Author's Note: Just a little something I wrote a while ago, not sure if I'll expand on it or not but I might if I can get my ideas on paper (I know the title makes no sense with just this beginning, I assure you that if I continue it will!)
"Shawn, you have lost your mind if you think Lassiter is going to forgive you for almost getting him shot" Gus said shaking his head as Shawn frantically dug around the Psych office "And what are you looking for?"
"My brilliant plan includes a gift, to express my sorrow and hopefully bribe Lassie into letting us help with this case" replied Shawn.
"And what gift would that be?" inquired Gus.
"Voila!" shouted Shawn raising a small kitten over his head.
Gus' eyes widened "you're giving Lassie a cat?!"
Shawn smiled "great idea, huh" he said pleased with himself.
Gus was still chuckling and shaking his head when they got to the police station.
Detective Carlton Lassiter was having a really good day, partially because of several opportunities to shoot at bad people but mostly because it had been a psychic-free day, until…..
"Lassie! Just who I was looking for "said Shawn happily, bouncing over to Lassiter's desk, he was holding a small covered basket which he plopped on the desk top.
"What is that?" growled Lassiter eyeing it as though it was going to explode.
"Just the best present ever!" replied Shawn.
"Well, O'Hara isn't here so you'll just have to leave and come back later, or better yet drop it off at her apartment" said Lassiter waving at Shawn dismissively, then he narrowed his eyes.
"Why is Guster standing behind a plant?" he asked staring at Gus who was indeed attempting to hide behind a ficus.
"Shh, you can't see him" said Shawn.
"what do you mean I can't see him? He's right there" said Lassiter trying to point at him but Shawn grabbed his arm.
"He's in Jackal-mode" replied Shawn as though that explained everything, Lassiter shook him off and decided to ignore him and Guster and go back to his paper-work but Shawn just kept standing there grinning at him until Lassiter finally looked up and snapped "what?!"
"Lassie, this particular gift is for you, not Juliet, I like you too, you know" Shawn pouted.
Lassiter growled again but he slowly lifted the cover off of the basket and went rigid as a little pink nose popped up above the basket followed quickly by a small black and white body.
"What the?… Spencer!" he yelled but Shawn had already disappeared leaving a bewildered Lassiter with a kitten licking his hand.