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Lindy and Sara spent their morning doing normal sisterly activities like shopping, gossiping and people-watching. Sara was a bit overwhelmed at how much Lindy was buying for her – while Sara had a job in the city, it didn't pay very well since it was under-the-table and part-time.

Once Lindy decided to give her credit card a rest for the day, they trekked into Manhattan. Sara wanted to introduce Lindy to her roommates and friends, and more than anything to explain what had happened.

"Okay, so it looks pretty shoddy, I'm warning you," Sara said, self-consciously. Suddenly her confidence had been replaced by nervousness.

"Sara, I'm your big sister. As long as you had a roof over your head that wasn't provided by some kidnapping perv, I'm happy," Lindy squeezed her shoulder.

They approached the building – it was a little shoddy and rundown, but it was tidy on the inside. It was run by two adults, Carol and Joe, who had been orphans growing up themselves and wanted to give kids and young adults a place to feel safe in the city. Sara explained that at times, Carol and Joe were like parents to them all. Everyone cared for one another fiercely, and they bonded over their pasts - each having their own unique story.

Sara introduced Lindy to her roommates and best friends. First there was Liz, a tall, skinny blonde with modelesque bone structure. It turned out that she had moved all the way to New York for modeling, cutting ties with her strict, religious family. She had a successful career for a bit, but then got into a horrible car accident on the way home from a photoshoot that left her with a prosthetic leg. After that, her modeling days were over, and since she was underage, she barely got a cut of the money she had made.

Charlotte was a different story. The short redhead whose cheeks were covered in freckles had been kidnapped by the same man as Sara (and Mary). When they finally got a chance to get out, they did it together and have stuck together ever since. All of the other girls assumed they were dead up until Lindy had the conversation with Mary that motivated her to dig deeper. Lindy nearly cried hearing the story, rounding them both into a group hug.

Despite the cramping in the building, it was well-kept and, being girls, they had decorated their room nicely with what little they had. On Sara's nightstand there was a Polaroid picture of she and Lindy as little girls, in matching outfits and smiling without a care in the world.

Realizing the time, Lindy and Sara reluctantly had to go back to Brooklyn where they'd soon be needed at the precinct, but Lindy took the time to thank each of the girls (and the landlords) for keeping Sara safe and happy.

Once they were back on the subway, Sara turned to her sister.

"Okay, now it's time to talk business. You need to spill," Sara demanded.

"Spill what?" Lindy laughed at her sister's sudden serious demeanor.

"About you and a certain detective who I found on our couch this morning," Sara said, raising her eyebrows.

"Ugh, I thought we talked about this last night," Lindy groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.

"Oh please, that was barely a snippet of what I really had to say," Sara rolled her eyes.

"Well, then the floor is yours," Lindy urged her sister to continue.

"I don't care how 'complicated' you guys are," Sara said, using finger quotations. "One, he essentially saved your life. Two, he indirectly brought us back together. Three, I see those smoldering looks y'all give one another. And four, he's smoking hot."

"It's a dreadfully long story, Sar," Lindy sighed, though her sister did made excellent points, especially number 4...

"Well we have all the time in the world now," Sara smiled, throwing an arm around Lindy's shoulders. "But honestly, I think if everything has taught me anything, it's that life is too short. I'll spare you the gory details, but I cheated death multiple times out there. And something tells me you weren't too far off yourself. Whatever happened to make you both skittish around each other, you can't even tell me that it's really worth it anymore."

Sara's tone had become gentler, kinder, and she gave Lindy's hand a supportive squeeze.

Lindy had to admit Sara was right - it felt like centuries had passed.

They arrived at the precinct not too much later, having only made a pit stop at a nearby coffee shop before heading inside.

Catherine was still in the hospital recuperating, but Yeager had all the instructions. Sara went first, and assured Lindy that she would be fine on her own. Like Lindy, Sara also had stories from the past years that she wasn't exactly ready to share yet. Eventually it would all come out, but not right now.

Lindy sat in the common area, not really knowing what to do with herself. Last time she was here – before she saw that damn video – she was doing work. But now she had severed those ties, and in a weird way it felt foreign to her. She had an urge to log onto a computer and start doing something, but she didn't think it was her place anymore.

That was when she caught sight of Tommy as he walked out of Catherine's office. From across the room, they locked eyes and were caught in a sexually-charged staring contest. Tension built every second that passed. Lindy finally had enough and, letting out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding, marched over to him.

"Hey," he said lightly.

"Hey," Lindy greeted, mirroring his tone – not their usual banter, but a vast improvement from her being at his throat.

"Got this for you," she added, holding out the extra coffee as a sort of peace offering.

"It's 5pm," Tommy smirked.

"Are you trying to tell me you haven't had a long day?" She put her free hand on her hip and quirked an eyebrow.

"Point taken," Tommy nodded, taking a long sip of his drink.

"Can we talk?" Lindy asked abruptly, as if she wanted to get the question out before she lost her nerve.

"Aren't we?" Tommy asked, not to challenge her, but just because he was trying to gather his thoughts.

"Not in here," Lindy glanced around then started towards the door.

Tommy was easily able to catch up to her long strides, and soon enough they were outside amidst the pedestrians and cigarette breaks. They stood there for a few minutes like awkward middle schoolers. But then Lindy sighed, she'd had enough of these countless awkward silences.

"I just need to know…how did you do it?" She asked, eyes wide. "How did you know?"

"Well," Tommy began with a deep sigh. "It happened after they found Oliver. I found out Hamish had ties to Babylon that could implicate him. We tried breaking into the servers there, but no luck. Apparently that caliber of illegal is only your forte. Then, somehow Hamish had a clue that led us to the fact that the Flirtual killer had put up an ad on Babylon for someone to kill Reiss. Hence how Jake was at your party. We rethought the entire timeline – Jake's whole alibi from that night fell apart. And Catherine confirmed that Jake attacked her. Things just started making sense."

"And my sister?" Lindy was dumbfounded.

"Mary called Yeager while we were about to leave to try and find you, and then she showed up at the precinct with your sister. Luckily you finally answered, because then we were able to track you."

"Oh my god," Lindy shook her head in shock. "I still can't believe it. Jake? I never would've thought…"

"I know, I know, we all thought he was cleared," Tommy shrugged.

"But you- you never liked Jake," Lindy said. "You knew better. God, I'm so stupid."

"Lindy," Tommy laughed sheepishly. "I had my reasons for not being Bolin's number one fan, but not because I thought he was a serial killer."

"But Tommy, why? Why did you go through all this trouble? Everything," Lindy asked desperately, searching his face for an answer.

"When Ben died, I made a promise to him that I would never let anything bad happen to you, I promised I would keep you safe. To be honest, that was something I'd vowed from the beginning," he explained slowly.

"That's why? Just because of Ben?" Lindy asked earnestly, dropping her voice to a whisper. She looked up at him with a glimmer of something - Tommy wasn't sure what. Hope, maybe? - in her eyes.

Without skipping a beat, he answered. "No."

Before either of them had a real chance to think, that was all Lindy needed to hear to close the distance between them, their lips meeting in the middle. Her hands were in his hair and he was pulling her as close as he possibly could in an attempt to make up for the distance that had been between them for the past week. Their tongues were waging a war on each other that, if they weren't situated on a crowded sidewalk, probably never would've stopped.

They pulled away, breathless, and just looked into each others' eyes for a while, half thankful for having air in their lungs again and half wanting nothing more than to start back up again. It felt different this time - nobody was watching with intent to end Tommy's life, they weren't acting for work, and they had finally reached a level of mutual understanding. Finally gone were the days where Lindy was constantly checking over here shoulder and Tommy hanging around her more as a bodyguard than a friend (but that had certainly changed somewhere down the line as well). Now they could just be.

Realizing the time, Tommy hesitantly turned back to the precinct. It would soon be Lindy's turn to give a statement.

"Ready for this?" He asked encouragingly, putting his hand on her lower back and guiding her back inside as they fell into step with one another.

"As I'll ever be," she sighed deeply, looking straight ahead.

Then she brightened slightly, and looked up at him with a smirk. "Hey, so...what are your thoughts on protective duty tonight?"

"I think I could do that," he nodded, glancing down at her with a laugh.

Aaaaand that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed! Please, please review, I'd love to hear from you guys! Thank you so much for reading. Fingers crossed for some Tindy tonight! (But I'm trying not to get my hopes up). In the meantime, I'm also working on a Tindy-themed one shot that I'll hopefully put up soon, and I'd love to see more Eye Candy fics out there so if you have an idea, get writing! :)