37. Eyes

Gus was the first person to figure it out. Well, he figured it out in a manner of speaking. When he woke up to an excited Shawn Spencer jumping on his bed, babbling that he needed Gus to "drive me to the pet store! I have to buy a leash and a bowl and a collar and find some place that will give me a license because his ass is mine now. Also, how hard is it to legally change your name? Because how awesome would it be if I changed my name to Timmy?" it didn't require much in the way of deductive reasoning to figure out that Lassiter had finally succumb to his best friend's 'charms'. Of course, it helped that he had been speaking Shawnese pretty much his entire life, had his own built in best friend decoder, and had been privy to Shawn's Super Amazing Plan to Woe Lassie-ie get him drunk and jump him.

Juliet was next. Lassiter was her partner. She spent so much time around him that it was just inevitable. At first she thought he was sick or something, what with the fatigue and dark circles under his eyes. Only most people aren't that happy or satisfied looking when they're sick, so it had to be something else. She'd had her theories, but she had no idea how off the mark they were until he stumbled into the station late one morning. There was something off about the way he looked.

Her eyebrows nearly shot up into her hairline when she recognized Shawn's belt-a belt she herself had helped him pick out-around Lassiter's waist. After a little wheedling, she'd gotten a confession and had been sworn to secrecy.

She tapped a pencil against her desk and frowned thoughtfully at Lassiter. "Does this mean you're going to be less of a pain about him consulting on cases now?"

Lassiter glared. "No."

They never did figure out how Henry knew. Shawn maintained that his father probably really was psychic-'See! It's hereditary, Lassie!' 'Spencer, you've already admitted you're not psychic.' 'So?'-but they never asked and Henry never offered, so it stayed a mystery.

Lassiter had been out on the boat with him, figuring that it would probably be considered rude to turn down a friendly invitation from the man whose son he was sleeping with. Of course, it probably wasn't the best of manners to go fishing with someone when you were 'involved' with their child and had no intention of telling them. And that train of thought was just giving Lassiter a headache.

He was glaring at his bobber when Henry cleared his throat and glanced over at him, looking a little too casual for Lassiter's comfort. He tensed.

"So, you and Shawn, huh?"

Lassiter tried to swallow, but just choked. He coughed to clear his throat and stared intently at a chip in the boat's paint. "Yes, sir."

Henry hummed in response, and Lassiter really had no idea how to interpret that, so he sat back and concentrated on slowly, methodically relaxing his body starting with his toes and working his way up. He had reached his shoulders when Henry shifted and cleared his throat again.

"You do know that I didn't get rid of my pistol when I left the force, right?"

And there went his relaxation.

"Yes, sir."

It shouldn't have been surprising that Vick knew. Lassiter had been half asleep, his limbs tangled around Shawn, with a good two hours to go before his alarm clock went off when his phone rang. He'd grumbled and grumped, but answered it with a mostly coherent 'Lass'ter'.

"Lassiter, I need you at the station ten minutes ago." A pause. "And bring Mr. Spencer with you."

Once they knew Vick knew, Shawn decided it was ridiculous to keep pretending that they were a secret, and, even though it was only May, he passed out joint Christmas cards from him and Lassie to everyone at the station. And he didn't care what Lassie said, the picture he used was pure class. After all, he'd censored all the really racy bits.

Kristin: I don't know what they're doing in the picture, I don't know why it was take, and I don't know who took it. I'm not sure that I want to know.

I'm still open to taking requests if anyone has a particular character or pairing they'd like to see more of.

And it looks like I'm going to be able to retrieve almost all my files, so yay for that! *collapses with relief*

PeanutTree-Thank you!

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