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"Spencer! In my office... NOW!" Came the bark of interim chief Vick. Shawn Spencer sighed and stood as he approached the door to her office. As he brushed past officer Mcnabb, Shawn saw Head Detective Carlton Lassiter standing in the office with his hands on his hips glaring at Shawn as he made his way into the office.
"Listen, Chief, if this is about the male stripper I hired for Detective Lassiter's Birthday next week... he said he's expecting singles and no coins." Shawn grinned as Lassiter's face flushed and contorted with rage.
"You little punk!" Lassiter made a movement towards Shawn, who moved into a defensive pose, guarding his torso with his knee and hands, he then let out a little scream. Chief vick's expression became slightly perturbed. Shawn looked at the desk and saw a folder with the words "Spencer, Shawn" in bold. He then saw a photo taken from a seance he had conducted during a case. Then he saw a newspaper with the heading, "Psychic discovers Dinosaur." Finally, he saw a small note written in pen that he captured mentally. He read it in his mind, "The psychic is going down. He is using black magic and god has given me the power and mission to smite him. Let him know his days are numbered." Shawn smirked at himself as he thought of the number of people that had accused him of being a fraud. Very few had ever condemned him even after they believed he had a gift.
"Chief, I'm sensing a person is... stalking someone. They're stalking... furrows his brow in concentration me?" He looked up quizzically.
The chief looked slightly taken aback but nodded as Lassiter started to laugh. "Well at least he can figure out that people don't like him. Sarcastically What a surprise."
"Chief, I'm also sensing that this person has a particular agenda. They think that I'm... santa? no wait... satan? Satanic?" The chief nodded and picked up the note.
"We just received this from the post office. No return address or envelope. They said they would have thrown it out if it weren't for two things... first the newspaper from your dinosaur discovery holds it up and that the person who saw the letter had a case solved by you a few months back. They wanted to make sure you were okay."
"What's the big deal chief? Sounds like someone just doesn't like me. Why take this seriously?" He tilted his head.
"We weren't going to until... this." She pulled a photo out of her desk. It was of a woman laying prone with blood covering the floor. Shawn noticed that the woman was wearing long flowing robes and a veil around her head. A sentence was written next to the corpse, in blood, that said, "Vengance from the hand of God." Shawn visibly paled as he realized the severity of the situation. "We received the picture with the note. The police are still searching for the woman from the photo." Shawn focused his attention to the photo and saw a small bracelet on the woman that said, "The Third Eye."
"She worked at "The Third Eye" on Euclid Avenue." He said briskly. The chief looked surprised and picked up her phone, saying, "get two black and whites down to The Third Eye on Euclid Avenue." She then hung up the phone and said, "We do not know who the murderer is nor when he will strike... so until further notice, Mr. Spencer, you are on a vacation from police work." Her voice was firm.
"How am I going to pay for my red vines?" He whined
"We will give you compensatory pay until the murderer is found... and so that we know you are safe, I am assigning Detective Lassiter to be on security for the next few days or weeks. However long it takes to catch the murderer."
Lassiter, at this point, flushed again and said, "Chief... with all due respect, I don't think that Mr. Spencer needs my help. It wouldn't be very effective to use the department's resources like that. Can't he just "psychically" tell us where to find this murderer and arrest them?" His voice had an undertone of anger and Shawn was sure that Lassie had mocked him when he had said 'psychically.'
Chief Vick glared at Lassiter and then turned to Shawn and said, "Well... did you get anything off of the documents? If not, you and Detective Lassiter will be staying in your appartment under 24 hour surveillance until further notice." Shawn paused, looking closely at the photos and letter. He didn't see anything that would let him out of this circumstance. "No chief... sorry." He shrugged. The chief turned to Lassiter and said, "Okay Lassiter. I want calls every 8 hours and if anything goes awry call the office immediately. I'm trusting you with Mr. Spencer's life." To which Lassiter said, "Yes chief."
As Shawn and Lassiter left the office, Shawn noticed that a newspaper on Lassiter's desk read, "Retired Police Officer Saves Family from Crash" Shawn's jaw dropped when he saw a picture of is father with a woman and young child on the cover of the paper. When did that happen? Shawn thought as the two made their way out of the precinct. Lassiter grabbed Shawn's arm roughly and said, "Now listen to me Spencer! For the next few days you are under my supervision and I will NOT have you messing up my perfect record because of some 'vision.' Do I make myself clear?" His tone was harsh. Shawn nodded and said jokingly, "Come on Lassie! It'll be just like a sleepover... you have had a sleepover before, right?" Lassiter mockingly smirked at Shawn before shoving him out the door of the station. They both climbed into Detective Lassiter's car and drove over to Shawn's appartment. Lassiter said that the murderer was probably going to target Shawn's appartment first and so, "You will be staying at my house." Lassiter said firmly. Shawn sighed and shrugged his shoulders. After Lassiter went through the appartment, he allowed Shawn to go in and get some clothes and toiletries while he guarded the door to the appartment. Shawn came out five minutes later lugging a sack full of laundry. Lassiter stared at Shawn with his mouth agape. "Where are your clean clothes!?" His voice rose. Shaw said, "It's laundry week. You have detergent I can use right?" He continued down the stairs and out the building after locking up the appartment. Lassiter noticed that Shawn only had a small bag with him that was not clothing. What else did he bring? Carlton wondered. I'll find out later.
Finally the duo left the complex and drove over to Detective Lassiter's house. Lassiter glanced over at Shawn a few times, the man was oddly quiet. Lassiter imagined that given the opening, he would talk the whole way over about nothing. So Carlton said nothing, enjoying the silence. They arrived at the Detective's house after a few minutes and Shawn got out of the car so that he could get the sack of clothing. Lassiter walked up the stairs and unlocked his front door. He wasn't sure how long he would have to babysit for the chief but his house only had one bedroom. He figured either he or Shawn could sleep on the couch, afterall, he had spent many a night sleeping on the couch during his marriage. Shawn walked in the house and let out a low whistle. "Nice house Lassie! Though I figured you'd have more photos of your busts." He joked. You haven't seen my bedroom yet, thought Lassiter. He turned to Shawn and said, "Spencer, I don't really care where I sleep. So if you'd prefer my bed..." He trailed off. Shawn laughed, "Is your bed big enough for two?" The sentence had some sexual tension underlying it. Lassiter flushed, getting extremely angry. "Listen Spencer. I didn't volunteer to be your baby sitter for the next few days or weeks. This is an imposition. I was offering my bed as a gesture of hospitality. You knew I was going to sleep on the couch. So if you don't start treating me with some respect, I will make your stay here a living hell!" His tone made Shawn's demeanor change. Shawn sighed and said, "Lassie, it doesn't matter to me where I sleep. I was just busting your balls. Can we make a concession? For the next few days or weeks, however long it takes, can we promise to give one another some slack. I'll lighten up on the jokes if you'll not take everything I say so seriously. Deal?"
Lassiter was slightly taken aback about how sensible Spencer was acting. He reluctantly nodded and the two men shook hands. "Now, what are we going to do about dinner?"
A few weeks had passed where the two men had gotten along fairly well. Shawn had made a few calls to Gus and Juliet during those times to see if the case had taken up any new leads. No change had been reported.
Lassiter walked into the house after shopping at a local grocery and noticed as he came in that Shawn was asleep on the couch. The two men had decided to take shifts on the couch, every other day. So far the idea had been equal but Lassiter was sure that Shawn was sleeping less on the couch than Lassiter. Carlton looked at Shawn's sleeping body as he put away the food. The younger man was full of surprises, albeit he made terrible desserts, Shawn's cooking was an improvement over Lassiter's. Shawn had also been very responsible about making sure he cleaned his own messes and kept the Detective's house in good condition.
Once Carlton had finished putting the groceries away he sat down on the couch and turned on his television. Shawn stirred but did not wake. Carlton put on a baseball game between the New York Yankees and the Red Sox. About halfway through the game Shawn's body slowly shifted right, sliding closer and closer to Lassiter's. Carlton thought about waking the psychic but decided that Shawn probably did not sleep well due to the couch and the fact that the killer was still at large. Finally the psychic's head landed on the detective's lap gently. Lassiter turned down the volume on the television and looked down at the psychic. It was amazing how nice Shawn was when he wasn't flapping his jaw or being over-dramatic. After the game had ended, Lassiter began to shift his body. During the game he had absentmindedly been stroking Shawn's hair. Lassiter put a pillow under Shawn's head and had stood up. It was Lassiter's night on the couch and he noticed Shawn was beginning to toss and turn, troubling dreams making the young man restless. Lassiter crouched in front of Shawn and gently lifted him off of the couch. The psychic didn't wake but seemed to settle into the Detective's strong arms, turning inward towards the sudden source of heat and comfort. Lassiter made his way to his bedroom and gently set Shawn onto his bed. He then checked the room for any signs of entrance and made sure his door was shut and locked from the inside before leaving the room and laying down on the couch for his sleep. When sleep did come, his dreams were confusing but comforting. 'His wife was yelling at him but Shawn had stepped in and soon the three of them were getting along well. Then, Shawn smiled at Lassiter and the two were suddenly walking along the pier on the coast talking about a case they had just solved.'
The next morning Lassiter woke early and made his way to his room so that he could change for the day. The two men had made a pact that if one person was in the room that they would have privacy to change by locking the door. Lassiter gently knocked but was met with silence, he must still be sleeping. Carlton quietly unlocked the door and peered into the room. Shawn was still asleep but his sheets were strewn about the room and he was shivering, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed. Lassiter made his way to the bed and grabbed the nearest blanket, pulling it close to Shawn. He then pulled the psychic towards him and layed onto the bed, having Spencer's body beside his. He was only in his night shirt and boxer's but he felt that Shawn needed to have restful sleep and that for the time being Lassiter would be the only source of comfort in the strange house. Shawn's body curled against Lassiter and the psychic's breathing slowed to a moderate pace before his hand gently rested on Lassiter's chest. Carlton felt the psychic's grip loosen and his consciousness drift away. Lassiter stood and went to his closet and pulled out his outfit for the day. While he changed he heard Shawn begin to rouse. Quickly, the detective changed his clothes. Not fast enough apparently. "Woah Lassie! You gonna take me out for dinner first?" Came the yawning voice of Shawn.
Lassiter sighed and finished dressing before he left the room. As he opened the door he heard Shawn say something, "What Shawn?" Came Lassiter's agitated voice, the spell from Shawn's peaceful sleep broken. "How did I get in here?" His voice was slightly uneasy but Lassiter said nothing, rolling his eyes. Once Lassiter had finished preparing breakfast, toast, eggs, bacon, and a fresh pot of coffee, he heard Shawn enter the room. The detective turned to Shawn and offered him a plate of food. Lassiter said that he needed to go in to the station to pick up his paycheck and check for any updates to the case. He told Shawn to stay in the house and make sure the doors were locked and not to answer the door for anyone. "You worry too much Lassie! I'll be fine for a couple of hours." He said confidently. Lassiter left shortly afterwards, checking around the house to make sure everywhere was secure. He then left for the station.
Lassiter was pissed and worried as he made his way back home. Not only had the station taken forever to prepare his paycheck, something about the checks being written while he was waiting, but also the case had taken a new, unfortunate turn. Another person had been killed, a palm-reader. Lassiter had beat a speedy retreat back to his house because he suddenly felt that it was a mistake to leave Shawn by himself. Just in case, he called Juliet over and brought her back with him to his house. As he pulled into the driveway his heart fell into his stomach, his front door was kicked in and he could see signs of a struggle as lamps and other various items were strewn about the room. Immediately, Lassiter told Juliet to call in to the station and he ran inside his house gun drawn, preparing for the worst. He quickly swept the entire appartment and found neither Shawn nor anyone else. Finally as he walked back through his living room, he saw a note on the countertop in his kitchen. It was from the killer. "Naughty, naughty detective. Hiding a sorcerer is a sin in the eyes of god." Lassiter felt as though he had fallen into a bucket of ice water. He looked around the house for any sign that Shawn was okay. Finally, he found a small piece of paper with a clue from Shawn in his bedroom, it said the words "6-08-12 Woma" on the back of a piece of newspaper. Lassiter ran for his room and saw the newspaper from the previous week. He saw the title, "Retired Police Officer Saves Family from Crash." Lassiter grabbed the paper and saw Shawn had circled the woman. Lassiter ran out the front door and told Juliet to take him to the station.
Shawn had been working on the case from his house when he the phone rang. He answered and heard someone breathing on the other end. Immediately he hung up the phone and called the station, playing a hunch. He asked Juliet to text him the picture from the first murder and Juliet told him someone else had been killed. Shawn said to give him both quickly. He heard someone knocking on the front door, emphatically. He received the text and quickly scanned the bodies before he found something a small mark from a necklace. It was in the shape of a cross... where had he seen it? Then his memory flashed back to the office where he saw the newspaper with the woman who had been saved by Shawn's father. He immediately looked for Lassiter's newspaper and circled the woman and the cross. He hid the newspaper in Lassiter's bedroom as the pounding on the door increased in intensity. Sure that it was the killer, Shawn ran into the living room and ripped out a strip of newspaper. He began to write on the back but was interrupted by the sound of the door being kicked off it's hinges. Shawn hid the strip of paper quickly and turned to the woman from the photo. She had a crazed look in her eyes and said, "Hello sinner. Today's judgement day." She then ran towards him with a cloth and Shawn beat a hasty retreat before tripping over an end table and smacking his head into the coffee table in front of the television. Shawn was dazed but not unconscious, unfortunately the woman covered his face with the chloroform soaked rag. Shawn went limp instantly but was only slightly woozy from the chloroform, wanting to keep his consciousness for his escape.
Lassiter was starting to full on panick. No one in the office could find an address on the woman from the newspaper. The child wasn't even hers! How could this have happened? Detective Lassiter called Shawn's dad and through tight lips he said, "Shawn's been taken. The killer target's what god considers a sorcerer or psychic. They have murdered two people and have just taken Shawn. We have a suspect but it was the woman who you saved last week. Did the woman give you an address?" Carlton heard Henry take a deep breath in, trying to calm himself. He thought back to that day, trying to remember any details that would help the police find her. He remembered a key to a motel on the outskirts of town and said, "She's in the Motel 5, room 25, on the edge of town..." He heard Carlton run yell out the location and he hung up the phone. Henry loosed his grip on the potato he had been peeling, only to note that it was crushed.
Lassiter ran out the door and practically leaped into his car, putting on his lights and calling an ambulance to the motel. He did 80-100 mph to the motel and kicked in the door to the room, gun drawn. He saw Shawn tied to a chair and his heart felt relieved... until he noticed that Shawn wasn't breathing. He ran over and shook Shawn. No repsonse. He looked at Shawn and saw a small mark in his neck, a small cross. Lassiter's heart began to pound faster and he looked closer at Shawn's still body, finally he saw a small pool of blood by his feet and Lassiter said, "no." He found gashes on Shawn's body, almost everywhere. With a shaky hand he put his hand to Shawn's neck and felt a pulse, it was slowing down however and so Lassiter grabbed Shawn and lifted him over his shoulder and carried him outside of the hotel. The ambulance arrived a minute later, but to Lassiter it seemed like an eternity. He watched helplessly as they took Shawn into the vehicle and gave him a sedative. they said that he needed a blood transfusion as soon as he got to the hospital. Lassiter called the hospital and told them to prepare a transfusion, stating Shawn's blood type. The ambulance workers said that it might be too late and Lassiter stayed at the crime scene until more black and whites arrived. He then immediately got into his car, avoiding the other police officers and to hide the fact that his eyes were red. He drove to the hospital and as he got there he heard chatter over the radio stating that the murderer was still at large. Carlton turned off his radio and walked into the hospital.
He walked to the front desk and asked if Shawn had survived the trip, his chest tight with emotion. The nurse on duty looked at the clipboard and Henry burst through the door calling out to Lassiter. The detective turned and saw worry etched into the face of the older, retired police officer. Lassiter nodded to Henry and said in a somewhat shaky voice, "I was just checking in on him." The nurse looked confused and said, "Can you name or describe the patient please?" "Shawn Spencer." Said Lassiter. Henry had noted Lassiter's reaction to his presence when he entered the hospital, fear, guilt, sadness, and hope. The nurse said, "He went into the ICU for the transfusion and I will let you know as soon as he is put somewhere else." The way she said that, 'somewhere else' made Lassiter sick to his stomach and he turned to Henry, who had noticed the nurse's tone. "Henry..." His voice was unsteady, "I'm so... sorry." Lassiter turned away, trying to not break down in front of Shawn's father, who didn't need this now. Why am I so emotional over this? It was just Spen-... Shawn, thought Carlton.
Henry knew something was wrong with the detective when he turned from him. He looked at Lassiter's body posture and instantly a idea occurred to the retired police officer. He reserved his judgement and said nothing. He knew Carlton was dealing with multiple issues now and honestly, thought Henry, I'm more worried about Shawn. "He was on my watch... I only left for twenty minutes. I had to check in at the office." Came the voice of Lassiter, it was stronger than before. "She must have come in when she saw me leave." Henry gently placed his hand on the detective's shoulder, "It wasn't your fault Carlton. You couldn't guard him twenty-four, seven."
The next few hours went by with little spoken by anyone. Finally at four in the morning, the nurse said, "Detective Lassiter and Henry Spencer?" The two men bolted over to the desk, "He's in room 130." She said. The two men heaved sighs of relief and they walked quickly to room 130. They burst in the door and saw Shawn on the bed, eyes closed but breathing. Henry looked at Shawn and said, "Thank goodness." He then put his hand on Shawn's head and tousled his son's hair. Shawn did not wake so Henry said, "You're staying aren't you?" to Lassiter, who nodded. "Alright then... I'm going home to bed. Please keep a eye on my son Carlton." Lassiter said, "Yes, sir."
As Henry left, Carlton sat down in a chair next to Shawn, he felt so relieved that he started to chuckle, then he started to laugh, then he was laughing so hard he was crying. Then he felt the tears flow freely. What is going on with me? thought the detective incredulously. Finally the tears stopped and Carlton felt tired. He closed his eyes for a while until he heard Shawn thrashing in the bed next to him. Lassiter moved towards him and heard him say, "She's here." He wasn't awake but Lassiter knew he meant in the hospital. Lassiter drew his gun and he put his hand on Shawn's shoulder, calming the psychic's tossing and turning.
It didn't take long, and Carlton was able to get a black and white down to the hospital. She came into the room dressed as a nurse. Carlton almost didn't recognize her until he saw the necklace in the shape of a cross. She held up a syringe and said, "Some morphine for the patient." She said in a sweet voice. Carlton leveled his gun at her and said, "Guess again, bitch!" The nurse looked at the gun and said, "You think mere bullets can stop the messenger of god?" She lunged at shawn and Lassiter fired. The woman crumpled to the ground and the police officers burst into the room. Lassiter was shaking. He looked down at Shawn, who was covered in a sheen of sweat. Lassiter used gloves and took the syringe placing it in an evidence bag and giving it to the other officers. Lassiter called to the office and said that Shawn needed a new room and that room 130 was now a crime scene and that the hospital needed to bring up the files on the nurse who had been shot.
Shawn moved to the second floor and was given twenty-four hour surveillance outside his door. Lassiter stayed inside the room and called Henry and told him that the woman was dead. Henry sighed in relief, knowing that Shawn was safe. He said to Lassiter, "Let me know of ANY updates on Shawn's condition." Lassiter missed the emphasis on 'ANY' and hung up the phone. He turned to Shawn, who was beginning to stir. His eyes opened slowly and so Lassiter lowered the lights to ease any pain Shawn felt by the piercing lights. Shawn looked around the room once his eyes ajusted. He saw Lassiter standing by the lights with his back to him. Shawn looked around the room and saw that he was in the hospital. He turned to his Electrocardiogram beeping steadily. He saw the sensor on his finger so he leaned back and shut his eyes again and slowly removed the sensor... which caused the machine to flatline. Lassiter whipped around and saw Shawn, who was lying still, and the machine which was flatlining. Lassiter grabbed Shawn and said, "Oh god no! Spencer? Wake up! Please! Your dad will kill me! Not to mention the Chief!" Carlton was pleading, barganing, and near crying for Shawn to wake up, "Spencer?" His voice was weak and his throat was dry, "Please don't... not after everything we've been through." Shawn quietly attached his sensor and the machine beeped again. Lassiter let out a cry of joy and grabbed Shawn, who was still motionless. The detective kissed him on the lips lightly and set him back down. A nurse came in later and checked on them. Lassiter told her about the flatline and she said that it was probably caused by a finger slipping in and out of the sensor. Lassiter turned to Shawn, who was breathing softly. "You didn't..." His voice was just below 'anger' ... 'ready to explode.' Shawn did not move, but Lassiter was sure he saw a small smile on the psychic's lips.
Shawn was out of the hospital in three days and was told to stay in Lassiter's house until the investigation had been closed. The station thought that it was possible that the killer might have had an accomplice. Shawn had taken the bed, even though he had protested, stating that they had arranged another schedule. Lassiter just rolled his eyes and said nothing. Lassiter had realized some of his feelings for Shawn that night in the hospital but had kept them to himself, thinking about how his wife would say, "That explains a lot." Bitch.
Lassiter was making his last checks for the night, he had installed a new solid oak door with a deadbolt. As he approached the door to his bedroom he heard Shawn breathing fast and shallow. Lassiter opened the door and saw Shawn was curled into a fetal position and covering his neck. He was asleep but Lassiter was sure his dreams were not happy ones. Quietly as he could, Carlton closed and locked the door. He changed into his night clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed. Shawn whipped his head, shaking it violently to expel the unwanted nightmare. Carlton rolled onto the bed and pulled Shawn's body close to his. The young man had tear streaks on his face, eyes shut tight. Carlton held Shawn as close as he could to his body and felt Shawn's body wrap around his. Shawn was sobbing softly and his hands were clinging to Carlton as if his life depended on him. "Lassie will get here soon... he's coming... he'll... he'll save me." The words were soft and desperate. Shawn's actions slowed and his breathing eased. Lassiter, who was not used to the amount of intimacy Shawn was displaying, simply held Shawn and pulled up the blanket.
Sometime during the night Shawn woke, frightened because it was dark and he heard breathing. The killer had left him alone to die... in the dark. He breathed in, expecting to smell the coppery smell of blood again, but was met with a sweet, musky smell. It was Lassie. His heart beat quickly as his mind worked in overdrive to remember how he got where he was. His consciousness had been fleeting at best the last few days and finally he remembered that the hospital let him stay at Lassie's house... that and the police. But why was Lassie in the bed with him, and why was he holding Shawn so close? Shawn slowly turned over to move to the other end of the bed. Lassiter's hands tensed and Lassie's eyes opened. The two men looked into one another's eyes and Lassiter's grip released. They said nothing as the psychic repositioned himself. Lassiter rolled towards the door, only to have Shawn take his hand gently, "please don't go." His voice was soft. Lassiter grunted and rolled back to the center of the king-sized bed. Shawn then slowly pushed himself, slowly because he was in pain, towards the detective.
Shawn put his body flushed with Lassie and soon fell into a deep peaceful sleep. Detective Lassiter looked up at the ceiling and drifted off sometime shortly after, one hand resting on Shawn's hip. Shawn's body rolled into Lassiter, waking the detective. Lassiter felt his breath catch and his body respond finally to the intimacy of the situation. His arm was trapped under Shawn's body and Shawn had put his head into the crook of Lassiter's neck. Shawn's body was also responding, he nuzzled in closer to the detective, hands wrapping around the older man's body. "Spencer?" His voice was soft but tight. Shawn did not wake but reacted to the words, his head buried itself into his neck more and Carlton felt the psychic's lips brush his throat. This caused Lassiter to let out a soft rumble from deep in his throat. Shawn's body moved even closer until the detective noticed that Shawn's 'entire body' was reacting to the prescence of someone. The psychic's erection was pressing into Lassiter's hip and Lassiter was enjoying it. Carlton slowly moved his free hand down the curve of Shawn's body, resting on his hip. Not wanting to be accused of some form of sexual misconduct he said, "Spencer..." Shawn's eye's fluttered and he looked at the detective, who was looked like he wasn't sure what to do. Carlton's face turned red, but it was dark and Shawn could not see, "you... uh... rolled over." He finished lamely. Shawn felt the detective's hand on his hip and realized why Lassie was acting so strangely. Shawn set his chin on the detective's shoulder and began to kiss his neck, while using his hand to move the other man's hand down. Lassiter felt his hand brush Shawn's erection and Shawn's breath caught in his throat. Lassiter was quickly losing control over his own body and he was conflicted. What if Shawn was just playing with him? Or what if he didn't realize he was awake? Shawn's actions were causing Lassiter to lose his focus on not getting to full mast. Finally Lassiter said, "Spencer... I don't want to... take advantage of your... circumstances. gasps oh shit! W-wait Spencer." Shawn paused and moved back to look at the detective skeptically. "What's the matter Lassie? I thought you wanted me." His voice was questioning, as if he wasn't sure if he had read the signals correctly.
Lassiter turned his head away from Shawn, not sure if he could go through with this. "I... it's not that... I'm flattered... I just..." his mouth, nor the rest of his body, seemed not to be working well with his mind. Shawn was starting to have misgivings... maybe I read this wrong. No! ... wait, did I? Lassiter was trying not to initiate anything with Shawn at the moment and even though Shawn could feel the detective struggling with something, Shawn, for once in his life, could not figure out what it was. Finally, Carlton said, "Shawn... I haven't ever even thought about... but you... and when I thought that you might... I couldn't... and now... I want this but I don't want you to regret anything in the morning." The last phrase was void of emotion but Shawn immediately understood. Lassie's afraid that tomorrow I'll be mad at him because I'm vulnerable. Shawn said, "Lassie, I understand what you mean. But I am sure I want this and if you want to wait I'll understand but I have been waiting for this moves in close and whispers forever." Carlton shivered in anticipation. Finally, when Shawn held his head against Lassiter's and his lips moved close, Carlton threw caution to the wind. He leaned in and kissed the psychic on his pineapple sweet lips. Shawn wrapped his hands back around the detective and deepened the kiss.
(A/N)
Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I have two other stories on nifty. "Merlin" and "Chuck" so if you enjoy this story feel free to read the other two (also in celeb. section). I appreciate and greatly enjoy comments (the good, the bad, and the ugly) so please, even if you hated this story or want to say hey, shoot me an email. I am completely chill and confidential. Your comments let me know that there are people reading the story and inspire me to write more. Even if you just want to correct something, I don't mind at all. By the way my stories usually don't start with sex... I gotta keep the story flowing. But expect some more sex come future chapters. Oh and if you haven't watched Psych... I'd suggest it. Or just look up James Roday. drools