A/N: Whoo... it's been a while. Sorry to take so long with this you guys! One shot ideas tend to come fast to me, but surprisingly it was hard to work out all 10 Reasons for our favorite Head Detective. Oh well. Hope you all enjoy it! In celebration of last day of finals. R&R as per always.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. 'Cept the storyline.
1). He's gotten past the point of it being his "accident."
Lassiter and Shawn have been going out for the period of two months now.
The fake psychic fully acknowledges the situation as being a relationship.
The head detective of the Santa Barbara Police Department doesn't see it as such. Every time, if someone asks about him and Shawn, he simply remarks, "It was an accident."
But today is different.
Shawn skips into the precinct, bringing the sunshine with him into the dreary building.
"Morning, Jules! Mornin' Lassiekins!" he chirps, grinning. Juliet returns his smile and waves before returning her focus to the mound of paperwork on her desk.
"Morning, Spencer," his boyfriend answers, not looking up from the files in his workspace.
"Hard case?" Shawn asks, taking a seat on the arm of Lassiter's chair.
"Mhmm. We might just have to call you in on it."
Nobody in the bull pen gives the two any notice, aside from a couple of rookies who have just recently joined the department. After a minute of bickering, one of the rookies, a young brunette, walks over.
She blushes furiously as the two stop their quiet talking.
"Hi, I'm Helen—I just started here a couple of days ago," Helen stammers.
She bites her lip nervously before going on.
"My colleague and I have been wondering… whether you two are going out or not. We don't want to get any misconceptions, you know?"
Shawn smiles winningly and is about to answer, but Lassiter beats him to the punch.
"Yeah, we're going out. We're in the second month of our relationship."
The fake psychic is caught a little off-guard, flushes a light pink, and turns to face his boyfriend. Helen smiles and walks back to her partner.
"What did you say?"
The head detective looks up into flustered green eyes.
"I said, Shawn, that we're two months into our relationship."
"Aw, Lassie, I love you too!" the fake psychic drawls, leaning over to hug the older man.
Lassiter blinks a bit in confusion as he accepts the hug. He opens his mouth to ask what triggered the public display, but runs over the last couple seconds in his mind.
We're two months into our relationship.
Oh.
A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he resumes his work, his boyfriend incessantly chattering in the background.
But both of them are thinking the same thing.
It's not a mistake anymore.