Lassiter dropped Shawn back off at the Psych office, the psychic waving them off with a smile. When the detectives returned to the police station, they were greeted by two men in suits.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" Lassiter said tightly.
The taller of the men extended his hand as the shorter one stated distinctly, "I'm Agent Axel, this is Agent Rose with the FBI. We just need to ask you a few questions."
Lassiter shook the hand extended to him, but his brow furrowed. "Badges?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. As they flashed them, he swiped them out of their hands. A devilish grin slowly spread across his face. "Oh, boys. You really made my day. And here I thought I wouldn't get to arrest anyone today," he said, showing the badges to Juliet, who frowned in turn.
'Agent Rose' turned to his brother and gave him a patented bitchface. "See Dean? I told you that was a stupid idea," he huffed.
Dean glared back at his brother. "Yeah, just about as smart as breaking into the fucking police station, Sammy," he mumbled.
Sam turned back to the detectives that already had handcuffs ready for them. "Look, just hear us out, ok? All we want to do is help," he said, hands held up in surrender.
Juliet and Lassiter looked at each other and scoffed. "And what could you possibly help us with? Other than being another lowlife for me to throw in jail."
Dean frowned. "Well, we heard you've been experiencing some accidents that have seemed…a little less accidental."
Juliet stared at him for a minute before saying, "Go on."
Before he could continue, Lassiter turned toward his partner. "O'hara! These are criminals who clearly have some mental problems if they thought a few phony badges and a second hand suit could get them information from the police. Why are you listening to them?"
Juliet crossed her arms and leveled a glare at Lassiter. "Because we have nothing to go on and these boys seem to know a thing or two, so instead of shooting first and asking questions later, I thought I'd get a question or two in before the shooting. Problem?" she finished with a cocked eyebrow.
Lassiter glared back, before relenting slightly. "Alright, but not here. Interrogation Room B. Now," he growled out, shuffling the two brothers into the police station.
Bursting into the interrogation room, Lassiter growled out a harsh "sit" to the boys, before sitting in his seat opposite them. Juliet sat next to him and just as Lassiter was about to speak, she chimed in. "Now, what do you know about these accidents and were you involved in anyway?"
Sam shook his head quickly. "No, no we aren't involved in it, but we deal with this kind of thing."
"Accidents?"
"Sorta. We kind of deal with the unexplained," he said, wincing at the choice of words.
Meanwhile, Dean leaned back and stared daringly at Lassiter, who glowered back at him in kind, neither speaking.
Juliet furrowed her brow. "What the hell does that mean?" she said skeptically.
Sam shook his head. "It doesn't really matter. All that matters is that we be allowed to do our job so that these "accidents" can stop," he said quickly.
Dean's eyes still had yet to leave Lassiter's, silently daring him to look away first. Lassiter held his ground firmly, never wavering. Juliet rolled her eyes.
"Carlton, come with me," she said, grabbing his arm.
Lassiter allowed himself to be dragged from the room, but still didn't break his eye contact with Dean. Just as the door was closing, Dean's lip quirked slightly and he winked at Lassiter, making the man even more furious.
"O'hara, did you see that?" he exclaimed as they got into the viewing room.
"Oh my god, Carlton, grow up," she said running a hand through her hair. She looked at Lassiter a little hesitantly. "Ok," she started, "I know what you're going to say, but hear me out." She took a deep breath. "I think we should have them help us," she said quickly, closing her mouth and looking at Lassiter.
"Oh no. No way. That is absolutely not happening! Did you forget they are guilty of fraud? Of impersonating federal agents? They're criminals, O'hara, and we can't just trust them because they seem to have won over your fragile heart," he said pacing with his hands on his hips.
Juliet scowled at him. "Excuse me?" she said menacingly, taking a step toward him. "You think I don't know how to do my job because I, what was your choice of words, have a fragile heart? Listen, Lassiter, and listen well. I am a good cop. I know when someone is lying through their teeth and when someone is just misunderstood. I don't let my prejudice toward some people interfere with my work, unlike some people I know. I take any and all precautions when dealing with a delicate situation, but I also know when to act like a human being, to see the view from all points of the conversation, not just my own. So, we are going to monitor these boys and keep them under 24-hour surveillance, but we are going to follow their lead, because we have absolutely no other option in this matter. Are we clear?"
She stepped back and took a breath, stance never wavering. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt like she could faint, but she was determined to prove her point to her superior.
Lassiter looked at her in a state of shock, fury, and awe. He blinked and stood up straight, hands clasping behind his back. He said nothing, but nodded slightly and extended his hand toward the door. Juliet blinked. She gave him a small, satisfied smile before turning on her heel to head back into the interrogation room and bargain with the brothers. Lassiter followed, but not before cracking a slight smile of his own at the overwhelming respect he felt for his partner. It soon dissipated, though, as he realized what he had just signed on for.
The four of them walked out of the police station, Dean and Sam in front with Lassiter and Juliet right behind.
"I can't believe you agreed to being tailed by the cops, Sammy," Dean growled, climbing into the driver's seat of the Impala and taking off, quickly followed by the two detectives.
