Story Notes:

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Psych...but alas I don't.

Ok this is going to be a series of little one shots based off of character's fears. They can be just trivial fears, or down right phobias that keep you awake at night.

Author's Chapter Notes:

I thought of doing this after reading the poem about two dead boys. I'm not sure what it was called but it really creeped me out. The first line of the poem is also the title of the story.

I picked Lassiter to start with because of a scene in the episode "The Devil's in the Details...and the Upstairs Bedroom", where Shawn asks Lassiter who he thinks committed the crime, because he knew it would be the opposite person.

"Lassie did you see that! He practically confessed before I even said anything." Shawn said to me. My jaw was clenched and I'm pretty sure the veins on my forehead were sticking out, all clear signs I was angry. Apparently Spencer couldn't read because here he was sitting on my desk.

"Is there a reason you're still here?" I asked him hoping he would take the hint. Today really wasn't the day I wanted to talk with him. Not that I ever really wanted to talk to him, but that was beside the point.

"Don't be a gloomy Gus Lassie; you'll put Gus of a job." He chuckled at his own joke and picked up random items on my desk. I tried to ignore him, but even when he wasn't talking he made you aware of his presence. "Hey look three whole puncher!"

"O'Hara!" I shouted for my partner as I ripped the hole puncher from his hands. If she didn't get here soon I would shoot the pseudo-psychic. Not fatally, of course, because I'm sure the department would frown on that. I heard the "click click" of my partner's shoes as she approached my desk.

"I'm sorry Carlton I turned around for a minute and he was gone."

"Just get him away from my desk." I leveled her with a glare that I knew she didn't deserve.

"Yous do know that I am sitting right here and can clearly hear you. Just because my gorgeous hair distracts you from rational thought doesn't mean it works the other way around."

"Come on Shawn." She grabbed his arm and he stood next to her. "Why don't we get some lunch? I just got the new menu for that Chinese place." The two went back to her desk idly chatting.

I tried to focus on the paper work of the case we had just finished, but I found myself unable to. It should have been an easy case: A woman was murdered in her apartment and her boyfriend was missing. It wasn't that hard to put two and two together. And that's exactly what I did. We found the boyfriend who had no alibi and the most motive to kill her, and I arrested him. That would have been the end for me. I was ready to put the case behind me and move on. But I was wrong.

The boyfriend didn't kill her, and it was Spencer who had figured it out. I let an innocent man spend three days in jail and would have let him spend the rest of his life there. That knowledge would most likely be keeping me up at night foe the next few weeks. To make matters worse, this isn't the first time this has happened. I find myself being wrong more and more often and it scares the hell out of me. When I became a police officer I vowed to protect the innocent at all costs. I would quite the force before I ever knowingly broke that vow. That's why I tried to be more accepting of Spencer, because as much as the man annoys me, he is always right. And as long as he continues to be I'll be a little less afraid.

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I'm not really sure about some of the other character's fears so if you have any ideas or requests just leave it in a review :)