Title:First Days
Author: Kinabaki
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Pairing: None really
Rating: PG
Carlton Lassiter doesn't remember much from the first few days of his recovery.
He doesn't remember O'Hara's unwavering insistence to stay near-by, out of duty, out of loyalty, out of friendship. He doesn't remember Chief Vick tirading about like an enraged mother hen, flustered and ruffled and worried about one of her chics. He doesn't remember his own mother sitting stoically in her chair, watching her son pass the same way as his father.
He remembers Spencer though.
He remembers the faint smell of fresh pineapples, and thinking that even on his deathbed that stupid "psychic" would continue to annoy him.
Lassiter remembers wondering if he could somehow talk to Spencer from the other-side and get the psychic to hand out a few messages after he'd passed away.
"Tell my mother I love her,
Tell O'Hara she'll do fine,
Tell my Ex she was right,
Tell the Chief that it was an honor working under her."
He remembers thinking that he's not quite ready to give up being a detective yet and that maybe he could stick around to help Spencer solve cases from beyond the grave. He remembers in a moment of lucidity dismissing those earlier thoughts as the morphine talking and fading back into a fuzzy dream.
Carlton Lassiter doesn't remember much from the first few days of his recovery, but he does remember Spencer.