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Merry Christmas everyone! This is a special Christmas present for my friend trixietru. I hope you like it.

Three Days Before Christmas

Shawn walked into the Psych office and flopped down on the couch, looking troubled. "I don't know what Lassie is getting me for Christmas."

"Still?" Gus asked in surprise. "Don't you usually have it figured out by now?"

"Yeah. I figured everyone else out already." He grinned over at Gus. "By the way, I think the blue would complement my eyes better than the green, don't you?"

Gus sighed. "How did you know?"

"You forgot to delete your history and the new password on your laptop was way too easy to figure out." Shawn made a face. "'sidandmikeshouldhavewon'? Really? Don't get me wrong, they were good but I found the homoeroticism of their act very distracting."

"Says the gay man," Gus muttered, staring irritably at his laptop screen. "I still don't see why you think they're a couple."

"Look at their act. Are you saying you would let another man grab you on the thigh like that and swing you around?" Shawn asking, raising an eyebrow. "Not to mention the move that put Sid's crotch practically in Mike's face. And that's not even bringing up the way they dress."

Gus tugged on his lavender shirt to straighten it. "Just because they know how to dress does not mean they are gay."

"What about that kiss when they won round two?" Shawn held up a hand before Gus could say anything. "Just really think about it for a minute." Gus sighed but dutifully sat there and went over the evidence. When he grimaced in realization, Shawn grinned. "See?"

"Great," Gus said, giving Shawn a dirty look. "Now I'm never going to be able to watch them dance without imagining them having sex."

Shawn held up his hands. "It's not my fault you have a filthy, dirty mind." He tilted his head. "Does that mean that when you see Lassie and me together, you picture us having sex?"

"It's 'Lassie and I'," Gus corrected, "and no, definitely not."

"Why not?" Shawn asked, curious now. "You know we're sleeping together."

"Because I don't want to end up in therapy for the rest of my life. Every time you have a vision with him I have to look away." Gus shuddered. "You two practically have sex with your clothes on."

Shawn thought about some of his more 'hands on' visions. "You may be right but it is definitely more fun with the clothes off."

Gus made a pained expression. "I really don't want to know."

Shawn grinned. It was so much fun teasing Gus. "You're loss, buddy."

"So why are you having so much trouble finding out what Lassiter is getting you?" Gus asked.

Shawn sighed. "I don't know. I've checked the house and his car already with no luck. I'm going to have to try his desk at the station next."

"Is that a good idea?" Gus asked worriedly. "I know the other officers give you a lot of slack now that you're dating Lassiter but that would still be searching through the head detective's desk without permission."

"I don't know what else to do. I've never had this much trouble figuring out what he's going to get me. He thinks he's sneaky but I know all of his tricks." He huffed and leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "Or at least I thought I did."

"Would it be so bad if you were surprised for once?" Gus asked.

"Of course it would! What if the gift is totally lame? How am I supposed to hint to him to get me something else if I don't know what he's getting me?" He sat up to look at Gus. "Remember that really horrible sweater vest you were planning to get me three years ago? I had to leave subtle hints of a more suitable gift laying around to make sure you got me something that wouldn't get me stoned by an angry fashion mob."

Gus gave him an 'are you kidding?' look. "It wasn't subtle. You left magazines placed strategy around the Psych office with a picture of the jacket circled. You also left notes in my car, home and desk at work saying 'Shawn's Best Gift Ever' you claimed were left by elves."

"They were left by elves."

Gus crossed his arms. "You sang the 12 Days of Christmas, substituting the jacket for each gift, outside my house at two in the morning."

"And you still didn't get it for me," Shawn said with a sigh.

"It cost $1200, of course I didn't get it for you." Gus glanced at him, then closed his laptop and regarded him seriously. "Speaking of gifts, are you still planning to give Lassie the you-know-what?"

Shawn rolled his eyes. "It's just the two of us, Gus. We both know what I'm getting him."

"He could have bugged the office." Gus sighed when he saw the thoughtful look on Shawn's face. "You're going to bug the office next year, aren't you?"

"I don't know why I haven't thought of it before," Shawn said. "Thanks man."

"Even if he isn't listening, someone else could hear and you said you wanted to keep this a secret," Gus said. He frowned at Shawn and lowered his voice. "Are you sure about going through with this? It's a big commitment."

"I'm sure Gus," Shawn said confidently. "Lassie and I are ready for this."

"You'd better be right," Gus warned. "It's not like it's the type of gift you can easily return."

"Trust me, Gus, Carlton is going to love it," Shawn assured him.

"You know, I'm proud of you, Shawn," Gus said. "You have finally started to grow up."

Shawn shuddered. "Take that back. I am not grown up. Banana, fart, goober booger brains. There, would a grown up say that?"

Gus rolled his eyes. "Fine, you're a five year old. Happy now?"

"Yes." He flopped back on the couch. "You're still going to help me, right?"

Gus sighed patiently. "You're on your own figuring out what Lassiter is getting you but I'll still help with your surprise."

"Good. I couldn't do it without you." He held out his fist and waggled it in Gus' direction.

Gus eyed his hand with exasperation. "How am I supposed to reach you from across the room?"

"Get up and come over here."

"You get up and come over here."

"Gus," Shawn whined, waving his fist.

Gus sighed, got up, and walked over to bump his fist against Shawn's.

Shawn grabbed his hand before he could walk away. "I mean it, Gus. Thanks."

"Just remember this when I need help with something for Juliet." He pulled Shawn up off the couch. "Come on, let's grab some lunch."

"Jerk chicken?"

"You know that's right."

Next chapter should be up soon.