A/N: Hey everybody! Hope you all enjoyed the first "chapter" of this story. Big thanks to everyone who reviewed it! Your comments are so encouraging and I really appreciate it. Here is the second part of this two part fic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of its characters.

Head Detective Carlton Lassiter, or Lassie as he preferred to call him, was Shawn Spencer's favorite person...to annoy the hell out of. It was just so easy. They'd known each other long enough now that two things had occurred. One, Shawn knew exactly how to push all of Lassie's many buttons and, two, he could annoy Lassie merely by coming into his line of vision. Really, the head detective was just too easy to annoy.

On this particular day, he was employing one of his lesser used but perhaps more effective techniques of getting under Lassie's skin. On most days, Shawn was either at a crime scene with Lassie and Jules or working with them at the station or just visiting because he had nothing else to do that day. Today, however, Shawn was going to remain mysteriously absent from all thing SBPD. He'd done it a few times before, although it was originally an accident.

The first time, he'd just been busy and hadn't run into the dynamic detective duo at all. When he'd come into the station the next afternoon, Lassie had practically run him into a corner, demanding to know where he had been the day before. It was then that Shawn realized he could do as much – if not more – damage to Lassie without even being in his presence. So now, every so often, he'd take a day off from the police department and reap the benefits of Lassie's paranoia the next day.

Still, he tended to prefer being obnoxious in person. It was much more satisfying to see just how badly he was grating on poor Lassie's nerves. Shawn had always been more of an instant gratification person. Besides, he was instead left with nothing to do and thus was sitting around the Psych office with Gus, incredibly bored. Not to mention, every once in a while, he'd be plagued with thoughts that maybe Lassie was okay without him there or didn't even notice his absence or, even worse, was solving a case that he should have been the one to solve and later rub in Lassie's face.

"Gus, I'm bored," he whined for the hundredth time that afternoon.

"And I'm still working, Shawn," Gus retorted. "Entertain yourself."

Shawn groaned. "I tried," he argued. "I've been playing that little game with the mines for the past hour and I still can't win."

Gus looked up from his work. "Minesweeper?" he checked. Shawn nodded. "The goal is to avoid the mines. The numbers tell how many mines are touching that square."

"Ohh," Shawn breathed as dawning realization hit him. "Dude, that game is so easy then."

"So why don't you go play it and leave me to my work?" Gus suggested.

"Nah, now the challenge is gone," Shawn pointed out. "It's not exciting anymore."

"How about you go bug Jules and Lassiter at the station then?" Gus urged, eager to get Shawn off his back.

"Gus, today's my day off, remember?" Shawn reminded his friend.

"Day off from what, Shawn?"

"From annoying Lassiter!" Shawn exclaimed. "In person, of course."

"Maybe you should cut the man a break sometime," Gus reprimanded his friend.

"That's what today is, Gus," Shawn countered innocently.

"No," Gus shot back, "you only do this because you know it puts him on edge."

"I know," Shawn confessed with a wide grin. "Isn't it fun?"

Gus shook his head but otherwise ignored his friend and returned to his work. Shawn sighed. That was all he'd be getting out of him for now. He tilted his head back and tried to content himself with finding pictures in the markings on the ceiling tiles. Fortunately, however, he wasn't forced to entertain himself that way for long. A wide grin split across his face as his cell phone began singing "Who Let the Dogs Out." There was absolutely no reason that Lassie would be calling him today that wouldn't please him.

"Lassie!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "To what pleasure do I owe this call?"

There was a moment of silence on the other line as Shawn could tell the detective was fighting himself not to just hang up. "Is Guster alive?" he finally snapped.

"Gus?" Shawn repeated. "Well, gee, Lassie, I don't know. Let me check." He didn't bother moving the phone away from his mouth as he called to his friend, "Gus, you alive?"

"Yes, I'm alive, Shawn!" Gus indignantly replied, glancing up from his work only momentarily.

"He's alive," Shawn confirmed into the phone. "Why do you ask, Lassie?"

"I just...he just..." Lassie spluttered, only widening Shawn's grin. The complete reluctance to admit to anything was glaringly obvious. Finally, the detective sighed agitatedly. "You two haven't been pestering the station and you didn't come waltzing in on my crime scene this morning so I just wanted to see if your idiocy had gotten either of you killed," he explained before quickly adding, "But mainly Guster! Because I couldn't care less what happens to you, Spencer."

"Aww, Lassie," Shawn cooed, thrilled how well his efforts had panned out. "That's so sweet. You were worried about me."

"Spencer, I was not—"

"Gus, did you hear that?" Shawn interrupted. "Lassie was worried I was dead because I haven't hung out with him today."

"I wasn't worried and we don't ever hang out—"

"Really, Shawn? Because it sounded like he was worried about me," Gus retorted.

"Well, I'm obviously alive, Gus," Shawn countered. "I answered the phone."

"Whatever you say," Gus responded, knowing it was better to just let Shawn think what he will.

"Well, thanks for your concern, Lassie," Shawn returned to the phone call, "but I am very much alive." He paused. "Although I might feel a small case of the sniffles coming on. Did you want to come over and take care of me when you get off work, Lassie?"

"Goodbye, Spencer," Lassie snarled before abruptly hanging up the phone.

Shawn grinned widely. "Well, I'd say today has been a productive day," he noted. "I got a lot done."

"Good, now why don't you head down to the station so I can get my work – which is actually work – done," Gus half-suggested, half-instructed.

"Gus," Shawn remarked, unable to keep the glow of mischief out of his eyes, "that is a brilliant idea."

With that, Shawn snatched up Gus' car keys before his friend could even realize what had happened and exited their office. Gus started to protest but ultimately decided it wasn't worth it; he finally had some peace and quiet to finish his work in. Shawn, on the other hand, was more than ready to go disturb the peace and quiet of the SBPD. What better way to add insult to Lassie's injury than to go invade his space and probably literally insult him? Not to mention call him out on being worried about his favorite psychic detective. Yes...Lassie was by far Shawn Spencer's favorite person to annoy. It was just too easy.

A/N: And thus concludes my second Psych fic. I'd love to hear what you all think! I have more that I'll be posting soon as well so if you enjoyed this one, keep an eye out for those. Thanks!

-TheaterBug-