Carlton Lassiter, head detective of the Santa Barbra Police Department, flattened himself against the car so the criminal wouldn't see him. This was an extreme case to crack. The criminal had a huge bounty on his head. He poked his head out behind the car and shot at the criminal with his new Glock. He missed. "-!" Lassiter grunted to himself. "I can't believe I'm admitting this, even to my own self, but I wish Spencer was here right now." He whisered. But, he thought to himself, it seemed that he was actually taking a liking to Spencer, even though he was a fake psychic. But he couldn't just march up to Chief Vic and tell her that he was a fraud, he had to get proof. But right now wasn't the time to be thinking about that right now, because he was about to be killed because the criminal knew the case was open, and the criminal knew he was going to be found. So, the only way to give him time before another detective came out, was to kill this head detective, and cripple the police department.
Suddenly a figure in a green shirt and jeans slid through the scene, without the criminal noticing. "Sha-!" Lassiter stopped himself before he said his full name. He could get him shot, and that wouldn't be good. That idiot walking across the scene could get him shot. But another thing caught his mind-he found himself collapsing, his body going numb, and the gun in his hand being released onto the ground. "What?" He shrieked. "What the - is happening?" Lassiter cried again. "Got you detective. I don't think you'll be arresting me anytime soon. Goodbye detective." The criminal said 'matter-of-factly'. By now Shawn was galloping across the parking-lot to Lassiter's almost-lifeless body. "Lassie, oh Lassie-I-I don't know-I'm so sorry Lassie…." Shawn choked out. "I-I want to tell you something Lassiter…" He said. "That's the first time you've called me Lassiter…" Lassiter rasped. "First." Shawn put his mouth up to Lassiter's ear. "I'm not really a Psychic." Shawn whispered.
Lassiter's eyes shot open in surprise. "I-I-I knew it… you-you little…" He trailed off with a fit of coughs. "And, secondly, I-I don't know what I'll do without you, Lassie! Shawn cried."Please don't leave me!" Shawn cried again. "Oh, don't be such a big baby- you don't even like me!" Lassiter grumbled. "Goodbye, Shawn. You've been a good friend, even though I've never admitted you to be one of mine." Lassiter said. "You've helped me on my cases, and you've stayed with me even though I've always had a powerful hatred toward you. He rasped. "Goodbye, Shawn. I promise, I don't hate you anymore." Lassiter rasped."Juliet isn't even here with me. I would've preferred her, but oh well. And, tell her, that I love her." Lassiter choked out his final words. "Lassie?" Shawn cried. No response. "Oh Lassie….Goodbye to you too…" Shawn whimpered, as he cried into Detective Carlton Lassiter's lifeless body.