AN: Yaay! I've been watching more of Season two! It's getting so awesome… But then… it's always awesome //w//

Also, thank for the reviews and the favorites~

It all really helps me to focus and get more chapters. The more of you I know are reading the more motivation I have to write, loves ;3

So, leave me some motivation~

And some pineapples? O:

Chapter Two

Lassiter pulled into his driveway, turning off the engine and giving a long sigh. He made no move to get out of the safety of the little vehicle. He relaxed against the seat, just staying there, thinking over the day.

Shawn had said that Gus was working which was why the two weren't following each other around like they usually were. So instead of bothering his friend, Shawn had taken it upon himself to bother and annoy the head detective.

Their first stop had been a smoothie shop because, as the psychic had pointed out, Lassiter owed him one. Rather than fight it, he went along with it, buying a smoothie. Shawn had the audacity to order two. Giving the excuse that by the time he'd finished one he'd want another, and why not just get them both and save the trouble of stopping again.

A smoothie and a half later they were reaching the house of the baseball coach Shawn had "seen" as the culprit of the murder.

"Here. I can't finish this." Shawn had said, holding out the second smoothie, the cup half full of the yellow slush. "You can have it though, Lassie. Pineapple's good for you." He said, sticking the cup in Carlton's hand and getting out of the car before Lassiter could even get out a protest. He'd surprised himself with giving the stuff a taste though, curious to what all the fuss was about. Spencer did tend to have an obsession with the fruit anyway. Not that he hadn't tasted pineapple before, it just… seemed newer an experience since he was looking at it from a new angle. He made a face of surprise, glancing out to see if Shawn was looking and, when he saw the younger man was hustling up the walk to the door, he took another sip and got out, abandoning the drink in the car.

He'd have to remember to get another of those sometime… so long as Spencer never ever found out about it.

The coach had spilled not even a few minutes into questioning. It seemed half of these killers were so weak when it came to confessions, just spilling the beans under even the slightest bit of pressure. The rest of the day he'd spent listening to Shawn talk about this and then, being his usual self. But it had seemed, as aggravating as Carlton saw Spencer, they'd become rather comfortable in each other's presence.

As night had fallen, Lassiter pulled up in front of Shawn's place and they sat there a moment, Lassiter waiting for Shawn to get out and Shawn just staring out at the building a long minute before looking back at Carlton.

"So, do I get a good night kiss? Or is it too soon on a first date for that?" Spencer had asked, looking serious in the way he always tended to when he said something stupid.

"Get out, Spencer." The he'd ground out, watching Shawn grin and open the door, pushing it closed after getting out of the car.

Lassiter let his head relax back against the seat's head rest and he rubbed his temples, letting the silence envelope him. It had been a long day… but not as bad as he'd expected it to be. He finally sat up and opened the car door. He set his feet on the rough concrete and stood, giving a quick glance around out of habit and locking up his vehicle, going inside his home.

-------------------------------------

"Shawn, this is ridiculous."

"C'mon Guuuus. Don't be such a stick in the mud." Shawn almost whined. " The client said his wife went missing here, so this is where we should look."

"No one goes missing in a bakery! You pulled me out of work for this?"

"I let you work yesterday though! You gotta help me!"

"Shawn, you should let me work all the time! I have a job. A serious job."

"Yes, you work at an amazing psychic agency with an amazing, mystical, intelligent, and oh so good looking partner." Shawn got defensive at the 'you-gotta-be-kidding' look Gus gave him. "You play around with pills all day! Seriously, Gus. You know this is way more fun!"

Gus gave a defeated sigh and Shawn thrust a fist into the air in triumph.

"Fine, Shawn. Where do we go from here?"

"Well, the husband said he saw his wife here last. They'd stopped here on their lunch breaks to order and anniversary cake, then parted ways, supposedly each going back to work. But, she never went back, so, somewhere between here and her place of employment… she vanished."

Gus sighed. "You know. She may have just left. I mean… did you see her husband? I would leave to."

Shawn tsked and stopped to look at his best friend. "Really? Is this what it's come down to? This poor man is paying to have us find his spouse and you're just going to put the guy down."

There stared each other down a moment before they started walking again. Another day another case. Shawn grinned. This would be an easy one. No doubt about it.

Chapter End

This is a bit longer than last time. Hopefully will have even more next time… if not… *shrugs* : D

See you all next time and as I said above, review, please~