A/N: Reviews that I've been getting have been AWESOME, thanks guys. And additionally, thank you to the review that commented on characterization, it REALLY helps. Although, I'm afraid I have possibly screwed this one up. Alas. Read on!

3). Yeah, that incident in the bar? Turns out that Lassie was NOT actually that drunk.

Lassiter just downs his first glass of scotch when he notices the fake psychic in the bar. He can identify him from the mess of brown hair that moves straight in the direction of the female bartender. He groans, but smiles a little at the same time.

I go to drink myself into a drunken stupor, and guess who comes with me. Be my designated driver? Never.

The head detective proceeds to slurp down another glass of intoxicating substances when Shawn finally notices him. Lassiter pretends to act extremely drunk.

"Why Lassie, fancy running into you here," Shawn greets him, upbeat as usual.

"Same to you," he slurs.

The fake psychic cocks his head a little. Lassiter grins to himself as he wonders what the phony psychic is thinking.

"Well… somebody's obviously had a lot to drink!" comes the reply, bright and a little bit too optimistic for Lassiter's comfort.

He shifts uneasily on his stool and lifts another glass to his lips. But, not before Shawn's hand shoots out and stops the alcohol from meeting the man's mouth.

"And when I said that, I didn't mean keep on drinking."

At that moment, Lassiter feels a flutter in his stomach and a blush flashes across his face. He thinks that the fake psychic hasn't seen it. And, to his observation, he hasn't.

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Shawn looks over the head detective carefully. Even though he's slow to admit it, the cold icy blue of Lassiter's have never been as captivating as now.

His hand shoots out so quickly that he's not even aware of what he's doing until the glass hits the table. And then there was that ever so slight blush that whispered across the older man's face.

Shawn makes no indication that he's seen it, smiling slowly.

It's so easy to play dumb.

He had watched Lassiter order the scotch and plop down at the lonely table in the corner (at around 6:42) and timed his arrival into the bar at the same time that the head detective would have finished his first glass of alcohol.

Meaning that he could fake Lassiter into thinking that he thought that the older man was drunk. More time to analyze things in a quieter, calmer setting without the risk of dying every two seconds.

"Here, let me give you a ride home."

A/N: Review?? This is definitely not one of the best chapters... But I had to come up with one reason. Hope you guys enjoyed it! And also, check out "Love For Granted" if you've seen Hancock before. Although "Love For Granted/Crawl" isn't as good as Ten Reasons.