Shawn was just sitting arround the office, bored. He was waiting for Jules to show up with lunch and Gus was off doing "Gus stuff." Shawn vagely remembered that Gus had another job. His dad wasn't even arround. This wasn't a big deal but Shawn was bored, so he decided to do what always made him smile inside, bother Lassi. Shawn picked up the phone and dialed Detective Lassiter. It rang twice before he got a gruff answer of "What now? I'm in a hurry."
"Why the rush? Is there a case? Do you need my stunning good looks and psychic expertise?" Shawn asked seeing this as a perfect distraction.
"No! I don't need your help, and this isn't a case. Now what do you want Spencer? I have a plane to catch." Lassi said while trying to pack a bag. 'Stupid idiot brother and his damn genetic gambling problems. Why am i the only one in the Ferdarin line to not be a crook and a gambler'
"Oh? And where are we going?" Shawn asked. Yes, he was that desprate.
"We? Nowhere. I am going to Lake Erie to see my brother,who is distrought over loosing a basketball game. Now leave me alone. Go bother Jules." He hung up and turned off his phone.
After 37 attempts to get Lassi back on the phone shawn gave up and just sat back and waited for lunch. Ten minutes later Jules came in with deli sandwitches, chips and a pineapple. "So whats going on with Lassi? And since when does he have a brother?"
"He's always had a brother They're twins - identical twins. He's some irish dancer; the Saint of the Step or some such nonsence. They aren't on talking terms most of the time. I guess he has a record and Carolton doesn't want his brother ruining what he has on the force." Jules explained as she separated the sandwitches, chips and sliced the pineapple. "So why is his brother so distraught about loosing a basketball game?" Shawn asked, no longer bored in the slightest.
"You know, Shawn,I have no idea." Jules said and handed him a plate.
"Huh, that's odd. Oh well!" And with that Shawn let the matter drop, after all Jules was here and there was food to be eaten.
"Why the rush? Is there a case? Do you need my stunning good looks and psychic expertise?" Shawn asked seeing this as a perfect distraction.
"No! I don't need your help, and this isn't a case. Now what do you want Spencer? I have a plane to catch." Lassi said while trying to pack a bag. 'Stupid idiot brother and his damn genetic gambling problems. Why am i the only one in the Ferdarin line to not be a crook and a gambler'
"Oh? And where are we going?" Shawn asked. Yes, he was that desprate.
"We? Nowhere. I am going to Lake Erie to see my brother,who is distrought over loosing a basketball game. Now leave me alone. Go bother Jules." He hung up and turned off his phone.
After 37 attempts to get Lassi back on the phone shawn gave up and just sat back and waited for lunch. Ten minutes later Jules came in with deli sandwitches, chips and a pineapple. "So whats going on with Lassi? And since when does he have a brother?"
"He's always had a brother They're twins - identical twins. He's some irish dancer; the Saint of the Step or some such nonsence. They aren't on talking terms most of the time. I guess he has a record and Carolton doesn't want his brother ruining what he has on the force." Jules explained as she separated the sandwitches, chips and sliced the pineapple. "So why is his brother so distraught about loosing a basketball game?" Shawn asked, no longer bored in the slightest.
"You know, Shawn,I have no idea." Jules said and handed him a plate.
"Huh, that's odd. Oh well!" And with that Shawn let the matter drop, after all Jules was here and there was food to be eaten.
"Seamus, you are the bigges idiot I know." Carolton Lassiter said to his twin brother, who was sitting in the water of the lake, up to his chest.
"Shut up!"
A/N hey just a cute little one shot. the plot bunny bit me and if it bites again i may add more. dedicated to my new boyfriend and my new best friend who so beta'd this for me.