Just a little drabble based on that awesome scene with Juliet and the guys in the ep Black And Tan: A Crime Of Fashion. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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The moment he saw O'Hara coming around the corner, Carlton Lassiter was floored.
His partner was a beautiful woman. Any red blooded man could see that, including himself. But he had spent their entire partnership fighting to ignore the way she made him feel. But right now…
Now he wanted to grab her and take her right there in the hall. Rules, regulations, and everybody else be damned.
She looked at him, and the tantalizing smile that played across her pouty lips went straight to his belt. His whole body was on fire, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Turning slightly, she went into the chief's office, and Lassiter quickly followed suit, ignoring Spencer and Guster as they trailed behind him.
"What happened to you?" Vick asked curiously as O'Hara sauntered into her office with Lassiter directly behind her.
She's screwing with my head to get back at me for all the times I ignored her, Lassiter involuntarily thought, his eyes focused on the back of his partner's head.
"I am a woman, Chief, and I am choosing to dress like one."
Damn right you're a woman, Lassiter mused, but that wasn't what he said. Instead, he said, "You can't do that, O'Hara."
The moment the words spilled out of his mouth, he wanted to take them back. God, he was an ass. But it was a good cover. The last thing he needed was for his big mouth to broadcast to everyone within shouting distance that he thought his partner was the most stunning woman to ever walk into the Santa Barbara Police department.
I am a damn idiot, he thought, not for the first time, as a flash of hurt appeared in her blue-green eyes.
He was in love with his partner.
The End.
A/N: Bwhahaha. Hot detective love! Thanks for reading, and please review!