A/N: This chapter is short, and annoyingly descriptive. I'm sorry to say – but as it stands we're just nearing the end of this Shassie fic. I wanted to extend this chapter, and make it just a tad more descriptive but FF. net has particular rules prohibiting that kind of content.

= O ! Did I say too much? I don't know, you'll just have to read to find out! Muahahaha!

~ Matilda

Together

Shawn didn't remember owning so much stuff. Where did it all come from?

A couple weeks had passed since the funeral, and things had gotten pretty quiet. Shawn took delight in bickering with his dad and making Gus watch terrible movies – he kept himself pretty distracted. It wasn't until night came and his dad went to bed was he able to stop and think of Lassie.

Lassie was with him when he woke up after his appendectomy, Lassie took him in, Lassie came to his rescue, and Lassie calmed him down at the funeral. However Lassie was Lassie and Shawn was still Shawn. Shawn might like Lassie, but it was evident Lassie did not. After all, Lassie had taken to not answering his phone if Shawn called, and whenever Shawn felt just weak enough to call his desk at the station he was either out with Jules or too busy to come to the phone. Which is why Shawn was so concerned about how much stuff he had. It was a great distraction, he wasn't used to being ignored – so even though he'd deny it if he was asked but it was needless to say being ignored drove him up a wall.

So when the time finally came for Shawn to take off his bandages for good and return to his own apartment. All of the stuff Gus had grabbed from Lassie's was sitting in a neat pile in his other wise cluttered living room. Just bags and bags of clothes; followed by his juicer, and toiletries. It was way too much, Shawn decided. A small part of him wanted to strap it all to the back of his motorcycle and just drag it through the city. Then maybe Lassiter would have to talk to him. Because you know – he'd be in handcuffs.

Nah -Shawn might've been feeling a little desperate but he wasn't about to go out of his way to get arrested. Instead he decided he was going to spend his first day home cleaning his apartment from top to bottom. Which is exactly what he did, it took him all day and his apartment now smelled of lemon and bleach. It was exhausting, so to celebrate his clean apartment Shawn was going to drink pineapple juice for the first time since he had set foot in Lassie's place. Grabbing a pineapple Shawn made a grab for his juicer, he barely got the Monkey's skull open when someone started knocking on his door.

Lassiter was the master at suppressing his emotions, most of the time emotions got in the way of making rational decisions and as a detective he needed to make rational decisions all day every day. It was his damn job. So when Spencer had first come traipsing into the station – Lassiter had hated him. Really truly, hated him, he never believed a word Spencer uttered and always felt the need to get hammered every time Spencer beat him to a case, which in the past 5 years had been almost every damn time. It never occurred to him that through all that they somehow managed to become friends. Lassiter still couldn't believe he took Spencer in after his appendectomy.

So what happened between them when Shawn was there was something Lassiter really couldn't believe. Absolutely couldn't – not that he wanted to. He happily chopped it up to Spencer feeling vulnerable and was more then happy to leave Spencer with his dad while he recovered from his attack. So happy to the point where he started putting over time in at the station – either out on patrol or doing some filing far away from his desk phone which had taken up the bad habit of ringing with Spencer's name on the caller I.D. Lassiter chose to remain oblivious for as long as he could.

A few weeks seemed long enough apparently, for the first morning in a long time Lassiter had woken up by himself as opposed to his alarm – the piercing silence of the room around him being the first thing he noticed. There was no faint sound of laughter coming from any of the other rooms, no horrifying monkey screech. The empty space on the counter where the juicer used to be had Lassiter feeling a little lost.

God dammit – why is this happening to me now? I had a routine, this is not my routine!

Another look around the place and there was just more silence. Boring grey silence. Lassiter used to like the grey but he found himself missing Shawn's nuisance. Maybe he'd been long overdue for a splash of colour? It took a few hours to sink in but when it finally did, Lassiter had the urge to bash his head off a wall. He was romantically interested in Spencer.

Oh dear god no.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Lassiter grabbed his car keys without a second thought and before he knew what was happening he was at Shawn's knocking persistently on the door. There was a long pause that told Lassiter maybe Shawn wasn't home, but just as he was about to turn and leave the lock clicked and the door swung open. Lassiter regarded Shawn with a guilty expression, Shawn looked well – a little over tired but better then when he saw him at the funeral. Which was good, suddenly Lassiter was convinced that coming here wasn't a mistake.

"Lassie" Shawn greeted quietly "What's uh – what's up?"

"I" ….Lassiter had driven all the way to Shawn's and hadn't thought of a single word to say. So again he stepped into Shawn's world and instead of talking he acted. Pushing past Shawn, Lassiter moved into his apartment. Shawn a little perplexed followed him into the kitchen.

"Lassie – what are you doing?"

But Lassiter wasn't listening; he was already unplugging Shawn's juicer and wrapping the cord around the Monkey's legs.

"Taking back my juicer" Lassiter said, and Shawn quirked a brow.

"Lassie – that's mine." Shawn moved to take back his monkey.

"Spencer don't be an idiot" Lassiter argued "I'd think I'd know if something belonged to me, and when you left you took this stupid juicer. I'm taking it back."

"Lassie…" Shawn was weirdly touched by this action – it was incredibly stupid of Lassie to be doing this but it told Shawn everything he wanted to know, that Lassie cared. So for now he just let Lassie talk.

"I don't want to hear you argue Spencer, it's my juicer. I'm taking it back – if you want juice you're just going to have to come over."

"Oh Lassie" Shawn said again, and gently he took the juicer in both of his hands and put it down. "You have got to be the most socially awkward, hard headed, and crazy logical detective I have ever met." By then Shawn was holding both of Lassiter's hands, and Lassiter swallowed.

"Is that a bad thing?" Lassiter felt dumb for asking. Shawn chuckled and moved Lassiter's arms so that they were wrapped around his waist, Shawn in turn wrapped his own arms around the back of Lassiter's neck.

"Nah" said Shawn with a careless little shrug "It's how I like my top detectives."

"T-t-top?" Lassiter stammered, and with a wicked grin Shawn just nodded and closed the gap between their bodies kissing Lassiter for all he was worth. This time Lassiter reacted, kissing back – and it felt pretty damn good. Yeah, he wasn't letting go anytime soon. He didn't even notice when they had backed up into Shawn's room landing on his bed. All he noticed was Shawn – and the huge fireworks going off under his eyes, he didn't think they could get any bigger.

"Hey" Shawn finally mumbled between kisses.

"Kind of busy Spencer…" Another long kiss mixed the messy unbuttoning of Shawn's shirt. Naked. He wanted Shawn naked – now.

"I know – but" a kiss, followed by the sliding of fabric down Shawn's arms and off his back "my handcuffs…they're in the night stand, just grab em."

Lassiter pulled up and looked over Shawn's face; it was flushed from all the kissing. Lassiter decided that's how Shawn should look all the time – but something pressing needed to be talked over first.

"You have handcuffs?" Lassiter said, and Shawn gave him another grin.

"Oh" Shawn said and took Lassiter for another long kiss, a flick of tongue across Lassiter's bottom lip had him tensing and letting out a rough moan "I have handcuffs" finished Shawn.

Biggest firework Lassiter had ever seen. EVER.