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Chapter 4:

Partners

As Lassiter woke up the next day, he felt disoriented and nauseous but at the same time extremely hungry.

Something's wrong...Beneath the artifice I feel the ground Becoming liquid...

Something's so very... wrong...

A knock at the door snapped Lassiter out of his thoughts.

"O'Hara. What're you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too Carlton. Can I come in?" An "oh" escaped Lassiter's mouth as he nodded and moved to let his partner inside.

"Has Lulu left already?"

"Yeah she left way earlier this morning. But I just woke up again. What brings you by?"

"I came by to check on you and to see if you had any food in your fridge. Knowing you, you don't have anything to eat and won't take your meds." Juliet said as she entered Lassiter's kitchen. Lassiter following close behind with a scowl ever present on his face.

"I don't need a babysitter O'Hara."

"I'm not being a babysitter. You're my partner and best friend. It's what we do."

While this was nice on the surface, in actuality Lassiter and O'Hara hadn't been true friends since she started dating Shawn a year and a half ago. But in his current state right now Lassiter decided to allow himself to pretend things hadn't changed between them and allowed her to fuss over his empty fridge.

"Do you want anything to eat? I could run to the store real quick and pick something up."

"No thanks... I probably couldn't keep it down anyway. Quite frankly even being in here is nauseating." Lassiter said as he went straight into the living room.

Lassiter then sunk into his sofa. Moments later, Juliet was sitting right beside him with a look of worry plastered across her beautiful face.

"How are you feeling really?" Knowing he could never really lie to her, especially not at this proximity, he answered, "I'm nauseous and got a killer headache."

"Lucky for you partner, I know an old Scottish remedy to take care of that. Be right back!" Juliet said as she rushed back into the kitchen.

Lassiter then started hearing rustling in his kitchen and then started smelling something that he thought was ginger.

About five minutes later, the perky blond came back with a cup of steaming something.

Lassiter merely cocked a questioning eyebrow at her as she placed the warm cup into his hands.

"Try it Carlton. I promise it's going to make you feel so much better."

Lassiter simply sighed and took a hearty drink. Then promptly started gagging.

"O'Hara! What in the name of Justice is this?"

"It's ginger root and lemon."

"It tastes horrible!"

"Yeah but how's that headache and nausea right now?" Lassiter was about to retort; however, he noticed that both had receded quite a bit.

"It's not as..." "say it Carlton."

"Alright! It's not as bad!" Juliet clapped in triumph.

"But."

"But what?" "I highly doubt this is a Scottish recipe." "Just drink your medicine Carlton."

For the rest of the afternoon, the two just bickered over the movie Braveheart.

Life Foundation

Across town, some FBI agents were taking taking somethings out of Life Foundation Labs.

And as two particular agents drove away with four containers of goo that all varied in colors, they and nobody else had a clue of the shear power and destructive capabilities that lies within those very containers.

TBC

A/N: Lassiter's thoughts at the beginning of the chapter was part of the lyrics of Z's Lament from Psych the Musical.

I hope you enjoyed this! More to come :)