A/N: Hey guys i'm back! I'm so sorry I have been battling with writers block and it was not kind to me. I lost muse for all my old stuff. Hopefully I'll be able to return to them but for now enjoy this.. This is Shassie Slashie. I'm in love with the pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, Steve Franks does.
Warnings: M/M pairing. language. implied sex.
Covering the body with a sheet, Detective Lassiter sighed as he walked over to ask her what she remembered after seeing her father get shot. He never liked notifications or having to talk to the family. Despite the vibe of being cold and uncaring, the head detective of the Santa Barbra police department hated seeing the broken looks all over their faces. He hated to see them cry. He turned to the girl, ignoring the faux Psychic behind him, trying to get information.
"Why didn't he just give them the watch." The girl cried as Lassiter approached. He tilted his head at her confused at what she meant. He didn't have to ask though as the girl just continued. "They came up, demanding that he give them his watch. It's and old beat up thing, not even worth 50 dollars." She shook her head. "But he wouldn't give it to them. So they shot him." Shawn Spencer listened from a distance.
"You said that he wouldn't give them the watch." He said cutting in, earning himself a glare from Lassie, who was about to ask if she recognized the guys or if she remembered what they look like and could give him a description. "Is there any reason why?" The girl shook her head.
"Not that I know of. It wasn't really an heirloom." She said. Shawn turned his head and looked at the body, covered, execpt for his right arm. It lay outstretched, a watch still on it. Shawn squinted and noticed that the backing was loose from the face. He auidble gasped and raised his finger to his temple, cutting Lassie off and earning himself another glare. He turned to the head detective and gave him his childish grin.
"I am sensing there is something in the watch!" Shawn exclaimed. "May I please see this watch?" He asked. Lassie glared, but he had seen the watch himself and nothing looked out of place. So he decided to let the Psychic fall on his ass and make a fool of himself.
"Alright spencer." He said with attitude. "As long as you wear gloves, you can look at it." Handing the Psychic gloves, the Detective pulls the watch off and handed it to the Psychic. Shawn then held the watch to his ear and listened to it, nodding in rhythym to the ticking. He turned to the girl.
"Would you mid terribly if I took the back off this?" He asked. "The spirits are telling me that there's something inside this watch." The girl opened her mouth to speak but the confused expression on her face told the Psychic all he needed to know. "I'm the Psychic detecive here." She didn't seem like she believed him but nontheless, shrugged and nodded. Taking out the swiss army knife he caried in his back pocket, Shawn took out the flat head part and gently pried off the back, showing the inards of the gadget in his hands. Examining it carefully, he could see a small, minute piece of paper rolled up and tucked into the inner gears of the watch. Smiling, Shawn Spencer changed the tool to the tweezers and gently pulled the paper out. He unfolded the paper, careful not to rip it and read the numbers.
"Spencer, what the hell are you doing?!" Lassiter hissed in his ear, and Shawn just gave him a side smirk. Lassiter hated that smirk. That means that The 'Psychic' was somehow going to devine something and show him up. It wasn't about the 'glory' as some people called it. It was about the fact he made a mockery of police work.
"I'm going where the spirits lead me." Shawn smirked. "I am sensing he has a secret. Probably an old gang related secret And hid it in his safe. This is the code to get in it." He handed Lassie the paper with four digits scrawled on it. Lassie took the paper in a huff, yet inspite of himself, he followed his advice.
**IKYK**IKYK**IKYK**
Lassiter slammed his drink down on the bar. Shawn had been righ. The father had gang related information and that's why he had been killed. They traced the gun to a gang newbie who cracked easily. That fucking 'Psychic'. How the fuck does he do that? Lassiter was pulled out his thoughts as someone sat next to him. He knew exactly who it was, due to the overpowering smell of pineapples.
"Hey there Lassi-frass!" Shawn said happily to Lassie, who just glared at the younger man. "I saw you all alone so I decided that you needed some company and I decided to come give you company." Lassiter rolled his eyes.
"Of course, yep," He nodded, exhaling loudly, throwing his hands in the air, "The perfect cherry on my shit sundae of a week." He turned back to his drink, ignoring the look on the psychic's face.
"Well Lassieface if that's really how you feel-" Shawn said putting his hand on Lassiter's, who just looked down at their hands with a look of disgust, diguising how he really felt. "Though the spirits are sensing alot of stress.
"I am Stressed." Lassiter answered stalely.
"And why is that? We caught the bad guy!" Shawn said jubently.
"My stress is often caused by stupid people, the popularity of reality television, and my inability to establish a stable and long lasting relationship with another human being." Lassiter said bitterly. "But mostly it is caused by your exsistance and inssistant need to meddle into actual police work." Shawn was quiet for a few moments.
"I think you need to spend time with people outside of work and the bar." Shawn said. "So. Why don't you stop by my place one day and we can watch movies and stuff." Lassiter looked at Shawn, trying to see if he was serious in it. There was something other than the childish humor that was ever-present in the psychics eyes. There was hope. and something else Lassiter couldn't exactly tell. So he simply responded by rolling his eyes.
"In your dreams Spencer. I would never actually go to your place and 'watch movies and stuff'." Lassiter said and had to look away quickly from the dissapointment actually in his eyes. Shawn nodded.
"Alright Lassie." Shawn said patting his hand, stirring a feeling inside the detective that confused him. "But the offer is still open at any time you want. You know where I live. Or if you don't Jules does. Or ask Gus." And with that, Shawn left.
Lassiter cursed to himself and downed another two drinks before getting up and going home. As he walked inside, he immediately realized that it had never been so cold and so empty in the house before. Silently he changed into his pajamas and slipped into his bed. Ever since shawn was kidnapped, his feelings for the psychic were mixed. He still detested that man, but when he was kidnapped, it tapped another feeling in him, one that hadn't been touched since he had been with his wife. He knew he cared for the other, spending the few years he hd forced to work with him, it was bound to happen. But there was something more, other than the generic feelings of worry for a fellow co-worker. He started to wonder how his life would be without the psychic. He knew he didn't want to go back to the mundane life he had before. The Psychic gave him something different in his life, whether he was fake or real. Lassiter was always so straight forward and Shawn was so crazy. Inspite of himself, Lassiter found himself getting up and changing and heading out the door. His brain didn't fully register where he was going but he knew. Before his brain caught up with itsself, he was knocking on the Psychic's door. He went to turn around but Shawn opened the door.
"Lassie-Face!" Shawn said way to excitedly for 2 in the morning. "What a pleasant surprise! Come on in!" He stepped to the side and let Lassie come in. "What brings you here?" Lassiter's brain had certainly not gotten this far in his plan and he simply shrugged. Shawn gave a nod and gestured to the sofa. "Wants some water?" Lassiter nodded and sat down as his brain was registering that Shawn lived in the old Fluff 'n Fold. Shawn came back with a glass and handed it to him. "Here. Whatcha thinking about Lassiepants?"
"Oh, nothing..." He said, though it was obvious he was thinking of everything. Shawn didn't believe him, obviously and scooted closer to Lassiter, trying to gage what the older man was thinknig... or feeling. "I.. I don't even know what I'm actually doing here Spencer." lassiter said abruptly standing up and putting the glass of water down. "I should go." And he made a move towards the door. Though Shawn was sure there was something else. The psychic firmly believed he had no chance with the Detective in any universe, which is why he really had nothing to lose when h stepped forward and kissed him. Lassiter was taken aback by the kiss, as it was, in all honesty, nothing like how he thought kissing Shawn would be. It was sweet and light and a little be nervous, unlike the crazy, in your face, confident way the Psychic portrayed himself. After a moments hesitation, Lassiter kissed him back, placing a hand on the back of his neck. The two battled for dominance of the kiss, pawing at eachother suddenly. The need for more growing as the urges the two had kept bottled up for so long had finally been shaken and opened.
"See I knew you always liked me. This.. has totallt been building for some time." Shawn panted as the two seperated for air. Lassiter just rolled his eyes.
"Shut up Spencer." He growled attaching himself back to the faux psychic's lips. Slowly Shawn backed them into the bedroom. It's funny how things turn out, he thought to himself as we both got naked.
A/N: So There's this. I could add a smut chapter next. i don't want to do alot of multi-chapter stuff seeing as that's my downfall, though I might add a couple to this depending on the love. I might try to do one but we'll see. I also got really heavily into a rp on tumplr so I try to be active on that and keep writing. Also another thing, I have some song fics but I have an OC I have, She was in 3 AM, Talia Spencer, Shawn's sister. I love her alot and I want to use her more, but slightly changing her. I'm thinking of some song fics for Shassie as well, then maybe some for Shules.
Sorry, I just had alot in my head. Opinions are welcome, on anything I said and the story of course. I'm just coming back from after what? Like a year or so? So I'm a little rusty.
Loves to all LMRA