OK, within a couple minutes I got two, "WHAT THE HELL? DRAMA?" comments XP Sorry guys, I had to! Cuteness will drown it out later! PROMISE! I really didn't think you guys would be that unhappy


Henry was a man who liked his sleep. He woke up early and went to bed late, but that's what made sleeping so much better. So, when he heard a crash downstairs before a very loud, "SHIT!" in his son's voice, he was considering blocking the part about his son being the one downstairs and shooting the intruder. Hadn't he taken away Shawn's key? He could have sworn he did.

With a loud groan he flung the covers off and stood up, trying to ignore the loud cracking sound his back made. He stomped down the stairs, ready to kick his son's ass. "Shawn I swear to God-" He stopped when he saw his son.

Shawn's eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he was most certainly drunk. "What the hell happened to you?"

It took Shawn a couple minutes to focus in on who was talking. He was sprawled out on the couch, close to passing out. "Bars."

"I can see that."

"Then why'd ya ask? You always ask stupid questions like that. I mean, you always know what I'm doin' so why do you bother asking anymore? You're kinda stupid." Shawn slurred out.

It took Henry about a minute to actually make out what he was saying though. It confused him. Even drunk Shawn usually wasn't suicidal enough to be rude to him. It was only when he was really upset that it happened. Henry decided not to push it.

"We'll talk in the morning."

"Yer not gonna yell at me?"

"I will tomorrow."

"Oh. Alright."

Henry turned to walk away; shaking his head at his son that he sometimes wished wasn't actually his son.

"He doesn't like me."

Henry turned around. "What?"

"He doesn't like me." Shawn repeated. There was a soft purr as a small gray ball of fur nudged its head against Shawn's cheek. It was all Henry could do not to yell at Shawn for it. Cats were bad news when it came to his house and Shawn. He'd learned that the hard way.

"Who doesn't?" Sober Shawn wouldn't really talk to him, and Henry actually did want to help his son feel better. Before yelling at him.

"Lassie!" Shawn said, as if it were obvious.

"So?" Henry thought it was obvious that the head detective didn't really like his son that much. He didn't see why it really mattered.

"I love 'em." Shawn whispered so softly Henry wasn't sure he said anything.

"You what?"

Shawn ignored the stupid question and went on. "He totally kissed me and tried to ditch me too!" He laughed bitterly. "At his house it wouldn't have worked so well though."

Wait, back up. Kissed? If there was any time Henry was sure he'd have a heart attack this was that time. He was a cop; shouldn't he have noticed this before? His son-- Shawn that has dated more girls than he's looked at – liked a guy? And Lassiter of all people?

"Just, get some sleep ok son?"

Shawn shrugged unhappily and shut his eyes. LBC 2 looked up at Henry and meowed. Henry, despite being sane, seemed to know what the little cat was saying.

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome."

Three o'clock in the frickin' morning and he already had a major headache and a drunk and upset son on his couch.

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The last thing Juliet O'Hara was expecting at three in the morning was a phone call from Lassiter. She answered it reluctantly, ready to chew his ass out.

"I swear, if you called me to work, I will kill you."

"I didn't."

Juliet sat up, surprised at how upset the gruff detective sounded. "What's wrong?"

Lassiter sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't have called."

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Well, you did. So, tell me why."

"Shawn."

He said it so brokenly Juliet was sure he was hurt or dead or something. "What about Shawn?"

"He left. I screwed up, and he probably isn't coming back."

Juliet tilted her head. "I'm lost."

"I-I think I love him. But I screwed up and he's mad, and he has every right to be."

Juliet snorted. "God, men, so unbelievable."

"This isn't funny!"

"I know but honestly, I don't see how I can be of help here."

"You're the only one I could call, I thought you could tell me what to do!" Lassiter replied, almost yelling now.

"You know what to do. Once it's a reasonable hour go after him."

"It's not that simple."

"It is that simple."

Lassiter's voice got quiet again. "I don't know if I can."

Juliet was the one who got louder now. "You can and you will. You shoot something no hesitation but when it comes to love you're hopeless. Shawn doesn't deserve you being a coward."

It was quiet for awhile until Juliet heard a soft, "Thank you." She hung up the phone and shook her head. "It's like they're stupid or something." She said to the empty air as she laid back down.


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