Title: Inside Your Soul
Author: rubydesires
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shassie (although technically it would be Shassan)
Rating: T for now.
Disclaimer: No own Psych. I do own Megan
Summary: Lassie's acting a little strange and he seems to know an awful lot about the vic.
Note: Okay, this is the result of a plot bunny taking up residence in my mind, and Lassie (who's actually a pretty interesting muse) thought it might be fun. So if you want more, let me know. Unfortunately, I won't be able to write anything else (okay, you should read that as "shouldn't write anything else") this week cuz I have an essay due at the end of this week that I wasn't quite aware of. Meaning I thought I had more time. I hate college.
Head Detective Carlton Lassiter was late. Not like five minutes late. Like Juliet had to call him to get his ass to the station before Vick did. Not only was he late, but he looked like he'd been run over by a truck. Understandably, Juliet was worried. So she called the one person who would be able to figure out what was wrong with him but also return him to his normal self.
Shawn looked at the detective, genuinely worried. He hadn't approached him yet. He wanted to get some more info first. This seemed like a time where delicacy was called for.
"Well?"
Shawn blinked and looked at Juliet. "Hm?"
"Do you, y'know, sense anything?"
He looked back at Lassiter and frowned. He was at his desk, twirling a pen through his fingers and staring at the computer screen, his face empty of all emotion. There were dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days, and his pale skin made them stand out even more. His body seemed far too relaxed, aside from the almost manic movement of the pen. His eyes were the worst. They seemed haunted; like Lassiter had lost everything he ever had and was expecting his life to end any moment.
"I can't tell," Shawn said quietly. "There's something. But I can't tell what it is. Has he said anything?"
Juliet was watching her partner as well. "No. Aside from apologizing . . . nothing."
"He apologized?"
"Yeah. That's when I knew something was really wrong."
Shawn wasn't able to ask anything else because a call came in for a possible murder, and Vick had Lassiter and Juliet check it out. After Juliet had called his name, something of the man seemed to come back and he led the way to the car. Shawn followed, and was shocked when Lassie didn't say anything about it. When they got to the crime scene, they found a young woman not even 22 years old. She was lying in the middle of the living room, blood staining the carpet. Her blue eyes, almost the same shade as Lassiter's, were wide and staring.
"Lassie!"
Lassiter had nearly fallen, catching himself on the wall, and Shawn was immediately there. He didn't even question his concern for the older man. Lassiter was breathing hard and seemed on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
"Lassie? Come on, man, what's wrong?" Shawn had taken Lassiter's face in his hands to make him look at him.
"Shawn." Lassiter's voice came out broken and it scared the fake psychic. His eyes opened, and they were terrified. "Shawn, you have to promise me you'll help find who did this."
"All right, fine. I promise."
"You don't mean it."
"Carlton, I promise you I will help find who did this."
They stared at each other for a moment before Lassiter gave a jerky nod. He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, no doubt trying to regain control. Shawn exchanged a glance with Juliet before his gaze when to the dead girl. The one who seemed to have Lassie's eyes.