A/N: Sorry for the belated update but computer death wasn't part of my plans XD Finally some reciprocation! Reviews are welcome! Yes, I was referring to House on Chap 3.

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10, the one where Lassie makes a move

As Shawn watched pathetically his potential lay be carried away by two police men in handcuffs, Gus moved in with a smirk on his mug. "You're welcome." "Never," Shawn hissed, then realized who was absent on the smug-fest. Without even uttering a word, the pseudo-psychic put on his helmet and rode his bike all the way back to SBPD. There he found one Carlton Lassiter, quietly filing away some paperwork, a small smile on his face.

"You are aware that you just shut down my one and only chance at banging a celebrity…ever." "I consider that an accomplishment." The head detective responded as he sealed Jane Janet's arrest warrant. Almost immediately, Shawn realized that most of the police department had left to watch the spectacle that was the pop star's conviction and decided to make the best of the moment.

"You just wanted me all to yourself, eh Lassie? Never pegged you for the jealous type…" Spencer gloated, coaxing a reaction from the detective as he made his way to the Chief's office. Having had quite enough of the fake clairvoyant's shenanigans; Lassiter tossed the folder onto the desk, marched his way back to his desk and grabbed Shawn by the arms. What followed was what Shawn called the BEST 15 SECONDS OF THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF EXISTANCE; Lassiter crashed his mouth onto his, forcing it open. The lip-lock was so intense that it left the younger man breathless and resorting to using the desk as leverage.

Shawn couldn't remember much after that (mind was too blurred by the sheer passion of it all) but just as suddenly as the kiss started, the detective pulled away and whispered in Shawn's ear in such a way that he shuddered, "Next time you want to date a serial killer, don't do it on my watch." Shawn then watched as Lassiter headed straight into Karen's office. The fake psychic wobbled out of the police department, ignoring the throngs of people clamoring to see Jane arrest.

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"I'm telling you guys, I didn't know where Honey Bunny, I mean, Barry was!" Jane repeated for the third time. The pop star had confessed to all of the relationships but no matter how hard Juliet tried, Janet would not acknowledge their untimely deaths and disappearances. "That's it, we want a lawyer." Craig McGraw ordered; annoyed at the newest annoyance to the concert tour. "Don't worry about the lawyer 'cause by the time he gets here, there'll be at least 5 first-degree cases with your client's name all over them." Lassiter smirked as O'Hara left the interrogation room. Outside, she met up with Shawn and Gus, both watching the scene unfold. "She's a tough nut to crack," Jules remarked. "Looks can be very deceiving." Shawn added distractedly.

"Why? Are the spirits telling you something?" "No not really though I was expecting them to clamor up in here; they're quite chatty when it comes to a fellow dead guy." The fake psychic replied in the same tone as before. Gus took his friend's nonverbal cues and requested a cup of coffee. "What's wrong, Shawn?" "I'm think I'm falling for Lassie." The sales rep rolled his eyes; Shawn was jumping to conclusions. "One date is not enough to make a normal, sane person say that." But the sincere look over his friend's eyes told Gus otherwise. "Suit yourself but don't come running to me or some random hooker if this doesn't pan out the way you want." "I have Jane Janet for that." Shawn concluded as he focused on the case.

In that instant, Jane wept for a moment and whined in a pitiable voice, "I wish Shawnie-Shawn was here." Shawn immediately froze up; Jane Janet wasn't the killer but she might as well be. "I'm dead." "What?" Gus reacted before comprehending what just happened. "She gave you a nickname…you're definitely next."