A/N: Another summary! I either have way too much time on my hands, or am destined to be a famous fan fic writer lol. My guess? The former….. :(

Well here's the summary, I might get around to making all of these fics full blown -but it won't happen overnight. Contrary to popular belief I do work.

Cheers!

~Matilda

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4. I can't believe it's not…..Spencer?

Summary: Spencer? SPENCER? When a dead body pops up that bears a striking resemblance to Shawn, detective Lassiter is a little more than disturbed. So the two men looked alike – big deal, Lassiter could handle this. Right? Right? (A/N: Yes, I know there's an episode of CSI with the same premises, but I swear it's only the same in the regards that a victim looks like a team member. The circumstances and ending will be different- I promise!) – NEW /BUDDING RELATIONSHIP

Excerpt:

Lassiter was calling it a day, slipping into his jacket and grabbing his brief case he was just heading out the door. Only stopping when he bumped into Spencer.

"No cases today Spencer I'm going home now."

Spencer raised a confused brow "No cases – not since the body yesterday?"

"You're not on this one Spencer, let it go." Truthfully Lassiter was glad about that, it was bad enough the victim was practically the psychic's clone.

"Yeah okay I'm not on it – but I'd like to be." Shawn said. "Jules gave me to the guy's description and with all respect – I think it's kind of cool. I want to see!"

Lassiter shook his head. "Spencer – no, absolutely not." He winced when he looked at Shawn then, because it wasn't Shawn he was looking at suddenly – it was a dead body that could be Shawn's. Lifeless eyes, limb arms, mouth agape, and a stab wound right in the middle of his neck.

"Lassie – Lassie?" It took a couple tries, but Shawn's voice brought Lassiter back down to earth, and he lowered his head.

"I have to go Spencer." Lassiter pushed pass Shawn quickly, unable to breathe in that exact moment. Shawn watched him leave, the 'psychic' feeling almost sad that detective was ditching him. Shawn looked to McNabb who had been watching from nearby.

"What do you think that was about?" Shawn asked, and the young cop could only offer a small shrug.

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