Everything You Needed
Summary: Fate works in strange, mysterious...and sometimes...heartbreaking ways. When Marlowe unexpectedly dies in a car crash, Lassiter is left alone with his newly born daughter, Lily. Pushing himself into his work, he takes up every case he can, and by doing so, finds himself protecting the single survivor of a Japanese Trafficking and Murder Case. His hearts is on the line, and he's terrified to lose it again...but is it really losing his heart, or gaining it back?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha/Psych
Pairing: Kagome/Carlton
Rated: M for Mature Content
Genre: Romance/Drama
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Knock!Knock!Knock!
Carlton placed the case file he had just picked up, back down on the coffee table he had just been about to sit down in front of. "Damn it," he walked towards the door and unlocked it. Throwing open the door, he stared at the back of the one person in the world he didn't want to see. "Spencer, what the hell are you doing at my house?"
Shawn turned around, stayed quiet for a few moments before tilting his head forward and staring at his shoes, hands...anything that wasn't the Detective in front of him.
"...Spencer...get inside." Carlton held his door open, knowing the pseudo-psychic would keep his mouth shut for once.
Shawn lifted his eyes, meeting the blue eyes of Santa Barbara's Head Detective, "...Lassie..."
"In,"
Shawn walked inside and his eyes began darting all over the place, taking in small things. Picture frames were all placed face down, a suit jacket tossed over the couch, shoes discarded at the end of the couch. His tie was loosened around his neck, and a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass sat on the coffee table in front of the couch where an unopened file lay beside it. It looked normal for the most part, but as he turned his eyes to the Detective, he saw the heavy shadows beneath his eyes, lines becoming deeper with passing days. He saw the work wrinkles wearing at the edges of his eyes, and over his brow, the state of his hair no longer in its normal immaculate state of combing. However, with all such signs of broken defeat, the one which gave way to his restless nights most of all, were his blue eyes, worn with heartache and despair.
"You were told to come here by Chief Vick, right?"
"...yeah. I was trying to keep my distance, Lassie...honest."
Carlton nodded and walked back towards the couch where he sat down. Grabbing something out of Shawn's eyesight, he lifted his hand and Shawn saw a baby monitor held carefully in his left hand, watching hm place it down on the coffee table in front of him before he waved Shawn over.
Shawn finally forced himself to move and made his way over to the couch, settling himself down beside Carlton who was opening up the file on the table. "So what's the case?"
"You mean to tell me your spirits haven't told you yet?"
"I haven't really been listening to them much lately," Shawn said, "I just know it's a kidnapping case...mixed with a splash of malicious intent and bit of murder on the side."
Shaking his head, Carlton held out a paper, "pretend for a bit that you aren't a psychic, in fact, let's take our roleplay to another level and you can pretend to be a detective, and I'll pretend to be the Psychic."
Shawn actually smiled, first time in almost two weeks, since the accident. "I don't know if you're cut out for that...my job is no joke."
"Funny, that's exactly what I thought it was."
The two fell into silence as they went between the papers, staring over different details of the case as they did.
"It shows seventeen girls on this list that have gone missing..."
Carlton nodded, "Each one with names I can't pronounce. A basic illegal trafficking syndicate."
Shawn shook his head, "no, no...These girls have all been found...well, most of them...perhaps not a normal trafficking syndicate...organ trafficking?" Shawn asked, holding out another list, the names of girls who were all found dead over the last month and a half, found in different areas of California. "Can't be organ trafficking either, none of the bodies were missing organs or anything else...I'd say they all looked alike, and that was their connection, but most females in Japan look alike. So that holds no water for me...however...what I do find interesting is that out of the seventeen that went missing, only fifteen have been found dead. The first to go missing and the last one reported missing, have not been found."
"That isn't all that surprising for the most recent of reported victims...but for the first one..."
Shawn scanned the names, the dates of the reported dates they'd gone missing, and took a pen from his jacket pocket before circling one of them. "Her name is Ka...gome? Kagome...if we find out where she is, we may find out more...specifically, we might find out who is behind the kidnappings and murders. I don't know if trafficking is the correct direction we're taking this, it feels more like..."
"Serial Murders."
Shawn nodded, "yeah, it feels too...scattered...too...bipolar."
"How does it-"
"Mmn...~"
Shawn and Carlton stopped talking, the sound of Lily waking up had Carlton bringing both his hands to his face.
Shawn made his way to the room where Lily had been sleeping before something had caused her to wake, Carlton walking languidly behind him. By the time Carlton had arrived at the door, Shawn was rubbing the baby's back, rocking her soothingly back to sleep in a matter of a few moments. "You know how to do everything, don't you...worked in a Candy Store, in a Planetarium, drove a Hotdog car...why should I be surprised that you are equally just as good at caring for babies as you are making Pineapple Smoothies."
Somehow, it didn't come out as a question, but a statement drowned in exasperation.
"Come one now, you can't compare smoothie making to childcare! Not really...at least. One of those involve a great deal of attention to detail...and then you have taking care of a baby...that just involves a lot of Zolpidem and Aspirin." Shawn laughed, laying the baby down, "Lily and Iris are easy to deal with, both quiet and relaxed...much better than the annoying, teething, ankle biting heathens that parents claim to be so cute. Hey, did you and Chief get together and collaborate names? Lily, Iris, both girls are named after flowers, I only ask out of curiosity. Not that it's any of my business..." Shawn passed Carlton who stepped into the room to double check on Lily before he too left.
"It wasn't on purpose, the intention wasn't to raise a garden of children...on side note, Zolpidem is extremely addictive sleep suppository...and can cause a multitude of problems that aren't worth the six hours of rest you get from it."
"You know this from experience?" Shawn asked, somewhat perturbed at the idea of the Detective turning to any form of medication, when already he chose to fall into the liquid embrace of his long term romance, scotch.
"Not myself, no...But I can recall a few cases that ended with either an overdose, or an insanity/mental plea...occasionally not even recalling the nights before the admission of the drug. It's not like a hospital administered sedative, where you just conk out, and then wake up confused and more tired than when you were given the sedative...Zolpidem has a chemical reaction with your brain and causes mental problems, sleep walking, hallucinogens, and nocturnal memory loss or...transient amnesia as the doctor had called it."
Shawn sighed, "fine...Ixnay ethay ugsdray! I'll stick with good old fashion reruns of Cops and Iron Chef...fall asleep the normal way." A small smile, barely there, but there all the same. Shawn had seen it, as fast as it had left, but still...Shawn grinned at the thought that he'd managed to bring some form of a smile back to Carlton's face. Even if he wasn't the type to giggle and chortle, he was still a good guy, who had his own unique sense of humor, and Shawn knew he could smile, having seen him do it many times before.
"Let's call it a night, I'll drop by your...office...tomorrow morning, eight o'clock, no later."
"That's fine, although, I don't plan on being fully functionally until about ten, but I'll be there." Shawn picked up the list of names, "since I'm still roleplaying as a detective, can I go ahead and borrow this?"
"Take it, I'm going to bed anyways, not like I can read it while I'm sleeping."
"I doubt you're going to bed. The untouched bottle of Jack Daniels says you'll be up all night and probably well into the morning with a friendly guest called misery. I don't want to sound rude, Lassie...but if you ask me, which, I know...you didn't, still, if you ask me...you're smarter than six shots of Jack Daniels and a hangover in the morning." Shawn took the file and scanned it quickly before taking just the long, long, list of names. "You're better than this...and while I know it hurts you to even think about it...Marlowe-"
Carlton narrowed his eyes, "Spencer..."
His name was a warning...Shawn had heard it very clearly as such, but he continued anyways. "Marlowe...wouldn't want this for you...and certainly not for Lily..."
Carlton felt his heart break, his eyes wide and tears threatening to fall, in what felt like at gunpoint range. "...the door..." he said softly, not angrily, just not happy either.
Nodding, Shawn turned and left Carltons house. The older man locked it behind Shawn and then left his living room, Jack Daniels untouched, shot glasses still dry. He walked into the baby's room, picking Lily up from her crib before returning to his own room, where he carefully fell into his bed, and cried...on the wrong side of the bed, where a familiar scent still just lingered. That familiar scent of Vanilla and Coconut that would always dance around Marlowe. Lily lay atop the pillow as he kept one arm around her so not to let her roll off. He didn't let his eyes leave her, every detail of her face, all he could see was the woman he had been ready to grow old with. The woman who had been the only thief he'd ever allow into his heart, the very one who'd stolen his heart. "...Marlowe..." he brought a finger to Lily's cheek and traced it oh so gently, "how can I do this without you..."
...these are the gestures...
...there is no sense of time...
...no guiding light...
...it's just us...
...no one to lead the way…
"...who will lead the way...who will be there and guide me...tell me what I'm doing wrong? Marlowe...Marlowe...!"
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Me: Here is chapter two of my Psych/IY fic. It's slow starting, which is what I want, right now...in the next few chapters, we'll go through the case, and there will be detailed explanations to the accident, and more details. Please be patient, review and let me know what you think, nyan~!