Holes

By the time Lassiter had clocked out, it was 7:30 at night and he had double checked to make sure that all of his paperwork was done so that he could sleep in a bit the next day. He didn't head straight home however, instead he had grabbed Spencer's key from O'Hara and was now dialling Guster for directions to Shawn's apartment.

"Detective Lassiter" Gus answered on the first ring "how's Shawn?"

"He's fine" Lassiter said "and why do you sound so eager? He's not on lock down, you can call / visit whenever Guster."

"I know" Gus said "I have a full work load all week, all my work got backed up when Shawn was in the hospital and now that he's out I'm paying for it. The earliest I can come by is Saturday it really sucks."

Lassiter didn't like that answer at all, but he supposed he understood "At least call him" Lassiter said "Talk about puppets, or pineapples, or something I don't know."

Gus actually laughed at him.

"Alright fine, I was going to call him anyway – now is there another reason you called me for or was that everything you needed?"

"Actually" Lassiter started "O'Hara gave me Spencer's key, suggested I grab a couple board games for him."

"Connect four" Gus replied immediately.

Again with the connect four, is it even a good game?

"Okay I'll grab Connect four, just direct me to his place would you?"

Connect four was probably the easiest game Lassiter had ever played. The rules were exactly what the game was called and it never took too long for a round to end. It was a decent game. There was just one problem.

"How the hell do you keep winning?"

Shawn looked up from the other side of the grid, and gave an evil little grin.

He had perked up a bit by the time Lassiter had stepped in the door at exactly 8 like he said he would, having greeted the detective freshly washed, and dressed. However both his jeans and his father's old uniform shirt seemed to hang off of him, a good size too big.

"I always win at connect four" Shawn said "Connect four, Battleship, Mouse Trap, ask Gus. I'm undefeated."

Lassiter frowned and responded by pulling out the bottom of the grid. Black and Red game pieces falling and scattering on the table top "I'm red this round" Lassiter insisted.

"Fine" Shawn said "I warn you though – it won't make a difference."

"Oh I'm sure it will" Lassiter said "I'm a detective Spencer; I can read your patterns. You're becoming repetitive."

Two rounds later and Lassiter still hadn't won a game.

"Detective" Shawn repeated in a teasing tone "You're strong, arrogant, quick witted, a force to be reckoned with – to most. Still however; your determination and odd resemblance to Rowan Atkinson renders you no match for the psychic." By the time Shawn finished talking, he was impersonating Hannibal Lecture.

"That's – incredibly creepy." Lassiter said "Stop it."

Shawn chuckled throwing an arm around the table to pat his forearm.

"No worries Lassie" Shawn piped "Someday soon I'll become Connect Four world champion, and in my acceptance speech I'll give you credit for exercising my skills. You'll become a renowned Connect Four Couch! We'll both be famous, multi-billionaires! I see big things in our future!" As Shawn spoke he held his hands up to his temple and started a hypnotizing hum, followed by another chuckle.

This was the Spencer he was used to, the jumpy, smiling Spencer who mocked every little thing Lassiter did and say. Lassiter found himself watching Spencer with a feeling of comfort, actually savouring the fact Spencer was laughing.

It's great to see that smile again.

Sigh. Those weird thoughts again, Lassiter didn't argue with that one though – Spencer was supposed to laugh, when he wasn't – he was just plain sad. He watched as Spencer turned in his seat then springing to the fridge to grab another apple.

"More juice?" Lassiter asked "How much did you drink today?"

"Uh" Shawn responded "You may or may not be low on apples."

"I'll buy more" Lassiter said.

"Pineapples to" Shawn said "I looove me some pineapples!" Shawn poured water into the monkey's mouth.

"Pineapples to" Lassiter agreed and he actually shared with Shawn a small smile, and soon the monkey again was screeching to life and Shawn was coming back over to the table sipping on more juice.

"So Gus called" Shawn said then "Coming over on Saturday."

"Great, I'll make plans to be elsewhere." Lassiter said,

"You're going to let Gus and I have free reign of the place? Very brave man Lassie."

"I figure it's been awhile since you two really- I mean not forever but since you got sick – I just thought it was a nice thing to do." Lassiter suddenly found one of the game pieces very interesting. Staring at it intently he missed how wide Shawn had smiled then.

"Thanks Lassie" he said.

"What time is it?" Shawn asked then, and Lassiter looked to his watch.

"Eleven" He said, and yawning Shawn turned and headed for the living room.

"Going to bed now" Shawn yawned loudly, and very dramatically he stretched his arms out like a douche-bag in a movie theatre.

I swear to god he's 10…

"Get back here and take your pills Spencer" Lassiter said curtly. This caused a pouty Shawn to step back into the kitchen after only a few steps, but obediently he went to the fridge and reached up grabbing his pill bottle.

"Two" Lassiter reminded him.

Shawn begrudgingly obliged and soon two antibiotics were swallowed and he once again was moving to the living room.

"Good night Lassie"

"See you in the morning Spencer."

When Shawn had finally settled down, Lassiter decided to fix himself some tea. The water was boiled and the tea was steeped when he opened the fridge to grab milk. All of the food he left wrapped up for Shawn was still there. Needless to say Lassiter was a little astounded by this, and he made quick to check all his cupboards and drawers. Say for the apples, there wasn't a scrap of food missing that hadn't been missing yesterday. Shawn hadn't eaten.

"Dammit Spencer!" he grumbled lowly, how the hell was someone supposed to recover if they didn't bloody well eat?

Tomorrow, Lassiter was force feeding Spencer breakfast tomorrow. For now though he was just going to drink his tea and go to bed. Spencer could live a day with out food.

Going to bed was a good idea, Lassiter was tired. He had spent the better part of his day worrying if Spencer was getting along okay alone in his apartment and he still had to arrange a talk with the doctor to maybe get a switch up of Antibiotics.

"Another long day tomorrow" Lassiter grumbled, he made sure to set his clock for early.

Sleep didn't come easily, Lassiter had to toss and turn a few times before he felt his eyes start to finally close. He had just managed to start blocking out his surroundings when he heard a loud crash.

"Spencer!" He shouted – what the hell was Shawn doing?

"Spencer!" He hollered again, when he got no response all of Lassiter's red lights went off. Springing from his bed he grabbed the pistol he kept in his drawer. He easily switched off the safety and left his room in police formation.

"Spencer?" He whispered into the dark, he still got nothing. The first place he checked was the couch where Spencer was supposed to be sleeping. The only thing he found on the couch being a scrambled up blanket, and a pillow which looked like it had been punched repeatedly. That can't be good.

Lassiter really didn't feel right, the gun still clasped tightly in his grasp. It was a comfort thing.

"Spencer where are you?" Lassiter said this in a normal tone now, lowering his gun to aim at the ground, and he slinked for the kitchen.

"Spencer?" He tried again, when he still got nothing he turned for the kitchen light switching it on. The sudden burst of the fluorescent bulbs temporarily blinded the detective, and took Lassiter a second to blink the spots out of his eyes before he found Spencer sitting on his kitchen floor. Spencer had his knees pulled up to his chest and he was examining his knuckles which were starting to bruise.

"Spencer …what the hell?" Concern immediately overtook Lassiter and he put the safety back on his gun and dropped to gun on his counter, he kneeled by Shawn laying a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened Spencer?"

Shawn didn't say anything, he just looked at his hands and then looked upward, Lassiter followed the path of Shawn's eyes and saw a hole in one of his cupboard doors.

"I'll buy you a new door" Shawn finally mumbled. Lassiter was perplexed – Shawn punched a hole in his cupboard. That was out of character – even for a doped up Spencer.

"I'm not worried about that now" Lassiter said "Come on, get up." Holding onto Shawn's arm he helped him up.

"I was angry" Shawn started babbling "Couldn't sleep, just – it was frustrating I couldn't control what I was doing. I'm sorry." He sounded sad then.

"You were angry because you couldn't sleep?" Lassiter asked,

"Yeah" Shawn admitted "I couldn't help it - I think those pills, the pills are driving me crazy Lassie."

Damn pills!

"Okay, Shawn – tomorrow I'm going to work on getting you new pills. Hopefully pills that don't turn you into this, whatever this is. Spencer I don't like this."

More silence followed and Lassiter found himself gritting his teeth as he guided Shawn back to the couch. He sat him down, and grabbing the blanket draped it over Shawn's shoulders.

"Try to sleep again" Lassiter said "and if you feel angry – just, beat on the couch or something."

"I'll pay for the cupboard" Shawn insisted "I feel terrible, you know that isn't me."

"I know" Lassiter said "It'll be fine though, now go to bed." He turned to walk away then, but before he could leave Shawn had grabbed his arm.

"Lassie!" He called out suddenly, now he sounded anxious, and that made Lassiter anxious.

"What is it Spencer?" He asked, and he leaned close to hear whatever it was Shawn had to say.

Leaning close was a bad idea. Lassiter had never been this close to Shawn's face before, and he found himself staring a little too intently. His eyes widened slightly and he couldn't speak.

Whatever was happening between them, he could see that Shawn felt it too, and for the longest time they just kind of stared at each other.

Kiss him! Kiss him!

That evil mind of his was being persistent, and this time Lassiter couldn't not listen. Lassiter felt his head tilt, Shawn's head raising to meet his – he could feel Shawn's breathe on his lips. It sent warm chills all through his body, and he was ready to close the gap between them, to see if Spencer's lips were as soft as they looked.

That's when Lassiter's phone rang.

The sharp ring startled both of them, and Lassiter jumped back – a hot blush forming all over his face.

That almost just happened….I almost – with Spencer ohmygodohmygodohmygod…

His mind was running round in circles, he ran from Shawn then; practically diving for his phone, and answering it by the third ring.

"Go for Lassiter" he said, though he did have to force the words out.

It was O'Hara, a suspect was found trying to skip town and they had to make an arrest. Normally being called on duty this late at night had Lassiter downright pissed but tonight, he was so – so happy.

"Be right there" he hung up the phone, and very reluctantly turned back to face Spencer. If Spencer was just as freaked out as he was – he wasn't showing it. Instead he was staring off into space again. Another down moment

Ah Shit

He didn't feel comfortable leaving so abruptly then. Not now when Shawn was like this, and especially not straight after what almost happened between them.

"Try to sleep" Lassiter tried "I'll be back for morning – okay?"

Shawn didn't answer. Lassiter swallowed a nervous lump that had formed in his throat; he had to get to work. No time for this now. Grabbing his keys he left his place and headed out to meet O'Hara.

A / N: *Squee!* There you have it; Shawn and Lassie's first almost kiss! Was it good? Please let me know! I'm dying to hear some opinions! I was so excited when I finished writing this chapter, you guys have no idea – I mean, after all….

THIS IS WHAT SHASSIE DOES TO MEEEEEE! *Happy / Crazy Derp Face Inserted Here*