I do not own Pysch nor do I make money off such. There is a brief scene in which Shawn hits on Lassiter and a day dream cause well..you know.. that boy has a dirty mind.
My first fanfic for Psych, be gentle with me
'A hostage situation?'
Carlton Lassiter body surged up from behind his desk at the commotion. His mind reeled, quickly he began grabbing his coat and keys from his desk. He was due to leave for the night in the next ten minutes, 8:50 pm to be correct on time, and was handing the last bit of his finished paper work over when his partner, Juliet O'Hara rushed in, her face flushed and panting for breath from her rush. Stopping at his side, her voice ran a mile a minute, her blond hair falling from it tight bun.
"Lassiter! We just got a call, some guy just took a female hostage down on Antigua Blvd, he is armed and wont talk to anyone. Vick is rounding up everyone, this might get out of hand." Lassiter shock his head dumbfounded, normally cases like this never catches him off guard, normally he would be on alter and ready for anything, even if he was about to leave. His brain was always on, his body strain and pulsing with the need to catch wrong doers, sure it sounded corny but it was true. But lately he was relaxed and carried himself differently… deep inside he hated it. He was changing, he was becoming almost like everyone else, he wanted to be like he was before but he could not be helped… Not after what he had. Juliet waved her hands as she yelled at one of the near by officers, pointing out direction.
It was cases like these that made O'Hara panic. They didn't know who the guy was, only that he hid in an a banded three storey apartment building, leaving them lost of which window, let alone which room he was keeping his captive. What made her blood turn cold, was the statements made by a single eye witness, the young women who was taken had just walked right out from a near by flower store and took just a few steps down the sidewalk before the man approached her from behind, wrapped his arms around her and yanked her into the building before she could scream. Due the sun being cast down and the street lamp over head in that one area was burnt out, no one saw it coming. They didn't have any facts on who the girl was, Vick had sent a group of people to the flower shop to question the owner, to figure out whom this women was or at least get an idea of what she looked like, any kind of history to help this case out.
The idea of calling Shawn was starting to creep into her mind when she heard the jingle of keys. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes settled on Lassiter, whom was pulling his jacket on and was rushing straight for the door. 'Lassiter wait!' Her heels clicked as she followed quickly, trying to catch up to his speedy steps. 'No time!' He barked, 'We need to move, get in the car!' But his body came to a stop when Juliet's hands snatched his arm and jerked him. Turning, his blue eyes narrowed, he shrugged from her grip. "O'Hara what are you doing?' She shock her head, her body sliding in front of him. "You Can't go." His eyes widen at her statement, "What do you MEAN I can't go?! I'm the best detective here!' He started to push past but her hands kept hold, "No! Vicks got all the best officers on this case, You, Lassiter have to go home.' He couldn't believe his ears. His partner was telling HIM to go home? Had she lost her mind? His button up shirt started to wrinkle under her tight closed fingers, his fingers itched to grab her shoulders and shove her off him. But with a slow deep breath, he spoke threw his tightly clenched teeth, trying to calm his anger down 'Give me one good reason why?'
'Valerie Drew.'
Carlton's body went still, he could of sworn his heart stopped. That's right, the very cause of his change, the root of his new image, the light in his darkness and warmth in his cold home after his bitter divorce. His new fiancee Val. It had been four years since they first came into contact and after that, Carlton was careful not to fall for another women's claims. He learned from his first wife and sworn to never follow down that road again. But she… She was different. Well not really different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but on more then one occasion she reminded him a lot of Spencer. She wasn't that good at witty remarks and she, like every one else, believe Spencer visions, but little things she did made him swear she could have been his sister. But with that thought aside, she had worked harder then any women he knew to get him and make him understand how she felt, and prove to him, for the first time, there was someone willing to put up with his life and love for his work.
She was nothing like his ex wife. Perhaps for starters, she was younger, 24 years old, she , like Shawn, always had a smile on her face. Her hair was a soft brown hair with a hint of blonde, ringlets of curls brushing at her shoulders and gave her such a sex appeal with it was messed up and begging for his fingers to run threw. Her eyes were of the purest green, always filled with love and warmth, her skin was perfect, even in this California weather, she was just slightly tan. When she stood in front of him, her head just touched his shoulders, so he always had to bend down to kiss her, or watch her get on the tips of her toes to peck his cheek. For some reason, he thought that was cute and looked forward to every morning when he left and every night when he got home. To see her rush to welcome him, to see the bright smile on her face and watch her push to the tip of her toes just to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. Even on those [more then he like to admit] occasions when he stayed away for days on end to work on a case, he would be jerked awake by a sudden shout of his name and a home cooked meal shoved in front of him. Thou he told her it was embarrassing to have her come to his work and tell him she was worried about his health, secretly he liked the attention, but she always just smiled, or rose a brow and declared, 'Well I slaved over a hot microwave to get you this meal so you better eat and enjoy it!'.
But finally he took a chance three years later and asked her to marry him and to his joy and despair, she had screamed in the middle of the restaurant he had to pay a king ransom for, spilled an hundred dollar a bottle, glass of wine to the floor, stained the brand new pair of pants he had bought that day and sobbed uncontrollably on the floor when she flung herself at him. Yup… a happy ending.
Pinching his nose, he snapped back out of his mind trip, back to the root of his problem. Officers and workers rushed by him in their hurry and Juliets hands were still bunching his shirt. "Lassiter, she will kill me if I ruined this night for her." Closing his eyes, he muttered, "She'll understand, now let me go." She shock her head, glaring up at him. "Lassiter, you skipped out last year and she didn't talk to you for four days and that was the worse four days of MY life cause you did nothing but mop around the office!"
"I do NOT mop! I was just thinking!"
"Yeah, is that what we're calling you sitting at your desk staring at your cell phone hours on end and freaked out when you thought you lost it?"
His face went a little red, being reminded of that week. But he shock his head, "But this is a hostage case! I have to be there when the bust happens!" She only shoved him a little, "Lassiter, I will handle it, if we REALLY need you, I'll call you ASAP. I swear but you need to go, Valerie has been talking about tonight this whole week and all she wants is just one night of your attention."
He sighed and looked away, his guilt starting to rise. It was their third year anniversary and Valerie had declared she was making a home made meal and she expected him home at 9:30 sharp. His brain yelled and cursed, demanding he go on this case and help out, but his heart was telling him to go home. They fought and he struggled with his decision. Juliet sighed slowly when she felt Carltons body begin to slump and relax. Letting him go, she took a deep breath and smiled when she heard him mutter, 'Fine… but the SECOND you need me, call me and I'll be there faster then Shawns attention span." She chuckled and nodded before watching him fix his jacket. He had a date and even thou he most likely would spend the whole time staring at his phone, he might as well look as perfect as possible. He didn't make it ten steps out the door when a voice ripped over heard.
'Detective Lassiter!'
His body shot around so fast his coat tail all but hovered. His heart pumped wildly when Vick rushed down the steps, her face covered in panic and worry. He frowned at her when she got to his side, her short hair sticking a bit to her forehead and neck due to the sweat she seem to be giving. "What's wrong?" He asked as she struggled with words, "Where are you going?" She demanded, leaving him to frown, pointing slowly over his shoulder, "I'm…going home?" She shock her head, her hand touching her forehead as she turned away, looking back to the building. "No your not."
"Alright then."
"Wait, why not?!" Carlton twitched when Juliet bounced her way back down the steps. "We need him." Vick explained, making him grin. "No offensive Commander, but I can handle this and I have plenty of people who are able to do the same." His eyes narrowed at his partner, almost childishly wanting to kick her for trying to take him off the case, did she have it out for him or something?! But Vicks words caused them both to stop and a chill to run down his spine.
"We just got a call from the kidnapper." She explained, her eyes narrowing as she looked back to them unsure. "He demanded Lassiter to be there…personally…"
