Lassiter was still trying, unsuccessfully, to focus on paperwork when Shawn practically pranced out of the office, followed by a resigned Gus and a rather put out Henry. Shawn had obviously solved the case, again, that's my Shawn. Pride. Huh, that was new. But that was undoubtedly what Lassiter felt, he was proud of Shawn's ability, whatever that ability really was.

Henry hung back to talk to some old police buddies, he knew Shawn would stick around to gloat and decided to do some catching up.

Gus stopped near Juliet, both watching Shawn approach Lassiter, they exchanged looks that clearly said "this should be entertaining" and turned back to watch.

Shawn jumped onto the edge of Lassiter's desk.

"Hello, again, Lassie-face."

Lassiter didn't try to push Shawn away, but he wasn't about to admit anything just yet, either.

"Hello, Spencer." He wouldn't let himself say Shawn, not just yet. He gave the psychic a calculated gaze. Shawn knew Lassiter must still be unsure of how to proceed but the slight sheen of nervous sweat, his earnest gaze, and the fact that he hadn't written more than two lines on his report since Shawn entered the station dispelled any lingering doubts that Lassiter wasn't interested.

Shawn leaned forward, placing a hand on Lassiter's, and lowered his voice.

"I meant it, what happened yesterday."

Lassiter had been watching Shawn's hand but his head jerked up at this statement, he searched the eyes not a foot from his own and couldn't detect any deception, not that that means much from Shawn.

"Why?" Lassiter asked, determined to have this conversation, to learn and understand everything he could.

Shawn was slightly taken aback.

"Why?"

"That's what I asked."

"Well, because I wanted to."

"Here? You expect me to believe you decided to share a personal revelation of that nature right in the middle of the station?" Lassiter hissed.

It honestly hadn't occurred to Shawn that where might be important. He didn't tend to worry about people seeing him, or judging him.

"Oh…I didn't realize…"

"Of course not, Spencer, you obviously didn't think about how this could affect anyone but yourself. Do you even care that my love life has suddenly become the main topic of conversation among my co-workers?"

"Oh…Uh, I didn't think about that."

"No, of course you didn't."

"Look, Lassie, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean…"

"No? Well that doesn't change anything, Shawn!"

Shawn just stared, then, despite the seriousness of the conversation they were having, quirked an eyebrow and gave a jaunty smirk.

"You called me 'Shawn', Oh, Lassie, I knew you cared."

Lassiter couldn't believe it, he was mad at Shawn for making him the laughing stock of the SBPD and all Shawn cared about was himself.

"Yes, well, apparently you don't.'

Lassiter fled the scene before Shawn had time to respond, or even wonder what he had done wrong.

Gus had heard the whole thing, he gave a frustrated sigh, he knew how Shawn had messed up and, by the glance he shared with Juliet, he guessed she did too, and he figured he also knew who would have to explain his little mistake to Shawn. He walked up to the confused and dejected psychic.

"Come on, Shawn, let's get back to the office, I'll explain when we get there."

Shawn pouted but left without a fight.