled. “But it would have served him right.”

Silence settled over them; before Cindy leaned over to softly kiss Jill and pulled Lindsay down to kiss her as well. Closing her eyes, she reorganized her thoughts before speaking.

“I know I hurt both of you, especially you Lindsay. I had no idea about your daughter, and I…I know I was just jealous of what you had with Tom. Sometimes I’m even jealous of what you have with Jill. And you Jill, I know my words hurt you too. I’m sorry. After I left here, I went to the police station and Tom was there. We were talking about Lindsay and I called him a few choice names. Then we ended up at the bar…then it gets fuzzy…very, very fuzzy. I remember something about Draco, something about Jill going to shoot Tom and that’s pretty much it.”

Lindsay kissed the younger woman’s forehead before asking the question that was burning in her mind. “Who’s idea was it to go to the bar?”

“Tom’s. Heather is on a school conference thingy, and he didn’t want to go home to an empty house. Lindsay, nothing happened. I wouldn’t let it, even if he had tried something. Our anniversary is this weekend. I still want to leave tonight and go to the resort Jill picked out. I’m in this for good. I love you guys.”

“I love you guys too.” J

“I love my girls too…even Martha.” Lindsay replied, earning a swat on the stomach from Cindy.

“I swear, you love that damn dog more…”