Lassiter's week was starting out horribly. Not only was there a bunch of paperwork from a high profile case that just finished that the Chief was giving him hell about finishing, but he got nowhere on the case which meant Lassiter had needed Shawn's help. And even worse than that, he had wanted Shawn's help because that meant he got to see Shawn more often. The fact that Lassiter wanted to spend time with Shawn worried him to death. 'Why do I have to be attracted to that crazed lunatic.' he wondered as he set his elbows on his desk and put his head in his hands. He glanced up to see Shawn and Gus talking to Buzz and one of the other cops and Lassiter's eyes settled on Shawn's ass while his mouth formed a sly smirk. Lassiter realized what he was doing and slammed his head back into his hands. He started thinking back to when this all started.
Lassiter first really remembered noticing Shawn as more than a major annoyance during the bank robbery when he was so worried about Gus and Lassiter still can't figure out why he let Shawn talk him into helping him when protocol was strictly against it. The next big thing that Lassiter remembered is when Shawn helped proved Lassiter's innocence. Not once did Shawn believe he was guilty, not even with all the damning evidence, which meant a lot to Lassiter. The last big moment that Lassiter observed was at the end of the Mr. Yang case. He noticed how hard he was taking the whole mess and Lassiter caught a glimpse of another layer of Shawn that made him realize that there was more to Shawn than just an extremely outgoing high maintenance guy.
"Hey Lassie!" Shawn yelled out as he and Gus wandered over to Lassiter's desk. Lassiter groaned, he really did not need this today.
"Aww is Lassie having a bad day? That's so sad." Shawn was using a baby voice, mocking him.
"Shawn unless you have information on this case coming from the mystical place you call your brain, that I don't believe exists, please leave and let us do our jobs."
"Wow Lassie that was brutal, you must really be jealous of our mad skills that gave you the lead you've needed. You almost remind me of, oh I don't know maybe every jealous girl in every high school movie ever made," Shawn said with a grin, "but your right we should go can't do all your work for you, because how would you ever learn." And with that he and Gus turned and walked away, sharing a quick fist pump as they went.
Lassiter sighed. This was hell for him, not being able to solve the case on his own and wanting someone he couldn't have were two things he couldn't stand. He quickly glanced back up to see the two Psych detectives had stopped to speak to Juliet, which made Lassiter cringe. Their constant flirting was a relentless reminder that he had no hope of succeeding with Shawn. He grabbed his stapler to attach the first set of paper work so the Chief would get off his back. 'Damn-it' he thought when the stapler wouldn't work. He jumped up and almost ran to the supply closet. He opened the door and grabbed the box of staples and knocked off some of the papers next to it in the process. When he bent over to grab them he noticed something odd, behind him staring at his ass was the psychic detective himself.