A/N: ...I am sorry. I should have written epilogue weeks ago but... yeah, I don't have any excuse. Sorry. But I hope you guys enjoyed it... even though it's poorly written with horrible grammar and scarce vocabulary. but in my defense this is my first fic and English is not my mother language...

Speaking of vocabulary, thank you kind sir/ma'am pineapple-dalek for pointing out my failure to realize I was using 'pacing' instead of 'panting'. I proved my stupidity to you guys by using the wrong word *burns into flame of shame*. Anyway, I changed it all and thank you for letting me know :)

Anyway, thank you for all to come this far with this story :)

Head detective Carlton Lassiter entered the precinct, walking in somewhat clutched manner. Everything was same as the usual. The clock hadn't even hit 8 o'clock but the sun was already dazzling down through the window, his right hand carrying the morning coffee- the usual thick black coffee, the other one holding his usual dark brown suitcase, his hair neatly combed and all. Except that he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, which was quite unusual, and that the look on his face was subtly different. Detective Lassiter seemed both annoyed- which was the half of the usual expression of his, but also, delighted. Some workers in the station found it odd, since the head detective was not exactly the happiest person at SBPD, and probably on the face of the earth. But most of them figured it's good for him that he was happy, and chose not to bother the detective.

Lassiter rushed over to his desk and hid behind the case files and paper works keeping his face straight. He was practically saying 'Do not disturb' without words, his eyes fixed to the work. It was as if he didn't want his mood right now to be changed by any interruption. And everyone in the station had learned enough through the years that nothing good comes from poking the detective- except for his partner, Juliet O'Hara.

"You're in good mood today." She commented quietly handing him some paper works for Garrison case's trial, and reports from the coroner Woody.

"No, I'm not." Lassiter responded in monotone, his attention not given to his partner.

"Yes, you are."

He slowly looked up from the piles of papers, clearly not amused. Wrinkling his nose, he asked, "Can I help you with something, O'Hara?"

"Oh, no, God forbids me to care about your personal life, of course. I was merely dropping these papers."

"Well then, thank you." He picked up some papers and read through it until he noticed that Juliet was still standing there with her arms crossed tightly. She clearly appeared to be disturbed by something, and Lassiter, being a considerate, kind partner, took the bite. "What?"

"You're wearing the same clothes."

His face froze still. "No, I'm not." He lied avoiding the eye contact.

"You never wear the same clothes in a row unless- ah…" A small smirk suddenly appeared on her lips as she nodded slowly. "So tell me, head detective, how did the rest of your evening go?"

"I believe that is none of your business, O'Hara. And frankly I don't know why you're so interested in my personal life. If you had a boyfriend-"

"Ooh, I wouldn't go there if I were you, Lassieface." Too focused on hiding his blush, he didn't notice the snarky psychic's presence near them eavesdropping their conversation. Lassiter flushed hopelessly as Shawn flashed that stupid grin over the desk. "Speaking of which, Jules, I've got the perfect guy for you. His name is Shawn and he is working in the same field as you! A fellow crime fighter!"

"You can't introduce yourself from the third person view, Shawn." Gus' comment followed the Shawn's. "And you're barely a fighter."

"Gus, don't be a taco without salsa."

"That makes me hungry... So, taco for lunch?"

"You know I can say no to a taco."

"What-" Lassiter with a slight hint of blush left on the corner of his face, broke the two best friends chattering without clear topic. "-the hell are you idiots doing in the station?"

Shawn, breaking into a big grin again, patted the cranky detective on the head, which he slapped away immediately. "Aw, don't be silly, Carlton, of course I came to see you and your awfully tidy hair."

Lassiter responded with the silent glare.

"Have you learned nothing from last night? Stop poking the bear, Shawn."

"I wouldn't say I poke him." Shawn shrugged nonchalantly.

Gus gave his friend a look then turned to the detectives. "We're here for collecting our consultant fee."

Juliet tilted her head to a side, checking her wristwatch. "But it's before eight. Chief's not even here yet."

Gus sighed. "That's what I told Shawn when he burst into my apartment at seven..."

"I thought Shawn sleeps ten hours a day till noon."

"It has been scientifically proved that with the ten hours sleep a day, people can use the fifteen hours of day more effectively." Shawn answered with pride in his voice.

"A day is twenty four hours." Gus corrected him.

"Then why there would be 25 hours hotels? Think Gus, think." Then his attention drastically took turn to the donuts that McNab just brought. He skipped to the stretchy officer. "Buzz, my man!"

Everyone stared at Shawn with a weird look. The younger detective broke the silence with a plausible theory. "Is having a sugar rush?"

"Hope that's the case. The last time he was that happy was when he bought the motorcycle. It ended with him bumping into the garage wall."

Soon Shawn came back with a box full of donuts, with his mouth full of the sweets too. He murmured something keep chewing on. Gus picked up a cruller, Juliet declined politely with a shake of her head. Then the happy brunet with donuts turned to Lassiter, who had been quiet for a while. He swallowed the lump and spoke up, "Donuts, detective?"

After an intense, long 'I hate you' glare, Lassiter grumbled, "No thank you."

"It's really good, come on, Lassie, feel it." Shawn took out a donut and forwarded it to the detective. "Feel's good, feel's nice, feel's strong."

With a low, stressed growl escaping from him, Lassiter just stood up and walked away without words.

"Shawn!" Juliet sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. "He was in good mood this morning!"

"Really? Lassie?" Frowning, Gus shoved the cruller between his teeth.

"Hmm, interesting... Don't worry, Jules, I'll go fix him." Shawn smirked and ran off following Lassiter. "Lassie! Wait!"

Shawn scurried down the hallway following up his detective whose pace was really fast- yes, his. A small, goofy chuckle escaped his lips. Yes, Shawn Spencer was hovering over the moon since last night. It happened so unexpectedly, but he always expected this to happen, and it really happened. He and Carlton Lassiter got together last night. The mere thought of it made him grin.

Of course, the moves Shawn made on Lassiter were pretty obvious, but he had never expected that it would actually work. It was more I-know-it's-stupid-but-better-jump-than-sorry-desp erate acts. So you could imagine how excited and pumped and cheerful and happy Shawn was. He was in a sunny-bright spirit, walking on air.

"Lassie!" Shawn called out his detective, having a hard time catching up with him. "Carlton! Head detective! Detective Dipsticks!" He sang- his tone would probably ten times happier than usual- until he finally reached to Lassiter.

"Spencer, do me a favor and go as far as you could away from me then stay there forever." Lassiter turned around with his sarcastic, fake smile, folding his arms tightly.

Shawn quickly skimmed the detective up and down, which was all that he needed to read stuff. The same suit from yesterday with black tie, because he had stayed in Shawn's last night and came to work straight. His hair combed perfectly as always, but smelled differently since he used the different shampoo from Shawn's. And, of course, there was a noticeable frown on his face, wrinkling the forehead. There could be multiple reasons why Carlton Lassiter frowns, but Shawn knew exactly why today- he was bothered because he felt cheerful too, if he had those kind of emotion. "Oh, you grouchy you." Cackling, Shawn nudged the detective on the chest, and pulled his finger away swiftly before Lassiter snatch it and break it. "Frowning makes you ten years older, Carlton."

"Don't call me Carlton, Spencer."

"You can call me Shawn." He suggested hopefully.

"Not happening."

"Oh, come on! Just once! I'm pretty sure we have past the first name basis town miles ago!" he whined, then mumbled quietly, "Well, more precisely a hot sweaty sex and again in a shower…"

That was enough to make Lassiter to blush like a carrot. "I told you not to speak about it!"

"You did say that." Shawn cackled teasingly. He really liked to watch Lassiter blushing hopelessly.

"Well, then listen to it!" Lassiter snapped, "I'm not kidding, Spencer, if someone finds out this could be a big problem."

The psychic rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. It's controversy, and I should keep my mouth shut."

"So you understood. That's good."

"Maybe." He feigned a pout. To tell the truth, Shawn really wanted to hug and kiss and hug the man in front of him in the public, to show the world that he and Lassiter were… well, they were not in the labeling state, but still, that they had experienced something together. He had to bite his tongue in this morning, pushing down his inner urge to talk about the last night to his best friend- he may or may not had intense amount of dried and sugarcoated pineapples to keep himself together. But then again, if he couldn't express his affection toward this lanky cranky man, he always could do it discreetly when no one's around.

Smirking playfully, Shawn looked around the station. Yes, the coast is clear. He tip toed up so that he could whisper seductively into the detective's ear. "So… are you busy tonight, Detective?" He could sense Lassiter's body tensing up.

"Son of a bitch, get your face off of me!" Lassiter pushed him away with a red face.

"What? No one's around." He shrugged, smiling innocently. "Come on, Lassie, it's a simple yes or no question!"

"Even if I was not busy, there's no way in hell I'd go out a date with you, Spencer."

Shawn titled his head to side. "Who said anything about a date?" Lassiter's reaction was so laughable- opening his mouth to say something but closing it because he had no proper response. Shawn giggled like a child.

"Shut your cake hole, Spencer." grumbled Lassiter wrinkling his forehead.

"I'll consider it if you buy me a cake."

"You do realize that I carry a gun, right?"

"Oh, don't I know that." Shawn said with a chuckle. His eyes subtly looking at the gun around Lassiter's belt holster then moved to the belt, then down there… "How about now? Are you busy now?" He asked out of the blue.

"…What?"

"Are you busy now?"

"Spencer, I- are you out of your mind? I am at work!"

"That didn't stop you yesterday." Shawn mumbled under his breath. Man, now I gotta wait till the night?

"You're the one who- You know what? I'm not gonna have this conversation with you."

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, there's so many topic to choose. You leaving me alone, you going home, me arresting you, me accidentally shooting you… take your pick." Lassiter feigned the smile. Then after shooting a sharp glare at him- which was oddly hot and intense, Lassiter started to walk away from him.

Shawn immediately tagged after Lassiter, pouting slightly from frustration. "Lassie, don't be a guy named Guy but pronounced Gui." Then he quickened the steps so that he could shoot his cute puppy eyes to the man. "Come on, it's only eight and no one should work this early in the morning! That's against the law."

"You sound unhappy." Lassiter commented without looking back. "I like that."

"Lassie-"

"Stop following me."

"Then stop making me follow you."

"You stop." snapped the detective.

"You first!" retorted the psychic somewhat crossly.

"Shut it, Spencer!" Lassiter finally burst into shouting at Shawn clearly annoyed.

Also frustrated, Shawn kept his pout and stopped following. "Fine!"

"Fine!"

"I'll see you tonight then!"

"Fine! –wait,"