A/N: Hi everyone. I'm new to the Shassie/Psych fandom, so I hope I can do them/yall justice. I didn't start watching Psych until this year (I know right), but I'm already caught up. It's was like a fire storm of awesome! I saw one episode, and was hooked. Soooo. I paid for Nexflix, and watched every single episode they had, in like a week & a half. The Shassie bug bit me right away, so here I am. :P Anywho enough about me.
Title: Psychic My Ass
Type: Humor?/Romance/Tiny lil bit of agust/drama
Word Count. I was told, there'd be no math. :(
Rating: Hmmm PG-13...Maybe R. (Wordyderds, Smut, Violence, Evil Plot Bunnies.) Ya know normal stuff.
Pairing: ! Guess :P
Legal crap: *sigh* I Sadly do NOT! own Psych. I'm simply picking a pineapple from Steve Frank's private pineapple patch, to make my own yummy-a-licous (- It's a word ole Webster is workin on it.) smoothie.
Summary: Shawn does a big no-no, Lassie gets all uber pissy, and everyone knows why but Shawn. That's it in a nut shell ;)
Psychic My Ass
Lassiter was mad, rightfuly so. Shawn's latest stunt, even had me pissed. His flight or fight responce thingy must have broken, because insted of running away all 'little girl scared' as Gus calls it, he put himself into real danger. I glanced at him, and he was grumbling quitely to himself. He also had a death grip on the stearing wheel, yelling slurs at random drivers.
"Are you ok?" I asked softly.
"I don't want to talk about it O-Hara" He hissed at me.
"Alright." I muttered softly, and allowed my mind to revist the events of the day.
The stand off was heated, as most stand off's are. A troubled young man had taken his girlfriend, and their two year old daughter hostage. It was eight hours in, and everyone was on edge. Lassiter had talked to the man, trying to convince him to let them go, without much luck. They were coming to the breaking point, and the man was becoming more agressive by the moment. I stood beside my partner as he made the choise, no cop wants to make. They were going to take him out. Shawn, Gus, and I watched as Lassiter barked out quite orders to the nervous swat team.
"Your jumping the gun, here Lassie." Shawn said walking closer to him.
Lassiter sighed loudly. "Spencer we are out of options. This man is a loaded gun, pointed right at his family, and I don't want them in there when he goes off."
I shook my head softly as Shawn shot Lassiter his 'Im gonna try my best to make an ass out of you' grin. This wasn't going to end any time soon.
"Wow! Lassie-face that metaphor was colorful and chilling. Just like anything Steven Tyler says ever." He smirked at Lassiter, who simply rolled his eyes.
I heard Gus groan next to me. "Shawn! You know how I feel about old washed up rock stars from the eighties!" Gus bellowed.
Shawn sighed softly, and shook his head in that 'your so wrong I could smack you, but I love you away way' manner that is saved mostly for Gus. I bit back a smile, and Lassiter glared at me.
"Gus!" Shawn wined. "He is not washed up, he is just taking a little break is all. He pouted slightly.
Gus's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Little break my ass. He hasn't made a good record since 1984. Gus grumbled.
I could have sworn I saw Lassier's hand twitch toward his gun, and I had to stifel a giggle.
"Gus!" Shawn said sounding truly appalled at him. "Thats so not true. he made Misery with Pink back in 2001. That was a great record." Shawn stated.
"It wasn't his Shawn, it's Pink's, so it doesn't count." He shot back.
"Enough!" Lassiter roared. "We can't wait to make our move any longer." He said to the group of men decked out in their swat gear.
"Whoa Carls just give me five minutes, and if it's not solved, then come in gus-a-blazing." Shawn asked.
"Spencer there is no way in hell, that i'm letting you anywhere near that lunatic." Lassiter said gruffly.
Shawn shot a sugar sweet smile at him. "Awwww Lass I knew you cared deep down. I lubs you too." He winked and blew Lassiter a kiss. Gus rolled his eyes.
I had to chew on my tounge to keep myself from busting out laughing. Lassiter flushed a soft pink, and I couldn't suppress my giggle. He shot me a 'shut it O-Hara' glare, and I resisted the urge to stick my tounge out at him.
Lassiter had fully recovered, and was back to shoting daggers at Spencer. "Look Spencer. It's not going to happen, so just let it go."
His voice was smooth, almost soft in a way. His eye's however were dark with warning. They screamed "Cross me, and i'll end you."
Shawn stared at him for a long moment. I wondered if Shawn had gotten lost in Lassiter's distractingly beautiful blue eyes. They were always chatching me off guard, and I'm not attractied to the man.
Shawn sighed. "Alright, Lassie do it." He said. He turned and walked away out of sight. Lassiter walked away to give the final orders to the team, leaving Gus and I alone.
I looked at him. "Do you think he will be ok?" I asked worried. He smiled softly at me, and moved closer. He bent down, and brushed his soft plump lips across mine. I forgot were I was, and the agust of the moment. He pulled back, and ran his hands lovingly up my arms.
"He will be fine love, he just hates when Lassiter tells him what to do." Gus winked at me, and I smirked.
"I bet he wouldn't mind in some areas." I added some waggled eyebrows for effect.
He chuckled lightly. "So you really think, they have the hots for eachother." Gus asked.
I nodded. "Yep, they just haven't relised it yet. They will thought. I mean they can live off heated banter, and "Normal hate touching", as Lassiter calls it, forever. Something will give." I said.
"You know that's right." He said streching out his fist. I bumped it, and he beamed at me. I shook my head, but retured his smile. Gus and I had been dating just over six weeks now. I figured Shawn would have been upset, but to my suprise he was thrilled for us. Lassiter was a little shocked, cause he assumed I liked Shawn, but he too was happy for us.
"O-Hara were the hell is Spencer?" Lassiter shouted. I made my way over to him.
"I'm not sure, maybe he left. Why?"
Carlton opened his mouth to responed, but was cut off by a high piched scream followed by a singel gun shot. The color drained from his face.
"Shawn" He wispered. He pulled his weapon, and charged toward the house. I snatched for my gun, and ran after him. The hostage darted out the back door, holding her crying child in her arms. She hurried past me, and I didn't bother stoping her. We would deal with her later. Lassiter was already inside, so I jogged in quickly. My heart fell into my stomace, and my head was pounding. Fear of what I would see, when I turned the corner, stilled me. I took three deep breaths, and forced myself to move.
Relief hit me like a strong wave at the beach. Shawn was standing next to Lassiter, the perp however was lying dead on the floor. I flet a twinge of guilt for feeling relifed, when someone's life had just ended. However knowing that it wasn't Shawn, a face I knew, dulled it immensely.
"Thank god you're ok!" I said patting my heart with my hand, as if to reassure it. "What the hell, were you thinking Shawn? You could have been killed" I yelled cutting off, whatever stupid thing he was about to say.
Lassiter glared at him. "O Hara is right. You are not a cop Spencer. You had no right sticking your nose in this, and now a man is dead." He screamed, turning blood red.
Shawn ran a hand threw his hair, and sighed heavily. "I know, and I'm sorry. I came in the back, and got them away from him. I tried to talk him down, but he knew it was over for him. He shot himself." He said sadly.
I felt some of my anger begin to fade away, and I sighed softly. I walked over, and wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm just gald your ok." I muttered. He rubbed my back, then pulled away. "Thanks Juels" He said with a lop sided smile. I glanced at Lassiter, who still looked like he could chew the heads off nails.
"I'll go call Woody." I said leaving them alone. 'Poor Shawn' I thought before heading out the door.
Lassiter's sharp voise snaped me back in to the present, and I glared at him despite myself.
"What is you problem, O Hara?" He asked. He almost sounded suprised by my reaction.
I felt my jaw drop in shock. "My problem?...You seem to be the one with the issue here Carlton, not me." I said.
He pulled the car into my drive, and turned it off. He faced me. "What do you mean by that?" He asked softer this time. He seemed less angry than before, but still on edge.
My fury left me, as quickly as it came. I placed my hand on his arm. He glanced down at it, but said nothing.
"I saw that look on your face today, when Shawn was in trouble." I said softly, not wanting to anger him again.
He froze under my hand, and narrowed his eyes at me slightly. His mouth opened, but I cut him off.
"It's ok Carlton. I think you need to sort out your true feelings for Shawn. You can't run from them forever." I said giving his arm a tiny pat.
He stared at me for a long time. His deep blue pools rocky with emotion. "How did you know?" He whispered finally, swiping his thumb over the back of my palm. It was such a vulnerable gester, from a constantly shielded man. It made my heart ache.
"I'm a cop, we notice things, that people don't want us to notice." I said with a srug.
A ghost of a smile flashed across is sharp jaw line. "I guess I forgot what a good cop you are. I thought I was doing a pretty good job, at hiding my feelings for Spencer." He muttered, looking out the window.
I smiled softly. "So. How long have you had feeling for Shawn?" I asked trying my best to sound casual.
He sighed. "Since about a week after we met. It was just simple lust then. He was nonsensical, unreasonable, unstable! He pissed me off every time he so much as walked in the room. It was primal, easy enough to handle." He said finaly looking at me. His blue eyes held an odd mixture of annoyance, and humor.
"And then?" I asked.
He smirked at me. "And then I was infatuated with him. He was still annoying as hell, but loyal to the core. I found that out with the whole Drimmer thing. He didn't even blink, he just trusted that I hadn't done it. He wrote it off as being psychic, but I know that's a crock of shit. He believed in me, he just was willing to addmit it. Then my feeling began to grow stronger. I didn't relise how strong, until he was kidnapped. We almost lost him that day. Worst day of my life I think, and I've had some shitty ass days Juliet." He rubbed his hand over his face.
"I think that's the first time you've used my fist name." I said.
He laughed a full bodied laugh, that shook the car slightly. "Hell" He said softly. His ranting died down, and a comfortable quite drifted over us.
His random loud laughing, startled me. "What?" I asked.
He looked at me, with a smug grin. "Psychic my ass." He said.
"Uh?" I said dumbly.
"If Spencer was really psychic, don't you think he'd know I was in love with him." He said laughing again, almost child like.
A/N And that's the end of chapter one. So, do we like so far? Should I continue, or let this burn out?
