Hey! So, this is story 2 in the "Just Give Me a Reason, Lassie" series. (Sorry, I'm bad at naming stuff). It's not a sequel since it runs alongside (and then some) of the other story, but you should read "We're Not Broken, Just Bent" first.

Like I said, READ THE FIRST STORY BEFORE THIS ONE!

Right, so. This story is Shassie Mpreg. Yay! I think Mpreg is an interesting genre(?) but everyone picks Shawn as being pregnant, so this story is about Lassie being pregnant. I'm going to have fun putting the uptight detective through all the lovely symptoms and perks of being pregnant (hehehe). This is currently a work in progress, but since I have a basic idea of timeline from the first story, it should go along rather quickly, assuming I have time to type and post. I usually post twice a week, but I'm currently trying out a nanny job so I don't know my hours yet or if I'll have to find a different job (like today they didn't need me).

I bumped the rating because mood swings make pregnant Lassie cuss a lot more...

DISCLAIMERS:I'm not associated with Psych or P!nk in anyway. This story is for fun and a challenge for me. I'm not an expert in anything, haven't even been pregnant. But I do a lot of internet research and use common sense. I don't appreciate trolls and will delete/ignore hurtful comments. I try to respond to every review, at least every new reviewer.

As a reminder, because it's been awhile, here are the important "dates": This chapter starts on a Friday, I'm going to say the very end of February. Shawn's birthday is mid to late February, Lassie's birthday is late-March. Shassie's anniversary is New Year's Day. When I do big time jumps, I'll try to remember to give an approximate time frame, at least pick a month. I realized that I messed up a little on the timing of things in the last story, but nobody commented on them...

Alright, enough rambling.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

"MCNAB!" Carlton shouted as he entered the bullpen.

"Yes, sir." Buzz replied as he quickly joined him.

"Where are Spencer and Guster?"

"Oh, um. I think I saw them go into the conference room."

Carlton snorted as he sat at his desk. "Tell them to get their lazy asses out here right now! Someone just called in a tip about the robbery case."

"Yes sir!" Buzz jogged over to the conference room as they heard muffled voices coming from inside.

As Buzz opened the door, they heard Shawn yell, "Dammit, Gus! I'm not a real psychic! Give me a break!"

The whole station seemed to freeze at that unintended proclamation. Shawn was pale as he slowly looked around the bullpen, eyes settling on Carlton.

"Shawn?" Buzz whispered after a minute. "Is it true?"

Shawn looked at Buzz for a second before he bolted from the room and out the station, every eye on him.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE! Back to work!" Karen's voice seemed to break the spell and everyone immediately rushed about, although they all were whispering about what just happened.

Gus tried to fast walk to the door but Carlton managed to grab his arm. "What the hell happened?!" Carlton whispered.

Gus yanked his arm away and shot daggers at him. "Does it matter right now?! We'll be lucky if he doesn't run tonight."

"He better not," Karen said as she joined them. "Or else things will just get worse."

Gus swallowed nervously as he nodded before jogging out the station.

"My office in 5 minutes, Lassiter. And find O'Hara." Karen said as she pulled a dejected Buzz into her office.

Carlton nodded as he made his way downstairs to where he last saw Juliet. He tried to think of a nice way to tell Juliet what happened but he was having trouble comprehending it himself. Carlton saw Juliet coming out of Records and quickly caught up with her. "O'Hara!"

Juliet frowned at him. "Carlton, what's wrong?"

"There's been a, well, a situation."

"What type of situation?"

"We're needed in the Chief's office."

"What happened? *gasp* Did someone die?"

Carlton shook his head as he gently led her up the stairs. "No, but I might shoot him."

"Shoot who?"

"I'll tell you in a minute." Carlton said as they went up the steps. Everyone was gathering in groups, whispering about what happened. "HEY! You're not getting paid to gossip! Go catch some criminals!" Carlton shouted as they approached the chief's door.

The door opened and Buzz walked out, looking utterly depressed, a mood Carlton had never seen on the usually upbeat officer.

"Buzz? Are you okay?" Juliet asked as she rubbed his arm.

"Ye-yeah, I'll be fine." He looked at Juliet with sad eyes. "I'm gonna head home now."

"Okay, take it easy." She said as they watched Buzz slowly walk out the doors, not even stopping at his desk for his coat. "Carlton! What happened?!" Juliet demanded.

Carlton sighed as he ushered Juliet into the Chief's office and shut the door.

Juliet turned to Karen. "Chief! What's going on? What happened?"

Karen glared at Carlton. "You didn't tell her?!"

"I wasn't sure how." Carlton coughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I couldn't figure out a … delicate way to put it."

"Delicate?" Juliet questioned as she glanced at Carlton. "I'm not a damn flower, Carlton! Something happened in the 20 minutes I was downstairs, the whole department seems to know except me!"

Karen sighed as she leaned against the front of her desk. "Have a seat, O'Hara."

"I'd prefer to stand." Juliet replied.

"Juliet, please!" Carlton said gently.

Juliet looked at Carlton worriedly as she slowly walked over and sat in a chair. "Are you sure no one died?"

Karen cleared her throat. "About 10 minutes ago, Detective Lassiter asked Officer McNab to retrieve Mr Spencer and Mr Guster from the conference room. We assume that they were … discussing the case because when McNab opened the door, Mr Spencer was heard exclaiming that he was not a real psychic."

Juliet gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh My God! It, it must have been a mistake! Buzz must have misheard him!"

"Over 20 officers heard Spencer." Carlton said, balling his fists. "Realizing his mistake, Spencer then ran out of the station. Idiot."

Karen shot him a glare. "I think it goes without saying, but we need to keep a lid on this. No one says a word to anyone! If the press of DA's office gets wind of this, it will be all of our asses on the line."

"W-what about Shawn?" Juliet asked hesitantly.

"The idiot belongs in jail." Carlton mumbled.

"Detective! I would advise you to keep your comments to yourself before you end up in trouble as well."

Carlton nodded as he crossed his arms.

Satisfied that Carlton would not say another word, Karen continued. "Mr Spencer will receive a punishment that will fit his crime. Now, I need you to get back to work, see where that tip leads you. You no longer have Mr Spencer around to help you."

The tip that was called in turned out to be real and they managed to not only catch the criminals, but also recover most of the stolen goods. Carlton spent the rest of the afternoon and evening interrogating the suspects and filling out paperwork. He would have stayed at the station all night, but the night shift was ordered by the chief to kick him out by 10pm.

Carlton yawned as he got out of his car and made his way to the front door. He paused when he noticed the figure asleep on his porch. Shawn still looked pale and extremely tired. Carlton was half tempted to just leave him there since Shawn had a key, but figured he might as well get this over with now so he could go to sleep in peace.

With a sigh, Carlton nudged Shawn with his foot. "Wake up, stupid."

Shawn groaned as he yawned and stretched. "Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?"

"It is when he makes an idiotic mistake." Carlton replied as he unlocked the door.

"Please don't yell at me!" Shawn whined. "I've already had Gus and my dad yell at me about what happened today! Can't you just pretend that you're not a cop and that nothing happened? I just need some TLC from my BF."

Carlton turned around and blocked the door from Shawn. "I don't know what makes me more angry: That you never trusted me enough to tell me the truth or that you were stupid enough to say that to Guster inside the police station."

"Lassie! I'm sorry!"

"Save it! You better leave before I shoot you!" Carlton growled before he slammed the door in Shawn's face. Carlton stood at the door and waited until he heard Shawn's motorcycle drive away before finally making his way to the kitchen.

Carlton knew he should eat since he did not have dinner, but his stomach had been bothering him all day. Instead, he decided that he would just get drunk and try to forget about today. He had the weekend off so would not have to worry about being hung-over at work unless he gets called in. He grabbed a couple of beers and plopped on the couch. There was a John Wayne marathon on TV all weekend, which would definitely distract him from the fake psychic.