I am so sorry! I know I haven't posted in a while, but I swear to whatever God/Goddess/Higher Power/Coincidence (for all you atheists out there! I respect you even though I do believe in a higher power!) that you believe in that I have NOT given up on this story! I just got my first job and I have final exams coming up so I'm pretty busy. I can only work on this during school and that's not a lot of time... Okay, enough with the excuses. ON WITH THE STORY!

Lassiter woke to Shawn groaning at the sound of his eight o'clock alarm. Lassiter reached around and turned the alarm off, sitting up afterward. He then dragged himself to the bathroom to start his morning routine.

He was pouring some coffee when he realized Shawn was still not awake, so he went into the bedroom. What he found was quite a sight.

Shawn had fallen on the floor, part of his leg draped over the bed. He had pulled the blanket and some pillows down with him. The detective smiled affectionately. It was too bad he had to wake him. The view was quite comical.

"Shawn?" He whispered, tapping Shawn's shoulder. "Shawn, you gotta get up. We're leaving soon and you g otta get ready."

"'M up..." Shawn mumbled as he sat up.

Lassiter could've died from how adorable his sleep laden boyfriend looked. Shawn's hair was in complete disarray and his eyes were attempting to glare at him for waking him up, but it was failing miserably. So, Shawn gave up on the glare and leaned to place a lazy, quick kiss on Lassiter's lips. The psychic then got up and walked to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later Lassiter was greeted in the living room by a half-naked Shawn, clad only in a towel. He was still quiet; apparently Shawn only began to wake up when he had his coffee, which was what he was grabbing.

Thank God I set a mug out for him. Lassiter thought. Who knows what his reaction would have been if I hadn't.

As Shawn turned to drink his coffee, Lassiter studied him. The towel hung low on his hips, revealing his defined features as well as a bit of hair. The patch of hair lead upwards, stopping just under his bellybutton. Further up revealed a slightly toned chest bare of any hair. Lassiter, who hadn't noticed them before, saw all the scars that marred his lover's flesh. The strange part was, though, he didn't hate the fact that they were there. He did hate the reason they were there, but the actual scars? No. That would require Lassiter to hate a part of Shawn and he just couldn't bring himself to do that.

"Shawn?" Lassiter called hesitantly, goading his reaction. When Shawn looked up from his coffee, Lassiter continued. "Why don't you go get dressed? We have to leave soon."

Shawn downed the rest of his coffee and walked over to his lover, pressing his hands against the detective. Lassiter sat his mug on the counter and wrapped his arms around Shawn's waist, pressing his nose into Shawn's hair. He could smell the shampoo the gypsy used. It was Lassiter's, of course, but there was something uniquely Shawn about the scent that drove Lassiter crazy.

It was amazing to Lassiter how easily they fit into the couple scenario. They'd been together less than twenty-four hours yet they could do things as if they'd been dating for months or even years. Maybe it's because of the bond. Lassiter thought, but he knew there was more to it than that. Yes, the bond was a part of it, but there was also the fact that they had known each other for years. They knew each other's tendencies, likes, and dislikes. They were comfortable with each other. This relationship was bound to happen. Lassiter thought as he remembered their past actions towards each other. There was too much sexual tension between us.

Lassiter pulled away from Shawn's embrace long enough to be able to lean down and kiss him. Shawn tasted of coffee, mouthwash, and something unidentifiable yet completely Shawn. When he reluctantly pulled away, he spoke. "Shawn, you need to go get dressed."

Shawn smiled, his lips still tingling from his lover's kiss. "Be right back."

Twenty minutes later Shawn was dressed and currently sitting in the car with Lassiter driving. When they arrived at the police station, Lassiter stopped Shawn before he could get out of the car. "Yes, Lassie?"

"Discreet, but not closed off, correct?" He asked.

Shawn smirked. "Of course! Who do you think will guess first? I'll bet you twenty bucks that Jules will get it first."

Lassiter glared. "I'm not playing this future-telling game with a psychic."

Shawn pouted. "Aw! Come on! I promise I don't know yet!"

"That doesn't change the fact that you could know in the near future."

"But... Okay... Good point... My abilities are random. But could you just tell me? We don't have to make a bet out of it."

Lassiter thought about his compromise and decided for it. "Honestly? I think McNab will guess first."

Shawn scrunched his face in thought. "As much as I like Buzz, why him?"

Lassiter shrugged his shoulders. "He's very perceptive. I think he'll be a great detective one day." He said.

Shawn beamed. "That is the first time you've said anything nice about Buzz! I'm so proud of you!"

"I've said nice things about him!" Lassiter said defensively.

"When?" Shawn countered.

"Um, let's see. How about..." Lassiter trailed off, not actually sure about any nice thing he's said to anyone. "Jesus. I'm an asshole."

Shawn chuckled. "But you're my asshole, right?"

Lassiter smiled. "Of course, Love."

Shawn smiled warmly at the term of endearment.

At that the two men got out of the car and walked into the station. At the door they were greeted by Buzz McNab, who smiled brightly at the two of them. "Hey Shawn, Detective Lassiter."

"Hey Buzz! How's it going?" Shawn greeted cheerily.

"It's great! I think the Chief is looking for you though."

Shawn thought about that. "I wonder why." He said, turning to Lassiter.

The detective shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe you should go?"

Shawn pouted. "Aw, but Lassie! I love to get you all bothered up! Why would I leave you?" The psychic then proceeded to waggle his eyebrows.

Lassiter, triumphantly ignoring the need to laugh and Buzz's confusion, said, "Because the Chief ordered it. Now go, Spencer."

Shwan mock-saluted Lassiter. "Ay-ay captain! Or should I say 'ay-ay Head Detective?' But that would make sense. But, then again, we aren't on a boat so theoretically I can use any title I want."

"Spencer."

"But we're in Santa Barbara, a coastal city, so would boat rules apply?"

"Spencer."

"But I don't say I'm turning starboard or port when I'm driving so maybe they don't apply... at least on land..."

"SPENCER!"

"Yes, Lassie?" Shawn answered, finally acknowledging Lassiter.

"You were rambling."

Shawn mouthed an 'oh' and apologized. "Sorry."

"Just go to the Chief's office!"

Shawn nodded and ran to the Chief's office, waving at Juliet as he passed. When the Chief noticed she was not alone in her office, she spoke, getting straight to the point. "Mr. Spencer, I just wanted to apologize for my indecent behavior yesterday. I pushed you when you obviously didn't need it and I'm sorry."

Shawn smiled; he'd been doing that a lot lately. "It's fine, Chief. I just don't like people prying into my personal life. I got defensive and I know you were just trying to help."

Chief Vick smirked. "You know, that was probably the most mature thing you said to me since I've known you."

Shawn grinned devilishly. "Don't worry about me, Chief. I'll have to make up for it eventually." Shawn looked out the office glass windows. "Oh! Look there! Lassie's doing paperwork? Wouldn't it be a shame if I went over there and provoked him?"

Chief Vick looked as if she were about to say something – probably a warning – but Shawn was already out the door to Lassiter's desk.

The Chief watched in dreaded anticipation as Shawn whispered something in Lassiter's ear. Within seconds her Head Detective's face became as red as a tomato as he began throwing pencils childishly at the psychic, who began to run away when the detective stood up.

This had the Chief intrigued. This had to be a new record for Shawn. It took him a mere five seconds to anger the older man. What could he have possibly said?

"Mr. Spencer! Detective Lassiter! I think that's quite enough rough-housing. I'm not done with you yet either, Shawn."

Shawn waved goodbye at an irritated Lassiter and practically skipped back to the Chief's office. "What else is there?" Shawn asked.

"I first want to know what the hell you said to Lassiter to make him so irritated!"

Shawn shrugged. "I told him that we should have a threesome with Gus or Jules. He got a little possessive." He laughed.

The Chief glared. "Don't lie to me, Mr. Spencer."

Shawn smirked. "How do you know I'm lying?"

The Chief thought about that. Were Shawn and Lassiter in a relationship? The tension between the two was phenomenal, but was it still there? I'll have to wait and see. She thought. "Shawn, what you do in your personal time is none of my business, so long as it doesn't interfere with your work here at the police station. What is my business is the case I'm hiring you for."

Shawn perked up. "A case? Of course! Hire away!"

The Chief grabbed a case file from her desk. "This case is a homicide. You will be working with – and I do mean with – Detectives Lassiter and O'Hara. If I hear of any feuding between you and my Head Detective"-

She was cut off by Shawn holding his hand up. "Don't worry Chief. I'm pretty sure our differences are settled. Now, can I have the case file?" He said eagerly.

The Chief blinked. Maybe Shawn is dating Lassiter. She sighed. At least this solves their constant bickering problem. I hope. "Yes. Now take it to Lassiter. He'll need to look over it as well."

Shawn saluted her. "Yes ma'am!" Then he was out the door to Lassiter's desk shouting, "Lassie! We have a case!"

The Chief shook her head. "He sure does have a lot of energy..."

Meanwhile, Lassiter looked up from his paperwork on his current case at the sound of Shawn's voice. He blinked. "I thought I was working the Marshall case?"
"Nope. Guess not. Besides, you've already interrogated him. There's not much else..." Shawn trailed off, apparently fixated on something else.

"Spencer?"

No response.

Lassiter sighed. He'd seen this enough to know when Shawn was having a vision. So, instead of leaving the psychic to stand in the middle of the precinct, he guided Shawn to sit in the chair next to his desk. He then took the case file from Shawn's hand and began to read through it. However, before he got even halfway through the file, a rookie officer called Lassiter's name. "Um, excuse me. Detective Lassiter?"

"Hmm?" Lassiter grunted.

"Is that man alright?"

Lassiter rolled his eyes and glared at the officer. "Aren't rookie cops supposed to be briefed on all the consultants around here?"

"Well, I know that's the psychic, but his nose is bleeding..."

Lassiter's head turned quickly to Shawn, noticing the blood coming from his nose. "Shit..." Lassiter mumbled. "Go on. I'll take care of it." The rookie ran off just as Lassiter was saying, "Jesus Christ, Spencer! How much blood do you have in there?"

Just then Shawn gasped, signaling his conscious return. "Lassie, why are you holding my nose?"

"Because it's bleeding, Nimrod. Now what did you see?"

"It's about the case. It's a robbery homicide. I also know why the Chief put me on this case as well."

"And that would be why?"

"Because it's on gypsy land. I'm the only one that can get you, Gus, the Chief, Jules, and my dad on that land."

Lassiter pulled the ball of tissues away from Shawn's nose; it had stopped bleeding finally. "Why the Chief and your dad? I understand Guster, O'Hara, and me, but why them?"

"Because my vision told me to bring them, too."

Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Oh, so now your visions are sentient entities that can talk to you?"

Shawn glared. "No! Visions are like videos in a movie theatre. I see them only once and I can't rewind. Also, in a movie theatre, management decides what movies to show. I receive the visions in kind of the same way. The higher-ups, or Fate, decide what visions I receive."

Lassiter thought about that. "That… explains a lot, actually."

Shawn smirked. "I've been thinking about how to explain that to a powerless for a long time."

"So, what did your vision entail, exactly?"

"Well, I saw a necklace, the woman, and where her house was. I saw all of us on her property – that's how I knew the Chief and Dad had to go. I also got a glimpse of the robber. Before you freak out and take me to a sketch artist, I didn't see his face. I just heard his thoughts."

"It's definitely a man, though, right? What was he thinking, exactly?"

"He was threatened into stealing the necklace. Someone kidnapped his girlfriend. He had to steal it or the kidnapper would kill her."

"So we have a kidnapper and a missing necklace. The thing I'm wondering is what's so important about the necklace?"

Shawn shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe it's a stolen family heirloom?"

Lassiter brushed that idea off with a wave of his hand. "We can only speculate. Let's get everyone together. We need to get down there and see firsthand what happened."

Shawn nodded. "I'll call Gus and my dad. We'll leave as soon as they get here."

"I'll get O'Hara and the Chief." Lassiter said as he stood up. When Shawn pulled his phone out to dial either his dad or Gus, Lassiter went to the records' room; Juliet had wandered that way earlier so Lassiter logically would check there first. He found her just as she walked out.

"Carlton!" She jumped. "What're you doing back here?"

Lassiter glared. "I work here. I can be here if I want."

"Oh. Right."

"Anyways, I was looking for you." He said. "C'mon. We have a case to work."

Juliet nodded. She knew when Lassiter got that look it would be best to follow orders. She followed the Head Detective to the Chief's office, who looked up from her work. "Yes, detectives?"

Lassiter spoke, finally clearing the vagueness of the case they were supposed to be working on. "Spencer's had a vision."

"Okay, he does this all the time. Why does it involve me?" She asked.

"Apparently you, O'Hara, Guster, Henry, Spencer, and I are all supposed to be at the house that was robbed last night."

"Does he have a specific reason?"

"No. He just said we all need to be there."

The Chief mulled this over in her head. "Alright. Let's get going, detectives."

The three officers walked out to see Henry, Shawn, and Gus having a conversation about the case they were going to be working on. When they noticed the others had arrived, they stood up from their seated positions on the bench. "Alright everyone. I want you all to follow me and Gus to the gypsy reservation gate. I'll get you in."

Henry eyed Shawn suspiciously, but said nothing. Something was wrong, he could tell. Shawn wasn't telling the whole story. The thing is, what is he hiding?

The group of six then left the precinct and went to their respective vehicles. Shawn and Gus took the lead, as Shawn was going to give directions. They made it to the reservation in twenty minutes.

"Okay, Gus. Park here." Gus nodded, parked, and turned off his car.

As the two men got out, Gus asked, "Is there a reason we can't just drive in?"

"Of course."

Just then, the others walked up. "And that reason would be..." Henry said.

"You all need a visitor's pass." Shawn answered. The others just nodded. They all knew of the secrecy of the gypsies. It's no wonder they have a visitor system.

The group then walked up to the gate where they were stopped by two gypsies. "Hey, Shawn. Who're they?"

Shawn looked around, pretending he didn't know what the gypsy was talking about. "Oh, these guys? I'm taking them to the crime site. You know, with the stolen jewelry?" At the guards' suspicion, Shawn said, "Look. I'll deal with the repercussions later. I had a vision and they were involved. Three of them are police officers – which, by the way, you guys gave the case to them so you really shouldn't be complaining – one of them is my dad and the other is my best friend. I know them. They won't say a word."

The guards looked at each other, as if mulling it over between them silently. "They can come in on one condition. You will go to the council first. They will not be allowed in otherwise."

Shawn nodded as the gate opened to reveal a town. It was filled with bustling people and busied buildings. In the center was a large courthouse-like building. The others followed Shawn into that building where a small reception desk was located. A small woman stood behind the desk. Before she could greet the others, however, Shawn spoke. "I demand an emergency council meeting.

The woman, in a formal voice, said, "What is your reasoning?"

"I want to allow five powerless onto the reservation."

The woman's eyes widened. "Very well. Go through there. The council will be waiting."

Shawn nodded once. "Thank you." Then, he turned to the others. "C'mon guys. We've got a council to meet!" He said in his usual carefree tone, though inside he was panicking. Lassiter could sense Shawn's unease, but left it alone. He wanted so much to comfort him, but Lassiter couldn't. Not in front of the others. He also knew that, if Shawn was nervous, the council must be pretty important to gypsy society. How could Lassiter even begin to understand how to comfort that?

The six walked into the council room where a group of five older women greeted them. They were sitting around a large table that resembled a larger version of the judge's seat in a courtroom. As Lassiter studied the room, he realized the whole place resembled a large courtroom. Lassiter's analyzing was cut short, however, by one of the councilwomen speaking.

"Shawn Spencer. What is the meaning of this?"

Shawn folded his arms. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Another woman spoke. Lassiter recognized her instantly. Hera? Shawn's mentor is a member of a council?

"Shawn. How many times have I told you that the powerless are not allowed on the reservation?"

"I want to make an exception."

The other four councilwomen started bickering amongst themselves. Hera silenced them with a resounding, "Quiet!" When they were quiet, she continued. "Why do you want to make an exception?"

"Because"-

Shawn was cut off by another councilwoman. "You think because you are different you can just waltz in here making demands? Well think again boy! You still answer to us!"

"I'm not making demands..."

The woman ignored Shawn's refute. "No! I will not have you thinking you own this reservation just because you are a male gypsy with powers! You think you're special? Well, think again. You will answer to us just like the rest of this gypsy tribe."

Lassiter could practically see the anger rolling off Shawn in waves. The second the woman had stopped talking, the entire atmosphere was filled with a cold chill, originating from Shawn's body. When he spoke again, it was with more conviction than anyone had ever seen Shawn show. "Are you done?" Shawn asked, an underlying threat evident if she wasn't. When she didn't speak, Shawn continued. "You think just because I'm different that I think I deserve special treatment? Well then I think that council power you have has gone straight to your head. I have never thought I deserve special treatment.

"Councilwoman Hera, you've taught me that as a gypsy, our goal is to protect the powerless and keep our knowledge secret from them because they will fear what is out there. But we've all been taught that we are human, just like the powerless, therefore we are no different from them.

"Now, when I think of these concepts, I believe full-heartedly that we are corrupt. We hide our knowledge, yet we are the same as them? How is that protection. If the powerless don't know what's out there, how can they defend themselves?

"That is why I motion that you allow these powerless onto the reservation as a test. If they prove themselves worthy, then the other powerless should be allowed on the reservation as well."

Four of the councilwomen nodded their heads in agreement. The other one just refused to agree. "No! Fate has given us orders to obey! We mustn't listen to this boy!"

Hera spoke next. "But according to our records, Fate has also told us that things change with time. Maybe this is one of those things! I second Shawn Spencer's motion. Councilwomen, this calls for a vote. All in favor of allowing these powerless on the reservation, say I."

Four members said 'I.'

"Well then, state your names."

The five powerless introduced themselves.

"Juliet O'Hara, Karen Vick, Henry Spencer, Burton Guster, and Carlton Lassiter, by my right and the vote of the council, you are free to roam the reservation as you please. Remember, you are representing powerless everywhere as well as Shawn, so don't do anything you'll regret. Council dismissed."

The council then stood up and Shawn bowed his head, a sign of respect no one had ever seen him show before. When the psychic lifted his head, he turned to see five people staring at him expectantly. "What?" Shawn asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Henry spoke first. "Shawn, you do realize what you just did, right?"

Shawn shrugged his shoulders. "You guys needed to get to the crime scene and that was the only way it could happen."

"Shawn, you could have very well changed history for both gypsies and us as well as put us all under a lot of pressure and all you can do is shrug your shoulders?"

"Dad, trust me. I know what I did. I know the implications of what I did, but it had to be done. I've been thinking about changing that rule for a long time, but I've never had the opportunity until now."

There was a bit of silence before Henry said, "Good job kid. We won't let you down."

Shawn smiled. "Thanks, Dad."

"Wait a minute," the Chief began. "What did he do, exactly?"

Shawn answered for everyone. "I gave you freedom to come on the reservation. That means I don't have to follow gypsy law and keep secrets from you all anymore."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I'm like Morgan Freeman. Completely serious."

"Hey, Spencer."

"Yes, Lassie dear?"

"I need to talk to you. Alone." Said Lassiter in his usual no-nonsense tone.

"Hmm... Alright, but this better not be too long. We do have a robbery slash homicide to investigate."

Lassiter just nodded and practically dragged Shawn out of the courtroom, leaving the other four to stand there, wondering what just happened.

After a bout of silence, Henry said, "Twenty bucks says they're sleeping together."

There was an immediate sigh of relief from the Chief. "Thank God! I thought I was crazy for thinking that. Now I'm not the only one."

Juliet was the first to oppose. "Hold on!"

"What?" Henry asked.

"There's no way Shawn and Lassiter are sleeping together." Gus said.

"How so?" Henry challenged.

Juliet held up her hand, counting the reasons as she spoke. "Let's see... They are polar opposites, they fight all the time, they can't stand each other, and they try to get the better of each other all the time. How do you explain that?"

Vick spoke next. "Well, they say that opposites attract."

"And they fight all the time to deny their feelings, which is why they can't stand each other." Henry further explained.

"Oh, and they try to get the better of each other because of they're trying to impress the other, consciously or not." The Chief concluded.

Gus spoke up next. "I still go by what I said. There's no way they're sleeping together. You're on, Henry." He then held out his hand.

Henry took it, smirking. "We'll see, Gus. We'll see."

Meanwhile, after Lassiter had dragged Shawn into a bathroom, the detective pushed Shawn against the nearest wall. "A little rough today, are we?" That was all Shawn could get out before Lassiter's mouth assaulted his, making the psychic gasp.

Shawn grabbed and pulled at Lassiter's hair while Lassiter's hands bruised his slender hips. When they pulled away to breathe, Lassiter smirked. As vocal as the younger man was, he had become speechless. "You need to do that more often." Lassiter said, his voice low and filled with lust.

Shawn, with his half-lidded eyes, asked, "Do what?"

"You need to be more authoritative. It's..." Lassiter trailed off, not wanting to say the embarrassing comment out loud, but if there was one thing he knew about Shawn, it was that he was very blunt.

"It's hot?" Shawn suggested.

Lassiter laughed softly. "Yes."

Shawn smirked, blatantly eying Lassiter up and down. "I think we should take care of that." He nodded towards Lassiter's obvious erection. When Lassiter realized Shawn's meaning, he immediately spoke up, "Oh, no. I'm not having sex in a bathroom!"

"Oh c'mon, Lassie! It'll be different!"

"Yeah, and unsanitary."

Shawn moved his fingertips to unbutton Lassiter's shirt, said detective not doing anything to stop him. Apparently the older man was not as convinced with him choice as he sounded. "I promise I'll return the favor." Shawn whispered in Lassiter's ear. He then moved just slightly to place a light kiss on the detective's lips. That was all it took for Lassiter to cave. He pulled the psychic into the last stall in the restroom, once again pressing his mouth to his lover's lips.

Shawn busied himself with unbuttoning Lassiter's shirt the rest of the way as the detective left bite marks all over Shawn's neck. Eventually, Shawn's hard work paid off, revealing Lassiter's chest, which Shawn then proceeded to run his fingers across. Lassiter had managed to take off Shawn's shirt and take off his pants, which he was now stripping Shawn of. The two men were eventually naked after their obvious effort.

Before Lassiter could even react to having his Soul Mate's naked body before him, Shawn was on his knees. Lassiter was going to tell his lover he didn't have to do that, but all he could manage was an "Oh, fuck!" as Shawn enveloped the head of his cock in the heat of his mouth.

Lassiter was by no means small, yet Shawn took in every bit of Lassiter, deep-throating like a pro. Shawn worked at a quick pace, bobbing his head along Lassiter's shaft. The detective didn't want to hurt Shawn, but as he got closer to his rapidly approaching climax, he couldn't help but thrust into his willing mouth. Shawn seemed to take this all in stride because he grabbed Lassiter's ass, encouraging his thrusts. Soon enough, Lassiter came with a strangled cry deep in Shawn's throat, who swallowed all he could. When Shawn came back up, he smirked at Lassiter, who was still speechless. "Best blowjob you've ever had or what?" He boasted.

Lassiter just steadied his breathing. However, when he noticed Shawn was still hard, he pushed Shawn against the brick wall and kissed him for all he was worth. It was an erotic feeling, tasting his own cum. Between him kissing Shawn and the fresh memory of Shawn on his knees had Lassiter already growing hard again. The detective may be an older man but that didn't mean his libido was shot. He just hoped Shawn could keep up with him.

Lassiter pulled away from the kiss only to hold his fingers to Shawn's lips. "Suck," he ordered. Shawn obliged, taking the digits into his mouth. When Lassiter thought his fingers were well-slicked, he pulled them out of Shawn's mouth. He then had Shawn spread his legs to press his index fingers inside of Shawn. "Carlton..." Shawn moaned.

Lassiter quickly inserted his second finger, scissoring the two digits to stretch his lover. When Shawn was as prepared as he was going to get, the older man pulled his fingers out of the younger man and spit into his hand. He then quickly ran it up and down his cock as a lube supplement.

The detective lifted his gypsy to line himself up with his entrance. He pushed in just as Shawn wrapped his legs around Lassiter. The psychic clawed at Lassiter's back until the detective was buried to the hilt. When Shawn adjusted to Lassiter's cock inside him, he nodded to Lassiter, willing him to move. Lassiter quickly obliged. Shawn moaned loudly from the harsh thrusts.

Lassiter shushed Shawn. "You... don't want... them to find... us... do you?" He gasped.

Shawn shook his head. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, but he couldn't keep the whimpers that passed his lips.

Soon enough, Shawn was close. Unfortunately, he heard the door to the restroom open. Shawn immediately recognized the two auras. Oh, fuck. He thought. Gus! Dad!

Lassiter had to have heard the door open as well, but he didn't quiet his thrusts. Shawn covered his mouth to keep from crying out.

The two unsuspecting men, meanwhile, were currently having a debate.

"No! I still cannot accept that Shawn and Lassiter are sleeping together. There's just no way!" Gus said.

Shawn almost laughed.

"How could they not be? Shawn just went off with Lassiter earlier. He didn't even make a snarky comment at all. Shawn never stops those stupid comments of his. He knows Lassiter hates his stupid comments, so he stopped them. He would only stop them if he really cared about that person. Therefore, they are sleeping together." Henry explained.

Shawn heard a faucet turn on. "Whatever, Henry." Then he heard the bathroom door open and close. There was silence afterwards.

Lassiter suddenly slammed into Shawn, causing the younger man to cry out. "Carlton!"

Shawn felt Lassiter brush against his prostate. That was all it took for Shawn to lose it. He came hard on both of their chests. Lassiter came soon after, releasing deep inside of his Soul Mate. The two both collapsed onto the floor.

When the two men could move, Lassiter cleaned off both his and Shawn's chest. Then they both went to grab their clothes and changed.

"Ew..." Shawn said while zipping up his pants.

"What?" Lassiter asked.

"That is a nasty feeling." At Lassiter's questioning gaze, Shawn explained, "Putting on your pants with cum inside you is not a pleasant feeling."

Lassiter blushed. "S-sorry."

Shawn waved his hand in dismissal. "It's fine. I just hope I get home soon."

Suddenly, Lassiter pulled the gypsy into his arms and placed his lips against his. "You're amazing, you know that, right?"

Shawn smirked, though his carefree expression was offset by his blush. "Why do you think I have an answering machine that says 'The Amazing Shawn Spencer?'"

Lassiter laughed. "You're a smartass, too."

The detective opened the stall door allowing Shawn to walk out first. "So," Shawn began. "What did you think of my dad's and Gus' conversation?"

Lassiter fully laughed. "That was too funny. I thought you were going to lose it."

"Well, what I don't understand is how you can keep a straight face through that. Heh. Straight face. Get it?"

Lassiter glared. "Ha, ha. Very funny. You come up with that by yourself?"

"Nope! I had your help!"

"To answer your question," Lassiter started, changing the subject. "I hear the dumbest shit every day from a lot of people who come into the station. I can keep a straight face when I want to."

Shawn nodded. "Huh. Never knew that." He paused, then, "Wait, is that why you never found my jokes funny? You were just holding your laughs in?"

Lassiter wasn't sure if he should answer truthfully for fear of adding to his boyfriend's overblown ego, but decided he didn't like to lie to Shawn. "I'll admit some were amusing…" He mumbled, but Shawn heard him all the same. The psychic jumped into the other's arms, pressing his lips against Lassiter's while making sure to give the detective his control. When he pulled away, Lassiter was smiling while he asked, "What was that for?"

"I knew you cared!" Shawn said, smiling in return.

Lassiter looked at him in disbelief. "I never said I didn't."

"Yes you have. Lots of times." Shawn countered.

"I'll admit I've said I never cared for your actions, but I eventually came to realize they were a part of you. However, I have never said I don't care about you."

Shawn thought about this. "You're right." Shawn grabbed Lassiter's tie and pulled him down, crushing his lips against the older man's. Lassiter reacted quickly and pulled Shawn flush against him by his hips. When they needed air, they pulled apart, gasping and gazing into each other's eyes.

"Christ, you're amazing, Shawn. I think I'm getting addicted." Lassiter said, through his heavy breathing.

Shawn, who was also gasping, said, "I already am."

They stared silently into each other's eyes, never wanting to forget this moment of pure bliss. However, both were sure that the others were getting suspicious of their prolonged absence.

Lassiter broke the silence first. "We should get going."

Shawn's shoulders visibly slumped. He wanted to stay longer in Lassiter's arms. "Probably." He sighed. "Let's go."

Lassiter held the door open for Shawn, who said something along the lines of, "Such a gentleman!"

Henry spoke first, for he was the first to notice their arrival. "What took you two so long?"

Without missing a beat, Shawn said, "Lassie wanted a tour and he didn't want to admit his fascination with the place in front of everyone." Lassiter glared, but didn't say anything. After all, he was no good at cover stories.

Henry didn't believe a word that Shawn had just said, but he had no evidence to prove otherwise so he let it go. Gus is not going to win this bet. Henry thought. No way.

"So, are we ready to go?" Juliet asked. Everyone nodded. "Okay then. Let's get going."

The group reacted instantly. They each got in their respective cars; Juliet with Lassiter, Shawn with Gus, and Henry and the Chief in their own cars. Gus let Shawn drive; he had no idea where he was going and they were taking the lead.

"Man, this woman lived out in the boonies. How much land does the gypsy community own?" Gus asked his best friend.

Shawn shrugged. "I don't know exactly but it's a lot, I know that much."

"How did we not even cross this area? Don't you think as kids we would've come across it?"

Shawn smirked. "I don't know about other people, but I'm the one that kept you from going onto gypsy land. Don't you remember all those times I said 'we can't go in there' or 'I don't want to go in there?'"

Gus furrowed his brow in thought. "Mostly I remember you doing things you're not supposed to, but yeah. I remember you saying something like that."

"Well, this is why. It was gypsy land. I couldn't let you on else I get in huge trouble. I didn't have any authority like I do now."

"Authority?" Gus questioned.

Shawn smiled devilishly. "It comes with being the student of a member of the council."

Gus glared. "When did you become a student of one of them? And why? They're mean!"

Shawn laughed at his best friend's tone. "To make a long story short, she chose me as her student when I turned six. We are required to have a teacher who will help us understand what we are and why we're here."

"But why did this woman pick you? She must've known you're an idiot." Gus teased while Shawn glared.

"Don't make me go limp while driving." Shawn warned.

Gus' eyes grew wide. "Oh no, Shawn. The last time you did that we were almost killed! Why do you think I don't ever let you drive?"

"Ah, but the fact of the matter is we weren't killed, were we?" Shawn laughed at Gus' expression. "Anyways, to answer your question, she picked me because I was different and I would need somebody who could handle it."

"How so?"

"I'm the first male gypsy with powers."

At that moment, Gus' face resembled a fish out of water. "There are no other gypsies like you?"

Shawn smiled sadly. "Nope. It's just me. All alone."

There was a beat of silence before Gus said in a very serious tone, "Shawn, you will never be alone. You're too damned perky to not have people who care about you."

"Geez, you sound like my dad…" Shawn deadpanned.

As they pulled into the driveway, Shawn sensed something was wrong. Something about the house seemed… off, but he didn't say anything. It's probably nothing.

The group gathered on the front yard of the dead woman's house. As the gypsy walked up the steps to the front porch with his Soul Mate, he grew antsy, confirming that he had a right to his earlier nervousness.

Lassiter was about to reach for the door, but Shawn stopped him. "Yes, Spencer? What is it?" Although his exterior was calm and indifferent, Lassiter's eyes were silently asking his spoken question with more sincerity.

"Let me grab the handle. I might be able to sense more."

"Do you think someone's in there?" Lassiter asked as he reached for his gun.

Shawn sighed. "I don't know for sure. I just think I might get something if I grab the door."

Lassiter stepped aside and gestured towards the door. "Go ahead."

Shawn nodded and, albeit hesitantly, grabbed the handle. When nothing happened he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Lassie?"

"Yes, Spencer?"

"I'm not sure it's safe. Let me go in first."

Lassiter glared. "You tell me, the cop, it's not safe and you want me to let you, the civilian, go in first? You're crazy, Spencer. Now move."

Shawn grabbed Lassiter's arm, pulling him back. "No!" He shouted, drawing the attention of the others who were standing in the yard. "This isn't something to be taken lightly. I'm not saying someone is in there. I'm saying something is in there!" Shawn dropped his volume. "It might not be human."

Lassiter, ever the stubborn one, refused to allow his submissive Soul Mate to go in unprotected. However, he was willing to compromise; he didn't know exactly what was going on and he knew Shawn had experience in the area of the unknown. "I'm not letting you in first, but I'll let you in after me, is that understood?" Lassiter said authoritatively, hoping that Shawn would listen to his Dominant's Command.

Shawn nodded. "Yes."

"Then let's go." Lassiter said as he reached for the door handle. When he opened it, his gun was pulled out and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Lassiter went through and cleared the whole house of any suspects, human or otherwise. There was nobody he could see. As he returned to Shawn, he just hoped that there was nothing he couldn't see in the house.

"The house is clear Spencer. What were you so worked up…" He trailed off when he noticed Shawn wasn't listening. He was staring out at nothing in particular with his hand on the wall. Another vision? Lassiter guessed.

The detective went outside, motioning for the others to come as well. "Where's Shawn?" Henry asked as soon as he walked in.

Ever the overprotective one, isn't he? Lassiter thought. "Staring at a wall, why?" When Henry didn't understand, Lassiter explained. "It's probably a vision. He must've touched the wall and it happened."

Henry nodded, showing he understood. "Well, do we just wait until Shawn come back or do some investigating?"

"Let's look around. O'Hara, the Chief, and I will gather evidence." Lassiter replied.

Lassiter walked over to the room where the body was. She was an older woman, yet she looked healthy other than the fact that she was dead. "O'Hara," Lassiter called.

"Yes, Carlton?"

"What happened here?"

Knowing exactly what he was asking for, Juliet began to speak. "The victim's name is Mary Spinnett, age sixty-three. She was shot in the back of the head."

"Spencer mentioned something was stolen. What did the perp take?"

"A necklace."

The head detective nodded. "Gather some evidence. Have the Chief help. We are the only ones on this case so we'll be here a while."

Juliet's annoyed sigh turned into a gasp as a blood-curdling scream was heard throughout the house. Lassiter recognized the voice immediately. Shawn!

Completely forgetting his police training, Lassiter ran through the house in record speed. When he reached Shawn he saw him on the floor, convulsions wracking his body. "Shawn!" Lassiter called.

As if at the sound of his Soul Mate's voice, the psychic stopped seizing. When Lassiter was sure Shawn was done, he bolted over to help the younger man sit up.

By this time, everyone was in the room, watching the scene unfold before them. Lassiter, who really didn't care about the audience, cupped Shawn's face between his hands and said in a tender tone, "Shawn? Shawn, baby, c'mon. Wake up." He then placed a soft kiss on Shawn's forehead.

Slowly, Shawn's eyes fluttered open to reveal a worried Lassiter. "L-Lassie?" He said.

"Yeah, Shawn. It's me."

Tears began to form in Shawn's eyes. While this startled Lassiter, it did not keep him from comforting the psychic. He pulled Shawn into his arms, hoping it would help calm the younger man. When he seemed to calm down, Lassiter pulled away. However, he was still close enough to give Shawn the comfort of having a loved one close. "Hey, baby. You want to tell me what you saw?" Lassiter said.

Shawn nodded. "We have to get that necklace back." He explained. "It has some kind of magic in it. I've never seen it before, but the necklace is being used for something horrible."

Lassiter had so many questions, but only one came out. "What are they doing with the necklace?"

Shawn looked into Lassiter's eyes with so much fear that the detective couldn't help but feel a little fearful himself. "Lassie, somehow they're using the necklace to take away a gypsy's free will. They're controlling us."

Pretty intense, right? If you think so, please review! If not, review anyways! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

On a side note... Who agrees with Lassie on bathroom sex?