March 7th: Miffed - 100 words - Image prompt

Warnings: N/A

Fandom: Psych!

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych!


Jump Rope

Carlton Lassiter had to force the air to his lungs in deep breaths, counting to ten. His doctor always told him that his blood pressure was going to be the death of him. He had another idea of what may be the cause, or should he say who, Shawn. Shawn Spencer, self-announced psychic detective, pineapple lover and generally obnoxious extrovert. He could see it now, Spencer comes in, cracks one too many jokes while he's trying to do real detective work and he just keels over.

"Carly! C'mon, skip rope with me! It'll get your blood pumpin' and your brain a'firing!" Lassiter ground his teeth together, to stop the shouting and anger that wanted to make itself known. He already had been written up once this week due to his anger and disrupting the bullpen. So, he ground his teeth and counted to ten, took a deep breath, then to twenty. It wasn't helping. His hot-headed Irish blood boiled and he felt a bit of shame to prove that stereotype true. Spencer was still hopping in place in front of Carlton, rope swinging over him and Lassiter ran a shaky hand through his dark hair.

"Here! We can jump together Lassieface!" Shawn jumped and the rope went soaring behind Lassiter, stopping its motions from hitting his ankles.

A high-pitched whine left his mouth on its own accord and he couldn't take it anymore. Screw the chief and her reprimands! In his book, they were definitely worth it! He took one last look at Shawn and a half-smile twitched at his lips when the other man stopped jumping and his eyes grew wide.