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Chapter 9:
In the dark of the night
As night fell, Lassiter was pacing in his living room while thinking about the poor mutilated kid.
He was just a fourteen year old kid. Why mutilate him? Why the mutilation at all?!
The more he thought about it the madder he became. However the anger then turned into raw red hot rage! A rage that only can be described as primal. And with that primal rage, Lassiter actually felt himself physically change.
Over his entire body, a strange obsidian substance started to emerge and engulf him. As the substance rippled and pulsated over his body, Lassiter felt himself grow much taller and that four distinct pressure points started to push against his forehead until something literally popped out of his head. Also, eventually Lassiter felt his fingers elongate to a sharp point. In addition to this, his teeth took on a similar transformation by elongating to a sharp point then he felt another set of sharp teeth emerge from his gums.
Overall, this transformation took merely seconds but it wasn't until it was over that Lassiter knew something happened. He felt different. He felt dangerous. He felt powerful.
Lassiter then brought his hand up to his eye sight and was shocked to see his hand was replaced with a giant black menacing claw. "What the hell!"
The head detective then rushed to the bathroom while ignoring the heavy thumping sounds of his own footsteps. As he ducked into the bathroom entryway Lassiter took a look at his appearance in the mirror. He let out an audible gasp at what was starring back at him. His entire body was covered in an obsidian black material. He had two giant white patches surrounding his, now, beady blood red eyes. He guessed his height now to be 7'6". He was quite muscular (but not overly so). Protruding from his forehead was two horn-like structures. His two rows of teeth -now fangs- were long, curved, and extremely sharp. He also noticed that the mark on his right forearm was glowing red.
This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be REAL!
However, deep down inside of himself, Lassiter knew this was real. He couldn't explain it. He just knew that this was really him.
The longer Lassiter stared at his new reflection the more he desperately needed to see his actual face. Miraculously, the obsidian mass started to ripple away from his face and then finally his natural normal face appeared.
So I wanted to see my face and it came through. If I want my whole body to be normal then I should probably envision it and concentrate...
In seconds, his body shrunk back to his normal self.
"What in the name of Sweet Lady Justice is happening to me?" groaned Lassiter after inspecting his body. Needless to say, Lassiter did not sleep that night.
The very next day...
At the SBPD the following day, the entire bullpen was a giant ball of neurotic energy as everyone was trying to make leeway in this case.
As Shawn and Gus made their way over to his desk, Lassiter felt a headache starting to develop and pound behind his right eye. Contrary to common belief, Lassiter didn't hate Shawn and Gus. The Head Detective actually, and secretly, admired the two. But that admiration never got rid of the blinding headaches they both brought him. And right now was no different.
"Whoa Lassie. You look like you went ten rounds with the Terminator." Shawn said as he looked the Irishman over. Lassiter's clothes were a bit rumpled. His hair was a little messy. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And then there was something else that was different about the detective that Shawn couldn't put his finger on. The psychic detective let it slide for now as Juliet came by with an update on the case.
"Well this is interesting. A couple of years ago, Eliza got a divorce from a Luke Harrison. This was her second marriage."
"Did they have any kids?"
"None that I could find. But here's the kicker. Her first husband died from a car crash caused by an employee of -get this- Life Foundation."
"Who was it?" "A Dr. Joseph Emerson. Luckily, she had a digital schedule and although it was badly damage we were able to see she had several meetings with the doctor."
"Good job O'Hara! Anything else?" "Well there was a constant MIA in there by the word 'bicha'. We don't know as of yet who's missing."
At hearing this, Shawn exclaimed, "Oh I'm getting something!" Which cues Gus to say, "Shawn! What is it? Are you seeing something?"
"Oh Gus, it...it's Greek! But no... it can't be Greek!"
"What are you seeing Shawn?" asked Juliet.
"Oh Jules...life is so short but the world is quite wide. Oh here I go again!" Shawn exclaimed dramatically as he fell into Gus' expecting arms.
"Gus! Oh Gus!" Shawn said with his best flirtatious face, "How can I resist you?!" Gus then promptly dropped Shawn to the floor.
"Mamma Mia!" Juliet exclaimed.
"Yes Jules! Mia." Shawn said as he got up off of the floor.
"Hold on there Spencer. Mamma Mia is a Greek movie. You said that it can't be Greek. How do you know it's a name anyway? Especially with that 'bitch-a' next to it."
"Cause Lassie. Eliza is Hispanic and more importantly she's disrectle."
"You mean dyslexic."
"I've heard it... Wait then what's disrectle mean."
"You made that word up Shawn."
The two went back back and forth in a harsh whispered argument for a couple of seconds before Henry interrupted with a harsh, "Guys!"
"The spirits say to look again at that digital schedule and you'll notice how everything is in caps." Shawn said without missing a beat.
"Alright but what does her being Hispanic have to do with your vision, Shawn?"
"Because Mia is originally a Latin name." Gus explained.
"That's right Gus. Also because 'bicha' is a Spanish slang word of endearment for little girls!" Juliet, Gus, and Henry simply stared at Shawn in disbelief.
"What? I'm one third Puerto Rican and one third Mexican. I should know this!" "You need to stop telling people that. And besides, the only Mexican in you is that taco we had for breakfast from the Macho Taco." Shawn tsked his friend. But then everyone was startled by sudden single punching sound. They all looked at Lassiter as he lifted his fist from his desk.
"Spencer are you sure about this?!" Lassiter said as he rounded his desk and towered over them.
Now really put off, Shawn stammered out a "Y-Yes." Never before has the Head Detective outwardly relied on a clue given by him. It actually freaked Shawn a little bit.
Like the proverbial sailor he was, Lassiter started cursing a dirty blue streak.
Shawn glanced over at his best friend and Gus simply shrugged.
"If Eliza really has a daughter then who ever killed her might go after the child. We have to find that little girl now."
"Lassie isn't that a bit of a stretch? There's no evidence to suggest that the kid is even a target." Gus pointed out warily.
"We have to make that assumption Guster. One kid is already dead and we have little to no obvious motive yet as to why this crack-a-do is doing any of this." And everyone knew Lassiter was right.
"Don't worry Lassie. We're on this."
As the psychic team left, Juliet approached a silently fuming Lassiter.
"Hey partner. Let's take a quick break and get some lunch. My treat. No excuses."
Before Lassiter could refuse, Juliet threatened the tall man saying, "Lassiter, I will drag your ass out of here with a fishing hook from lockup if need be."
Lassiter gulped and followed her out to the parking lot and let her drive him to a near by Red Robin.
Red Robin...
After the two detectives were seated and had their orders already, Juliet finally broke the news to her partner.
"So...I just wanted you to know that Shawn and I broke up."
Lassiter choked a little bit on his water before saying, "When did this happen? I mean neither of you seem..."
"This was almost three weeks ago. He broke up with me. But I'm surprisingly really ok with it."
"He broke up with you?! Why?"
"He said he wanted to re-evaluate somethings in his life. But he was really mature. I mean, as you can see, we're still great friends."
Lassiter stared dumbfounded at her, almost completely forgetting his burger.
In his silence though, Juliet continued: "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner Carlton. I just wanted to prove that I could still work with him and stay professional. Not that it was an issue for me but for others that wouldn't believe it. I, especially, didn't want you to think that I was somehow lying to you and or myself."
"I wouldn't think that O'Hara. I'd just be worried. Breakups aren't fun. They're physically and emotionally draining."
"That's true but like most instances Shawn was the exception."
"Well I'm glad. That just means I don't have to shoot the little twerp."
Juliet chuckled at him and started to finish off her medium well burger; however, she made a face a disgust as Lassiter was finishing off his own burger. His burger though was quite rare.
"I don't understand how you can basically eat a bloody burger." Juliet said as placed her credit card in the hand of the waitress.
As Lassiter finished his last bite all he said in response, with a smirk on his face was, "Wuss."
"I am not! I just don't like eating things that look like they just killed it. And then they want to charge me for it because they put the bloody thing on my plate."
"Again I say: Wuss."
As the two detectives left the restaurant Lassiter looks at Juliet saying, "Thanks for the lunch. I really needed to get away."
"Hey it's okay, Carlton. We're all human. Sometimes we really just need a break. It's good for the soul." Juliet said as she dropped herself into the driver seat and started the car.
But as Lassiter sat in the passenger seat and starred out the window, he thought: But am I even human anymore?
TBC
A/N: Well here's Lassiter's transformation! It's not quite a true symbiote but it's fanfiction. :p
Again, the symbiote is a biosuite not a living alien being.
Well, anyway I hope you all enjoyed this! R/R!