I know it's late for Christmas, but I wanted to try and get it up for New years!
A little green plant, it caused so much god damn trouble around this time of year. Especially in the police department, dating was of course prohibited between co-workers, but a little holiday kiss was not. However when that little kiss turned into locking the supply closet or barricading a bathroom door just to have some 'alone time' that was the trouble.
Carlton of course did what ever he could to avoid that stupid mistletoe, he hated this part of the holiday. Along with the lonely nights, the pranksters out for the night, the drunken drivers, the robbery's and of course the fact that people still thought it was funny to give him Snow globes as gifts. He could fairly blame that part of the holidays on Shawn Spencer.
To avoid the mistletoe he'd do anything short of taking his gun and shooting himself whenever he as within 3 feet of it. He'd duck away, he'd hide behind desks, and when no one was looking he'd grab the damn thing and yank it down, only to be replaced by another even brighter bigger one within 10 minutes. Who was to blame for the holiday tradition infecting the station?
Well who was it that liked to see Lassiter squirm, who was it that liked to him turn red with fury and mock him on a regular basis. The same person who was so touchy feely with him, and pretended to flirt endlessly just to see him roll his eyes and walk away with a fume. The same person who practically danced in, stopped in the middle of the hallway, and secured the damn mistletoe every single year.
Speaking of the devil, Shawn skipped his way through the doors, stopped just below the mistletoe he'd already hung, just to check that it was still there. Than he looked around catching Lassiter's eye for a moment, than with a smirk grabbed the nearest female officer in the building, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He'd leave with a grin, and the officer would stare after dazed, just like every year.
Shawn strolled over to Lassiter's desk with a smile and plant himself on top of the wooden table covered in paper work. "Good Morning Lassie, and who have you kissed today?" he was basically singing out every word he said, just because he knew it would annoy the detective to no end. Carlton did what he did every year, rolled his eyes, grumbled a rude comment and pushed the 'psychic' off his desk. His own little holiday tradition.
"Come on Lassie, it's Christmas eve and you still haven't kissed anyone? You're totally ruining the point of my mistletoe tradition." He let out in a bit of a whine, but it was more of disappointment, and maybe even worry? Worry for the detective spending another Christmas alone. When Carlton didn't reply, Shawn continued on with why he'd come in today.
He had settled behind his back, in one hand a box wrapped in shinny red paper, topped off with a green bow, and a cute pineapple shaped name tag on the top. "I have a present for you Carly-O" he presented the brightly wrapped box toward the detective. He didn't even look up before giving a harsh comment. "I don't want another stupid Snow globe Spencer."
A chuckle came from the pineapple loving psychic, and he set the box down on top the desk he was sitting, right in the detectives view. "Does this box look like a snow globe could fit in it?" He questioned pushing it closer with a single finger. However this merely annoyed the older man further, he had a lot of paper work to catch up on, and didn't so much as feel like dealing with this bull crap today.
Before another word could be uttered, someone's hand wrapped around Shawn's forearm and yanked him off the desk. He turned around to face Juliet who had a look of concern on her face. "Maybe you should lay off Carlton today, he'd not in the best mood." Despite the fact that she was whispering, Carlton still over heard her, and a smile made it's way to his face, he could always count on his partner.
"Don't worry Jules, I'm positive that if he opens it he'll love it!" he whispered in response, than he leaned in, and as quietly as he could, because he knew Lassie could still hear them, told her what the gift was. Her face broke out into a wide grin and she looked back at Lassiter, he was trying not to look at them, but even he was curious. She didn't say anything, she just walked away with a grin, trying not to giggle.
"Mr. Spencer, can I see you please?" Chief Vick called from her office door, Shawn nodded his head and turned toward her office, but not before looking back at Lassie who was watching him now, and gave him a small wink before disappearing into the Chief's office. Carlton looked down at the paper, what the hell was in here that could make his partner smile like that.
-11:54 pm Carlton was actually spending his Christmas at the Station, well actually he was just about to leave, so he'd be spending the first few minutes in a car, than the rest of the day drinking till he was sick. He pushed his gun into the holster around his shoulder and looked over it. He desperately needed a new one, this one was worn out and barely able to be in use.
He looked around the nearly empty station, only a few officers had to work on Christmas, and he would have taken a place for anyone of them, it beat sitting at home drinking himself silly. Those officers had families to get home to. He'd worked Christmas 3 years in a row, and Chief Vick finally forced him to take this one off.
Even his partner went home hours ago, and he'd better get going, because if Chief caught him in here at this hour she'd through a fit. He gathered his papers and suit jacket, pulling it over his arms, when something caught his eye. The red shiny paper from the gift Spencer had gotten him, it had been stuffed under files and his jacket all day.
He picked up the package, it really was too small to be a snow globe. He couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him. In a swift single motion the paper and green ribbon were gone from the present, and there in his hands was a single brown package. No labels or anything was on the cardboard, just a thin layer of tape.
He set the box on the table and torn off the tape with a pair of scissors. He was hesitant to look inside but once he did his face lit up, and he actually had to think for a moment if this was really from Spencer. A leather shoulder holster, the gun slots on both the left and the right, and a pouch next to the right gun slot. He flipped it over in his hands, something was on the shoulder. Right there in black was 'Carlton' in a simple and bold print.
Carlton tried not to smile at it, did Shawn really pick this out or did he fall asleep at his desk or something. He checked his watch 11:58 someone was bound to tell chief that he was still here. Without a second thought he picked up the holster and held it cautiously in his hand before making his way to the door. Completely forgetting about cleaning up the paper and box from his desk.
"I'm glad you like it." a voice from behind him stopped him dead in his tracks, in the middle of the hall way. He was dreaming, because he saw the owner of that voice walk out the station at 3 that afternoon. And he never walked back in. he had to check his suspicions, he turned around and there in a simple green shirt and Santa hat was Shawn Spencer, grinning goofily.
The psychic approached him and smiled wider when he saw the detective holding the gun holster carefully in his hands. "Err, Thanks Spen- Shawn. Thank you." he stuttered a little, and he knew a slight blush was creeping on his face. "No problem Carlton." he gave another wink than his smile grew 4 times as wide when his eyes went up.
Carlton froze and realized where he was standing, he tilted his head up ever so lightly and looked up. There above the both of them was that stupid green mistletoe he always tried to avoid. He looked back at Shawn who was raising an eye at him, making Carlton blush harder. He wouldn't…
Oh but he would! Shawn grabbed the back of Lassie's neck and pulled him down, smashing their lips together with all his might. Carlton was frozen in place, unsure of what to do, not even sure if this was really happening. Another arm came around, wrapping completely around Lassiter's neck, and he couldn't help but feel… happy?
Just as he started to kiss back, Shawn pulled away and rested his forehead against Carlton's. "Merry Christmas Carlton." he whispered sweetly, his breath smelling of pineapple and cinnamon. He took a quick glance at the clock out of the corner of his eye, 12:00 am Christmas morning. Un- freaking- believable, did he happen to have this planned out or something.
Carlton's eyes fluttered closed as he felt the psychic lean into him once more, but last minute turned himself to give a quick kiss to Lassiter's cheek. He pulled away and released the dumb struck Irishman from his grip. With a cautious eye, Lassie watched him as he winked turned away and walked right out the door of the station without another word. It left Carlton thinking to himself, 'What just happened?"