Some things Lassiter didn't know about Spencer
April 12, 2010
*These were just some things that popped into my head at two in the morning. I also wrote 'em on my phone so please excuse the crappiness. Constructive criticism is accepted.*

Shawn Can Mend Clothes
Needless to say, head detective Carlton Lassiter was a sharp dressed man. Every morning he was clean shaven, his shoes were polished to a shine, and there wasn't even so much as a single hair out of place. So whenever his clothes got the occasional tear or rip from tackling a bad guy or simply from aging, he would toss it aside and enjoy buying another one. Victoria was never one to mend anything and would dismiss the very idea of it quickly. Though he couldn't deny the fact that there were times where didn't want to throw his clothes out just because it had a hole in it.

Especially in this case.

Lassiter looked sullenly at the ripped tie in his hands. He really liked that tie, it complimented his eyes, or at least that was what he was told. He should've done this last night but a certain distraction rose and prevented him from getting ANYTHING done. He ran his thumb across the silky texture and felt someone press their body against his back. They were so close he felt the other rise, standing in their toes and wrapping their arms around him in an affectionate manner. Speaking of the distraction...

"What-cha got there Lassie-face?"

Carlton sighed and kept looking at the huge rip across the seam. "It's nothing."

"Are you sure? 'Cause the way you're looking at that thing makes me think you're going to go down on one knee and say it's your everything."

Carlton looked over his shoulder and towards the shorter man. "I'd never leave you for a tie." Shawn laughed a bit at the serious tone Lassiter had and dropped to be flat-footed. Carlton turned to face him, but continued to stare at his tie. Shawn tilted his head to the side, a little confused at Lassiter's mini-depression and he let his hands stop at the detective's sides in a loose hug.

"Was it a gift?" Hopefully not from a rat face, bossy, shrew-of-a-woman ex.

"No... I-just bought it on the day I graduated from the academy... I just liked the color and decided to get it."

"Oh."

"It got caught on a filing cabinet a yesterday and when I closed it..."

Shawn connected the dots and made a face. "That sucks..." He noticed the rip last night, when he was of course tearing it off of Lassiter along with every other article of clothing the man had on, but wasn't sure on what Lassiter was planning on doing with it.

Lassiter looked at his tie again and sighed. "Yeah, well... what can you do?" Before Shawn could answer Lassiter opened the trash bin's lid, threw the tie in, and promptly closed it.

"Dude! Why'd you do that?" Shawn said looking at the closed lid and back to his boyfriend.

"It was just a tie, Shawn."

"Yeah but-"

Carlton held up his hand in a half-hearted 'its the end of this conversation' way. "It's fine. I'll just buy another one tomorrow." He leaned in and gave Shawn a kiss on the forehead before dashing out of his grip. "I'm going to work-"

"Well I can see THAT." Shawn mumbled under his breath.

"I'll be back around six thirty." Carlton got everything that he needed for the day and stopped to give Shawn another kiss. Such a romantic. "See you then."

Shawn smiled and waved him goodbye, though it was rather pointless since Carlton didn't even look back once on his way out. Forget the romantic idea. Shawn sighed looked at the evil trash bin and back at the door where Carlton had just stood moments before. He huffed for a moment, noticing how quiet the place had gotten without his beloved detective and dived towards the trash bin and prying the lid open.

-Slashy Shassie-

Carlton sighed loudly, forcing his muscles to relax as he leaned against his front door. It had been a slow day, filled with hardly anything other than paperwork and your generic purse snatcher. He pushed off the door and headed towards the kitchen, hearing the radio on and feet shuffling.

"Shawn?"

"Carly! You're just in time! I hope Thai is ok for dinner."

Carlton just smiled and shrugged his jacket off to roll his sleeves up. Thai was just fine with him.

The next morning after his usual routine, Lassiter had gone to find a tie to wear for the day and blindly reached to pick the first one he got. It wasn't until it was around his neck and tied into place did he realize which tie he was currently wearing.

"Shawn?" Lassiter looked over at his bed, seeing Shawn spooning his pillow and still half asleep. Carlton called his name out again.

"Ehhhhh... what is it Lassie?"

"Where did... how...?" Carlton inspected the tie for flaws or anything that made the tie undesirable in any way. There wasn't even so much as a loose thread, it looked like a professional tailor had restored it. Shawn lifted his head to look at Carlton and a smile slowly grew when he saw the tie. He lay back down, still too tired to get up any time soon.

"I worked as a tailor for three months in Nebraska... my boss was deaf but could fix just about anything. Evidently I learned "I fix tuxedo coats and under-roos for a living" in sign language."

Shawn yawned loudly and curled into the sheets to get comfortable, closing his eyes to get more sleep. He smiled when he felt Carlton lean over him, a hand on one side of him and lips against his temple in a gentle Lassie-frass way. He felt the other pull away, needing to get to work soon, but sighed contently knowing that his boyfriend would be thinking about him for the rest of the day.

Shawn still had a smile on when he heard Lassiter shut the door, gone for the next ten or more hours. He almost hoped that Lassie would catch his coat on something and tear it just so he could mend it. 'Cause kisses those sweet were worth the fifty or so accidental pokes from the needles that caused him so much difficulty to get the pattern absolutely right.