AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's been over a year since I did one of these and I've been feeling fairly musical lately. Plus I've been getting a lot of requests for a Lassie one so here ya go!

Shawn and Lassiter's Rivalry

Papa Roach- Last Resort (We all know what Lassiter's last resort would be :D )

There were very few instances where Lassiter could say he actually needed Spencer's help. The case with Drimmer and his supposedly haunted condo were a couple. There were other times too, but all of them were when he was at the end of his rope with no other choice but to ask the so called psychic for assistance.

Each time he'd swallow his pride and come, hat in hand, to the Psych office.

Each time Spencer and Guster would spend at least five minutes joking and laughing at his expense.

But… each time, they stuck with it the case, and stuck with him. Dear justice the two idiots actually seemed to care about him, even if Guster didn't think he was innocent most of the time. So, even though it killed him to ask, he didn't absolutely hate it either.

Rammstein- Fuer Frei: Fire at Will (Most people will know this as the song that was at the very beginning of the movie "XxX." )

*Blam* *Blam* *Blam* Carlton dropped the Colt to the counter so he could see his work. Perfect as usual, two to the chest, one to the head. Mozambique drill they called it, but Carlton called it being damn sure someone was down for the count.

He'd always prided himself in his shooting ability. He'd practiced at the Old Senora with Hank on the weekends and had been a crack shot since he was a teenager.

"Lassie!" Carlton cringed at the voice.

"What do you want?" He turned, facing Shawn Spencer, who just loved to bug him during his target practice.

Shawn looked over Carlton's shoulder, "Nice shooting. You're a little off on the headshot though, aim a bit lower and compensate for the upward angle and distance."

Carlton's eyes widened in surprise as Shawn walked away, whistling.

Jerry Reed- East Bound and Down (My only excuse for this being on my I-pod is my husband snuck some songs on there and the rules say no skipping. It gave me a good idea anyway and ended up being pretty funny. Oh, if any of you aren't familiar with the film Smokey and the Bandit… there is another version of this song called "West Bound and Down" that I had to put a reference to.)

Carlton grit his teeth and turned the wheel on his Crown Vic hard and hit the break, causing the car to do a nice sharp 45 degree turn around a corner going at least 50mph. He did love new breaks and after two years of owning the car, he'd just had them replaced.

Even though he'd pulled the sweet move, the other car had been too far ahead and it quickly sped out of sight.

"GO RIGHT!" Shawn yelled from the back seat and pointed. Gus and Juliet were still holding on for dear life.

"Spencer how the hell do you know!?" Carlton yelled back, needing to make a decision quickly.

"Damn it Lassie go East!" Shawn insisted, he'd seen the skid marks from the other car leading that way.

"Shawn! Right is West!" Gus insisted.

"I've heard it both ways!"

Alien Ant Farm- Glow (*Spoilers for mid-season 7* I wasn't going to make this slash, so I had Lassie be the not so casual observer of the Shules break up.)

Watching the volatile back and forth circus that was Juliet and Shawn's relationship was almost entertaining for Carlton Lassiter. It would be more entertaining if it wasn't his partner that was getting hurt over Shawn's antics.

More than once Juliet had to stop him from making good on his threat to shoot Shawn for breaking her heart. So, he'd just taken another route and started to participate in the station betting pools. He'd put a hefty down payment on Shawn definitely hitting for the "other team" and loved the look on the fake's face when he'd told him so.

But, now that Shawn and his partner were back together, that pay day was looking less promising. Juliet somehow even looked happier than she had before, which was odd in itself. Maybe Shawn had found a way to make things up to her, but Carlton always kept a gun on him, and one of these days he figured he might just get to use it.

Smash Mouth- Everyday Superhero (Even though Carlton doesn't have Shawn's abilities, he's still a pretty good detective… ya know, when he isn't blaming dinosaur bites on industrial crab traps... that's just ridiculous)

Lassiter tended to start out his day the same. He'd wake up at 6am, unless he was pulling a night shift, then brush his teeth, pick out his tie, and get dressed. Despite what Shawn said, he took great pride in his appearance, needing to look neat and composed. That's what earns respect. Not fifteen year old t-shirts and antics that would make a clown cringe in embarrassment.

He did let his guard down around his partner, but that was pretty much it. Friends weren't a luxury that a head detective could afford and still keep his mind where it belongs, on his job. Upholding the law wasn't a 9-5 job. It was 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Shawn called him obsessed more than once, but Carlton knew the truth: Crime didn't take a break, so neither would he.

Baltimora- Tarzan Boy (I have no excuses except that everyone has one song they are embarrassed that they like, this is mine and the fates weren't with me considering it came up. Are you sure there's no skipping? *Facepalms*)

Shawn had almost given up. He'd tried for days to get Carlton out of his funk over their latest case. Of course Shawn had solved it, but for some reason the detective was a bit more bitter about it than normal.

The pseudo psychic often tried to get Carlton to loosen up and enjoy life a bit, like he did. Maybe if he wasn't so "by the book" he could look at things in a different way and could have solved the case.

"Come on Lassie! Jules and Gus are going!" Shawn begged.

Carlton opened his mouth to protest, then looked at the stack of papers in front of him. Shawn could have imagined it, but there was a slight twinkle in the detective's eye for just a moment…"Alright Spencer. Let me grab my coat."

Rob Zombie- Dragula (No, this song is not a mis-spelling of Dracula. Dragula was the car that the Munsters drove in the old TV series… so I had to do something about Lassie and his car.)

"Lassie give me the keys!" Shawn complained, bouncing up and down, looking as the suspect escaped in their own vehicle. "You can't drive with a broken arm!"

Carlton gripped his injured appendage, he'd broken it by tackling the suspect to the ground and landing hard. The suspect was injured as well, but was able to get up and ride off. "There is no way on God's green earth you are even putting your grubby hands on my steering wheel." Carlton grumbled and hopped quickly but carefully into the driver's seat.

Shawn shook his head, quickly getting in the vehicle, "I thought Gus was protective of HIS car…"

"Let's do this!" Carlton growled as he gunned the engine and sped into the ditch to get to the other side of the highway then spinning a 180 degree turn before smoking the tires and tailing the bad guy.

The psychic's eyes widened in surprise. "Damn Lassie, you sure know how to drive!"

Papa Roach- Getting Away With Murder (Not taking the literal route on this one. By the way, Papa Roach in concert = AWESOME)

Shawn sat at the local bar, drinking his pineapple daiquiri slowly. It was a hot day, or he'd have opted for something less icy, but the summer heat was getting to him and he was cranky.

It had been a hard day, with a hard case. Days like these made him question his decision to become the Head Psychic for the SBPD.

"Spencer, fancy seeing you here." Carlton walked up to him with a large grin. "So psychic, I think this is a new record for you. Five false accusations. You've outdone yourself this time."

"I got the guy!" Shawn defended, but the truth was more depressing. He'd made the guy nervous with the accusations and the guy came out and confessed. Shawn had tried to play it off as a joke, but no one had bought it this time. He frowned and took another sip of his drink.

"You can only get away with something for so long before it bites you in the ass once and a while Spencer." Carlton patted Shawn condescendingly on the shoulder, before ordering him another drink and walking away with a smirk.

Offspring- I Wanna Be Sedated (We got to see drugged up Shawn, but damn it I wanna see medically drugged up Lassie)

Carlton gripped the hospital bed sheets in both hands, his face contorting with pain. "Someone kill me now. O'Hara, give me my gun! I'm being held hostage!" He struggled against the blankets he was tightly wrapped in, but couldn't seem to figure out how to get out of them, so he sunk back into the bed with a pathetic frown.

Shawn widened his eyes at Carlton's strange behavior. "Dude, it's just an appendix. I wasn't this bad when I had mine taken out."

"Uh, you were a lot worse Shawn." Gus pointed out.

The out of it detective's head rolled to the side and he looked at his fingers as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"How long is he going to be like this, it's kind of interesting." Shawn smiled.

The Who- I Can't Explain (I REALLY wish by the end of the series that Lassie finds out about Shawn. I would love to see what happens.)

For years, he'd watched Shawn… looking for something, anything to nail him for fraud, but there was nothing. Not even a lie detector could get through the façade that the fake had put up. That smug smile he'd given him when the Chief said he'd questioned Shawn enough was almost more than the detective could take.

Sure, the guy had helped with a lot of cases, but lying to the police was a crime itself and should be punished like any other crime. The only thing the nagging voice in the back of his head wanted to know was how.