An: Goodness gracious! I hadn'


"It's not going to work," Gus said as they walked up the stairs to the precinct.

"If Ariel can do it, I can do it," Shawn replied, popping the last bit of pineapple in his mouth.

"You're not a sixteen year old mermaid with a great figure, Shawn. You're a thirty year old man with a pineapple obsession."

"I've heard it both ways."

Gus sighed, not even bothering with his usual response. He was damn sure Lassiter was going to get pissed and shoot Shawn. And then he'd shoot him for not convincing his best friend to not go through with this.

After they entered the Santa Barbara Police Department, Shawn pantomimed locking his lips and throwing away the key. Ha gave Gus the thumbs up signal and practically sauntered over to his favorite detective's desk. Gus, on the other hand, shoved his hands in his pocket and walked over to Juliet.

Shawn glanced over his shoulder towards Gus, glad he and Jules were talking. He thought those two were great for each other. But today was not for his best friend. Today was for him.

Lassiter didn't even bother looking up as Shawn leaned his hip against his desk.

"What do you want, Spencer?" he asked tiredly. He had gotten hardly any sleep the night before, and he didn't have the patience for the psychic's games today.

When Shawn didn't answer, Lassiter finally glanced up. He held back a groan when his tired brain registered the mischief in the psychic's hazel eyes and the faint smirk. That always meant trouble for him.

"Spencer," he said as he stood. "I'm not in the mood for your games." Lassiter picked up his mug, but Shawn put his hand on it and pushed it back down on the desk.

That was it. He was going to shoot the younger man.

Lassiter glanced around. There were too many witnesses. It would look bad on the head detective if he shot one of their consultants in front of everyone. Not the mention all the blood and brains that would spew. This was a thing best done in private.

Abandoning his quest for coffee, Lassiter grabbed Shawn's wrist and dragged him to one of the interrogation rooms. After the detective had shoved the younger man in before him and shut the door behind him, Lassiter glared at the psychic. Shawn was on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall.

And he was still smirking.

"What do you want, Spencer," he asked again through clenched teeth.

The psychic shook his head.

Lassiter closed the distance between them and braced his forearm against the wall.

"Spencer," he growled.

But all hostility vanished.

Lassiter's gaze immediately fixed on Shawn's mouth as the psychic ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. Lassiter's heart rate picked up as Shawn placed his hands low on the detective's hips.

"Spencer," he said again, his voice rough. "If this is a joke . . ."

Shawn pulled Lassiter forward, showing him just how much of a joke this wasn't.

Lassiter hesitated only a moment more before moving his free hand to the back of Shawn's neck and kissing him hard.

After he remembered they needed to breathe, Lassiter pulled back slightly and grinned.

"I love that you taste like pineapples."

Shawn's only response was to initiate another kiss.


AN: Lolz I adore The Little Mermaid. xD