Hey, hey, hey! Here's the next short in my new series of Shassie shorts. This one is just a cute little Shassie yarn IMHO. Hopefully you readers will enjoy it if not *sad sigh* then so be it. Oh and I'm not entirely sure if police actually have seminars and if Head Detectives actually go to these seminars but for the sake of the short…
Disclaimer: Again, don't own. Just having a bit o' fun.
Shorty-short time!!!
#2 No One Like You-Scorpions
Carlton tried to get out of it, he really did but apparently what Chief Vick says is…well, for lack of a better word, law. Earlier that week Vick told Carlton and Juliet that she was shipping them to a detective's seminar in downtown Miami. Of course, Juliet was all for it. She was given the chance to visit her hometown and she readily accepted. Carlton on the other hand wasn't so gung-ho about the trip, not in the slightest. Hell, he'd even stooped so slow as to beg and plead with the Chief to let him stay behind. That got him nowhere of course but he figured it was worth a try. He just really didn't want to leave Shawn.
He'd tried to get Vick to compromise by making Shawn go too but he was just shut down once more.
"Look Carlton, I understand why you want Mr. Spencer to go with you. Really I do but it's just not doable. The department does have a budget you know."
So here he was, sitting in his hotel room in Miami. The seminar was completely monotonous, just some old fart droning on and on about new tactics and protocol. Before, he probably would've sat attentively in his seat taking notes but not after almost a year of being with Shawn. Ever since he and Shawn got together, Carlton's learned to enjoy the finer things in life and not worry so much. He's learned to be more free spirited. Gus even made a crack at him and called him little Shawn.
"Trust me Gus, Lassie's anything but little."
Carlton chuckled and blushed as he remembered they way Shawn had hungrily eyed his crotch after he made the retort to Gus. Poor Gus had to leave the Psych office that day so he could preserve the virtue of his heterosexual eyes. Instead of making him happy though this thought just reminded Carlton of how badly he missed Shawn.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Carlton walked over to the hotel room's radio thinking that listening to some music might take his mind off of things.
There's no one like you.
I can't wait for the nights with you.
I imagine the things we'd do.
I just want to be loved by you.
I just can't catch a brake can I? Carlton thought as he hummed along with the song. It was just his luck to turn on the radio and catch the first chorus to the song that was playing when he and Shawn shared their first kiss at Tom Blair's Pub eleven and a half months ago. But by the time the second chorus rolled around Carlton was playing air guitar and singing along with the song as if he were the hybrid offspring of Klaus Meine and Rudolf Schenker. The guitar solo kicked in and Carlton was really getting into it when a voice rang above all the commotion.
"Work it Lassie! Woo!"
Carlton, abashed at being caught, turned to find Shawn standing in the doorway.
"Shawn! What are you doing here?" he asked as a blush crept into his cheeks. He could just imagine what he looked like when Shawn walked in.
Shawn just clicked his tongue and spoke with a mock-scolding tone. "Now Lassie, is that any way to greet you're loving boyfriend after not seeing him for over seventy-two hours?"
"I'm just surprised." Carlton replied and Shawn smirked.
"Come on Lassie, how long have you known me? Did you honestly not expect me to talk Gus into weaseling our here? He's hanging out with Jules at the moment."
Carlton chuckled as he placed a kiss on Shawn's lips. "I missed you."
Shawn smiled and lovingly placed a sweet kiss on the tip of Carlton's nose. "I know, I missed you too Carlton. Now, there's no one like who?"
"No one like you Shawn." Carlton laughed.
"Damn straight Lassie-cakes and don't you forget it."
I think I'm really happy with the way this one turned out. I wasn't so sure in the beginning but now…I don't know but I'm really feeling it. I damn near fell out of my seat from laughing so hard when I imagined Lassie playing air guitar and trying to bust those chops like Klaus. They really should make that a Psych-Out. :D
Until next time my fair peoples.
-Squeedle
