The Chief had called in Spencer, Shawn, along with Henry, and Gus would invariably tag along. Lassiter had been determined, dead-set, all day, but now that the inevitable confrontation was drawing tangibly nearer Lassiter felt himself growing more anxious, it was becoming nearly impossible to concentrate on the paperwork he was trying to finish. After what Lassiter was sure had been an eternity, which had, in reality, only been 15 minutes, he saw the psychmobile pull into the parking lot.

Juliet saw Lassiter visibly stiffen after he glanced out the window. She hardly had time to wonder about it before she had the answer.

Shawn led the march into the station, followed closely by his father and a rather resigned-looking Gus. They were heading for the Chief's office and he knew he was expected as soon as possible but he couldn't help slowing a bit as he neared Lassiter, allowing his father to move ahead of him.

Lassiter tried not to let on but he was watching every move the 'psychic' made out of the corner of his eye. He wanted Shawn to think he was doing paperwork, didn't want to let on that he about to combust from nervousness and conflicting emotions. When did I become such a girl??

The attempt at nonchalance on Lassiter's part did not go unnoticed by Shawn but he let the detective believe the ruse was working. He didn't stop walking but veered nearer to Lassiter, brushing his fingers along the edge of Lassiter's desk as he passed.

"Well, hello there, Lassie" Shawn drawled, rather uncharacteristically, and turned his head to make eye contact once Lassiter had raised his head.

God Almighty! I can't even hold his gaze now without turning into Jello.

He blushed as Shawn turned back around and entered the Chief's office. He had not been invited in, neither cases were his. So he contented himself with staring through the half-closed blinds and chewing on his lower lip, the paperwork lay forgotten.

Juliet broke into his reverie when she leaned casually on the side of his desk and spoke quietly.

"You should totally go for it."

Lassiter jumped and looked around sheepishly hoping nobody else had noticed his staring. He gathered himself together again.

"I don't know what you mean, O'Hara."

"Sure Lassiter" She smirked and moved away again, back to her own desk and the pile of paperwork that was awaiting her there.

O'Hara had unnerved him, am I that transparent? and he forced himself to continue his paperwork while still managing to sneak looks at Shawn, flailing around the office… must be a 'vision', and marveled at his unique way of relaying information. He even found himself smirking at the exasperated looks on Henry and Gus' faces, what am I about to get myself into?