So this is the last chapter, hope you all like it. :)

Chapter Nine.

"Cindy! What the hell are you doing here?" Jill cried angrily, slightly tipsy from the couple of margaritas she had drunk. Lindsay and Claire swiveled in the booth to glare at the reporter. Cindy had been let out of the hospital a week ago and had been orderd to strict bed rest. Cindy's idea of bed rest, however, involved chasing leads and interviewing witnesses in the girl's latest case, the murder of a socialite.
"My job." Cindy answered Jill as she slid into the booth next to her, across from a furious Homicide Inspector and a frowning Medical Examiner.
"Cynthia Rose Thomas," Claire muttered in exasperation. Cindy poked her tongue out at the use of her full name. "You aren't going to heal properly if you don't listen to the doctors and rest!"
"You got the time off work. Use it!" Jill added, cupping Cindy's face with her hands.
"Are you drunk?" Cindy giggled, crinkling her nose. Jill thought to herself how cute the red head looked when she did that and said so.
"You're so cute..." Jill slumped onto the red head's shoulder, who looked at Claire for an explanation.
"It's been a long day." Claire offered, still angry at the reporter though softening a bit. May as well let bygones be bygones. It would be a cold day in hell when Cindy decided to follow the rules.
"Yeah, Denise is a bitch!" Jill nodded, squeezing Cindy's thigh. Cindy rubbed the blonde's arm in sympathy.
Claire laughed, sliding out of the booth. "Come on, sweetie. Let's go home. Let Lindsay and Cindy talk."
As Claire said this, Cindy looked to the suspiciously quiet Lindsay, realising she hadn't said a word since she had come in. This wouldn't be good. Maybe she should go with Claire... Cindy looked up. Too late. Claire had already left, taking a tipsy Jill with her.
Cindy turned to Lindsay, a sheepish smile on her face. "So, I have a few questions about..."
"You just don't get it, do you?" Lindsay interupted her in a 'calm before the storm' kind of way.
"Get what?" Cindy asked quietly, busying herself with her notepad as she chewed on her pen. Lindsay reached across the table and snatched the book off her, slamming it down on the table between them. Severall patrons looked up, whispering to each other as they stared at the two women. Cindy glanced around nervously.
"Geez, Linds, calm down. You're making a scene."
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Cindy started, eyebrows drawn in confusion. "What...? Lindsay, what are you talking about?"
Lindsay continued as if Cindy hadn't said a word. "Because it sure seems like it. Where were you today?"
Cindy fidgeted nervously as she realised what this was about. "I was just going to ask some questions for an article."
Lindsay leant back against the booth, arms crossed in front of her as she stared hard at the red-head. "Mr. Gregorio is a suspect in an ongoing murder investigation. What part of that do you not understand?" Cindy opened her mouth to speak but Lindsay continued on. "You nearly died, Cindy. Some guy kidnapped you and tried to kill you. Do you understand that?"
Cindy lowered her head as the horrible memories resurfaced. "You don't need to tell me that, Lindsay."
"Don't I?" Lindsay sat forward again, her voice angry. "Because it sure as hell seems like I do. I nearly lost you, Cindy, and you act like that doesn't matter. You act like you don't care!"
A tear slipped down the red head's cheek and she hurriedly wiped it away.
"You brought me back."
That brought Lindsay to a stop as confusion flashed across her face at the abrupt change of subject. "What are you talking about?" The Inspector's eyes narrowed.
Cindy looked up, determination in her eyes. "When I was in a coma, you brought me back. I heard you talking to me, and I didn't want to leave you. I came back for you, Linds."
Lindsay sat there in shock, not sure what to say. She ran a hand through her dark hair as she exhaled, cheeks puffed.
"What does that have to do with..."
"It doesn't." Cindy said quickly. "I just thought you should know. Lindsay, I'm not going to change who I am, or what I do. And you shouldn't expect me to. I came back because you asked me to, Linds. Isn't that enough?"
Lindsay sat there quietly for a few minutes, turning everything around in her head.
"No, Cindy. It's not."
Cindy watched in dismay as Lindsay stood up and stalked out, throwing some money down on the table before she left. The reporter flopped back against the booth as she picked up the remainder of Jill's drink, drinking the lot in one go.
What the hell had just happened?


What the hell did just happen? I have no freaking clue. This is not where I thought it would be going at all. Looks like I'm going to have to do a sequel. And there seems to be romantic tension between Cindy and Lindsay. Did anyone else notice that? When did that happen? Sooo did not expect that. This is by far the most unexpected story I have ever written, though I hoped you liked it.