Carlton Lassiter was having a bad day. It had started when he overslept. He couldn't figure out how he had managed to sleep through his alarm clock until he realized his alarm clock was nowhere to be found.

He had inkling this was Shawn Spencer's work.

The inkling grew stronger when he arrived to work to find that his favorite coffee machine was broken. Not only did he not get his coffee, he also had to listen to a half hour of Spencer telling him it was his lucky day, he didn't need coffee today anyway since he had overslept.

The whole thing was planned. If a murderer didn't put a bullet in Spencer one of these days, he would.

The rest of the day was spent working on cases that had yet to be solved and that probably wouldn't be solved, and it was all topped off with a drive home that ended with his car breaking down halfway there.

Now, in a very bad mood, he was trying to find help in a local park. He had already scared off a group of children, which only succeeded in darkening his mood even more. Now there were a couple of moms he was going to have to explain himself to.

He quickened his pace and wandered farther into the park.

Halfway through the park, as he was actually starting to calm down, he heard a loud noise that sounded, strangely enough, like gunshots.

And then he realized they were gunshots.

Instantly alert, he grabbed for the guns on his holster and spun around.

He stopped.

Nothing.

No screaming. No more shots.

In fact, the only thing he did hear was a woman's voice.

"No! Bad dog! You pee on the grass, not the sidewalk."

Lassiter's eyes fell on a blonde woman walking a small dog halfway down the path he was currently following. She was storing a gun back in its holster.

His mouth dropped open.

And he found himself walking towards her.

"Excuse me," he said as he approached her.

She looked up. "Yes?"

"Were you the one that just fired those shots?"

"Well…yes."

"And am I right in assuming you used those shots to potty train your dog?"

She looked down. "I…I cannot deny it."

And then, a peculiar thing happened. Lassiter became speechless. He looked away.

The woman looked at him curiously. "Sir?"

But all he could do was look back up at her. He had quite forgotten his bad day. And admittedly, Carlton Lassiter didn't know a whole lot about love. But if he had to guess, he would say it felt something like this.

*sigh* it's a match made in gun-ho heaven.

Seriously. I would ship this. If I wasn't such a big Royai fan.

This is in no way to be taken seriously, folks. xD