-1.06 Weekend Warriors-
Though Shawn wasn't really a psychic he didn't need to be one to know that even though the case was solved Lassiter was still taking Poe's death badly. He was sitting in an empty interrogation room with his head on the cool metal surface of the table. Shawn quietly opened the door slipping in before shutting it equally as quiet.
"Spencer, I have no patience for your ridiculous notions right now." Lassiter muttered not lifting his head.
"I'm not here for that, Lassi." Shawn said softly.
He walked over and seated himself on the table beside Lassiter's head and gently rubbed his hair to sooth him. The detective's shoulders tensed but slowly relaxed at the touch.
"It wasn't your fault ya know." He said softly.
"A solider died on my watch and you're trying to tell me it wasn't my fault?" Lassiter said lifting his head.
"You didn't shoot him, so hence it's not your fault." Shawn announced proudly.
Lassiter kept his head firmly on the tabletop while the psychic continued to stroke his hair soothingly. Shawn stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, trying to think of some way to help the disdained detective. Suddenly an idea struck him! He hopped off the table making Lassiter lift his head at the loss of contact of Shawn's hand on his head.
"I know how to make you feel better!" Shawn said proudly.
"How?" Lassiter asked curious.
The psychic grabbed the detective's hand and pulled him from the chair; tugging him out of the interrogation room then out of the station. He stopped in the parking lot and turned to give Lassiter white toothy grin.
"I'm taking you to Frank's Waffle House!" Shawn declared with a toothy grin.
Lassiter looked adamant about the idea but Shawn grabbed his hand and began tugging him towards Gus's little blue car. The psychic pushed Lassiter into the passenger seat before skipping over to the driver side. Buckling himself in his seat he pulled out of the parking space. They pulled into the Waffle House parking lot and climbed out of the vehicle. Lassiter stare in distaste at the building while Shawn strutted around the car to grab detective's arm. He dragged the older man into the diner and smiled widely at the waitress who led them to a seat. Shawn sat across from the detective and began to talk animatedly at him. As the waitress came by to take their orders Lassiter just ordered a coffee while Shawn ordered a large plate of waffles. Sipping his coffee the detective glanced up at Shawn who was happily eating his waffles.
"Spencer, why did you bring me here?" he finally asked.
Shawn munched his waffle before replying. "Because I figured you needed to get out of that stuffy police station."
Lassiter was confused. "Why?" he asked.
"I know you must be feeling like everyone is judging you." Was Shawn's simple answer.
The detective sighed. He stared at his coffee defeated. He did feel like the other officers blamed him for Poe's death. Maybe they didn't and he just thought they did because he wanted them to blame him as much as he was blaming himself. Shawn placed his hand over Lassiter's and offered him a warm smile. He stood slightly from his seat and leaned across the table and pressed a soft kiss to the detective's lips.
"It isn't your fault." Shawn whispered as he sat back down but kept his hand over Lassiter's.
Carlton smiled and sipped his coffee again.