A/N: This chapter took longer than I thought. Phooey. Oh well! I hope you enjoy it! Also sorry if this chapter seemed a little out of character, new relationships are rocky lol, not the best excuse but it's all I got haha.

Cheers!

~Matilda

Warning: Mild Adult Theme Ahead

My Two Lassies

It took Lassiter a good twenty minutes to arrive at Shawn's apartment. By the time he got there Shawn was just finishing up doing his dishes. Not lucky enough to own a dishwashing machine, Shawn answered the door his forearms still covered in soap suds and the front of his shirt damp from the constant little splashes that hit him when he was rinsing.

"You're wet." Those were the first words out of Lassiter's mouth; Shawn just stepped aside to let Lassiter walk in.

"Not entirely." Shawn commented. "Give me two minutes; I'm just going to change my shirt."

Lassiter watched as Shawn disappeared into another room, and when Shawn was out of site he stepped in further and glanced around. O'Hara had told him that Spencer's apartment was an old dry cleaners – why he didn't believe her? He'll never know. Personally Lassiter thought it was a bit ridiculous but the moving clothes rack was kind of cool. When Shawn re-emerged from his room in a new shirt, Lassiter was playing with the clothes rack; pushing the button, watching the clothes move, stopping, then pressing the button again.

"Having fun?"

Lassiter took his hand off the button and turned, Shawn was watching him. Watching him and leaning against the door frame of his bedroom casually with his arms crossed. "Your clothes move." Lassiter said dumbly.

Shawn grinned and walking over, he stood close enough to Lassiter that Lassiter could smell him –pineapples and soap -good enough that Lassiter wanted to touch, but Shawn didn't touch him. Instead Shawn just leaned forward and reaching his arm past the detective took his turn on pressing the button. He let the clothes run for a good few seconds, never breaking eye contact; a playful little smile on his face. "It makes getting dressed fun." Shawn pointed out.

Lassiter had to take a step back, he wasn't sure what Spencer was trying to do to him – but dammit it was working. "Fun." Lassiter repeated. "For you." …Yeah, that was all he got.

Shawn then gestured to his couch. "Did you want to sit down?"

"Yes." Lord help him Lassiter felt so awkward, and he moved to the couch quickly, stopping only to stare at the contents of Shawn's coffee table. "Taylor Swift?" He relaxed immediately, Lassiter wasn't fond of the singer and felt comfortable enough in his music tastes that he could totally rip on Spencer for owning a Taylor Swift CD. It wasn't much leeway but it was enough some of the edge between them was shaved off. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Shawn grinned and nabbed up the CD, Gus was right – Lassie didn't approve however it did make for a good ice breaker. Shawn could tell the detective was nervous, and why wouldn't he be? They've known each other for years but this was whole new ground. The last thing Shawn wanted to do was scare the poor man away. "Taylor's new, hip, a little teenie bopper for most people our age -but I personally think she's cute."

"Next you're going to tell me you're impartial to Miley Cyrus." Lassiter frowned a bit and sat down.

"Not today." Shawn said, and he happily moved over to a CD rack. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Lassiter asked. "You want to know what kind of music I like?"

"I have a pretty good idea actually." Shawn said. "You're into the oldies, classical, some jazz, maybe a little Rat Pack." Shawn could easily see Lassiter in one of his suits, sitting casually in a smoke filled club, a glass of red wine in one hand and a cigar in the other.

Top drawer indeed.

Lassiter grinned a bit. "Very good Spencer." He watched then as Shawn's reaction was to playfully gesture to his temple in his trade mark 'psychic' pose before starting to rifle through a few of his CDs.

"I actually have a Sinatra in here somewhere." Shawn mused. "Some background music would be nice."

"You don't have to put anything on." Lassiter said. "I'm okay with just talking."

Shawn seemed to think about it, but he did nod in agreement and put the CDs back. "Alright, talking it is." He probably should be telling Lassie about the second warehouse right then but he didn't want to spoil the moment – he'd tell him in a few minutes. Sitting on the opposite corner of the couch, Shawn made himself just a little too comfortable and he easily stretched his legs out draping them over Lassiter's lap. "So! What did you want to talk about?"

Lassiter honestly didn't know. So he had to go for the obvious answer. "Why exactly you've taken to kissing me lately."

Shawn laughed. "Lassie, you're hopeless." He said. "But if you insist, it's because I like you."

Lassiter had to think about that one. "Why?" Asking why was justifiable – right?

"Why not?" Shawn retorted lightly. "You're attractive."

"You think I'm attractive?" Lassiter had trouble believing him; he hasn't exactly had the best self-esteem since his divorce. "You think I'm attractive and you really like me?"

"Yes." Shawn confirmed. "For the longest time." Shawn wanted to ask if Lassiter was a 13 year old girl, but seeing as the detective was struggling a bit he decided against it. Shawn could be a jerk – but even he knew there was a line you just didn't cross.

Again Lassiter had a hard time believing Shawn, what the hell was so special about him? Seriously- what? Of course a more pressing question on Lassiter's mind right then was how exactly he felt about Spencer. He turned to give Shawn a look over; he was a good looking man there was no doubt about that. But Lassiter was starting to notice other things about the man – like how he carried himself; so sure, and carefree. Lassiter was suddenly envious of Spencer's composure. As a cop Lassiter had seen so much, things that any normal person shouldn't be able to stomach, and he had come into contact with so many people both good and bad; but none of them seemed to compare to Shawn. The way Shawn looked then had Lassiter coming to the conclusion that Shawn wasn't just attractive, he was beautiful.

"Lassie – you're staring at me."

Lassiter blinked, and nearly blushed – yes, he had been staring at the psychic. Damn. "I guess I am." Of course denying it would've been no good. "Sorry Spencer."

"Don't be sorry." Shawn encouraged. "I like it."

"You do?" Now Lassiter really was blushing. Aw shit.

"Would I lie?"

"I honestly don't know." Lassiter admitted. He felt a bit sheepish for saying so, but he looked to Shawn again who just smiled.

"Just take my word for it." Shawn insisted. "Believe and accept." Shawn went on to say.

"So…" Lassiter had think about what he was going to say next. "What exactly – does this mean? What do you want from me Spencer?" He had to know, as rough around the edges as the detective had always seemed, he was a relationship man. Casually 'seeing' someone was something he had never been interested in. He had been married once after all, and even when he had been 'seeing' his last partner he had contemplated returning to the rank of officer. If only just so that their relationship could go public and maybe move forward, of course then Spencer had come into the scene and out them. Which Lassiter supposed in the long run, had been for the best – because then he wouldn't be here on Spencer's couch.

"Your soul." Shawn answered him simply. "I have a collection in the back of my closet, sometimes if I get bored I like to call them out and we re-enact episodes of full house. Contrary to popular belief I make a better Uncle Jesse then I do Joey –call me crazy, but I think John Stamos would applaud my enthusiasm."

"Why do you always do that?" Lassiter snapped a bit. "I ask a serious question, and you just veer off into a reference that has nothing to do with the topic on hand."

"I don't think Full House is that off topic." Shawn defended. "I mean – obviously we're not about to run off and adopt the Olsen Twins, and yes I checked that wouldn't be legal so no we're not even going to try. HOWEVER I think something recurring would be preferred. You can come over to my apartment or I can come visit you. Maybe sometimes we can order food, or go sit and eat food in public. Really it all depends on what you're into." Shawn grinned a bit then. "I also like seeing movies and strolling through public parks."

"You want to date?" Lassiter took the initiative to summarize what Spencer just said. Shawn smiled.

"I would love to!" Shawn accepted Lassiter's 'offer' and Lassiter frowned, Spencer had just freaking bested him – again!

"You planned that." Lassiter accused. Shawn sat up and moved so that he was sitting right next to the detective.

"I don't know what you're talking about Lassie." Shawn then leaned over and gave Lassiter a tentative kiss. If Lassiter was going to get angry at Shawn… he totally wasn't now.

Lassiter's eyes slid closed, Shawn's lips in that moment were soft and inviting so he had no problem kissing back. Their first kiss was nowhere near this gentle and Lassiter had admittedly panicked; not because he was kissing another man -but because this other man had the ability to stir unexpected feelings of possessiveness. Spencer was the one person who could drive him up a wall without even trying, but when Lassiter realized all he had to do to shut him up was plant kisses on him all bets were off. Shawn was his. Lassiter deepened the kiss, and turning his body towards Shawn wrapped his arm around the other man tightly. Spencer was surprisingly compliant and shifted himself so he was resting on Lassiter's lap, with his arms locked under Lassiter's torso the most he could do was grab onto the sides of Lassiter's shirt, and follow the detectives lead.

Being trapped between his couch and Lassiter was exactly where Shawn had wanted to be, Lassiter always smelled of gun powder and coffee – not an uncommon scent among the police force but mixed with the after shave Lassie wore and Shawn was smitten and addicted. When Lassie pushed him down into a lying position and covered him completely, Shawn's insides started to ache. He was more than willing to give all control to Lassie. Shawn wanted nothing more than for Lassie to touch him – everywhere.

Pineapple crack -if Lassiter had to describe the way Spencer tasted, he'd say pineapple crack. The taste was so prevailing on Spencer's lips that Lassiter wanted all of it, and he felt almost greedy. Eventually he had pushed Spencer into a lying position his tongue probing for entry passed those delicious lips. Shawn's mouth opened and Lassiter didn't bother to right the feeling of triumph that welled up inside him. Topped with the need to make Shawn completely his, Lassiter was quickly losing the ability to think. The inside of Spencer's mouth didn't disappoint, just as soft as his lips, and just as intoxicating. The way Shawn constantly shifted under him had him going crazy, and he was driven to find out if Spencer's body tasted as sweet as his mouth. Lassiter's mouth travelled downward, finding the crook of Shawn's neck, and biting down.

Sweet mother of god…Shawn tensed and moaned. The kissing had his head reeling, and then Lassie got rough with him and bit his neck. Shawn's reaction was perfect, his hands latching onto Lassiter's back, the tips if his fingers clutching onto fabric and bringing their bodies closer together. Lassiter bit down again and Shawn took in a sharp breathe, eyes rolling back into his head, he was at that perfect balance between pleasure and pain. Another bite and Shawn was melting. "Oh Lassie…"

Even the way Spencer said his name has Lassiter riled up, he wanted to hear it screamed – repeatedly. He remembered Shawn had sensitive sides, and he wasted no time letting his rough palms slide under the psychic's shirt. Shawn gasped and his breathes started to come in shorter intervals... "Lassie…" Lassiter didn't take his mouth off of Shawn's skin, instead he let it travel town to Shawn's collar bone, leaving little bites and licks along the way. "Oh god Lassie…"

"Shawn?"

Lassiter was so in the zone he didn't notice the third voice enter the room, however he did notice when the third voice became persistent, and he immediately lost his momentum and froze in place. As did Shawn.

"Shawn – Shawn! Are you there? Answer me dammit!"

"Where is that coming from?" Lassiter mouthed to Shawn, and Shawn looked just as confused until it hit him.

"I have no idea…" Shawn whispered, of course then it hit him. "Oh shit that's my dad!"

Lassiter looked around, not quite getting it – Henry wasn't here, was he? He then noted the way Shawn was hurriedly reaching into his jean pocket and he understood. Lassiter was off of Shawn in an instant sitting straight and adjusting his tie, all the while turning about 14 different shades of red. Shawn had his phone out only to confirm what they already figured out.

"I or should I say we accidentally pocket-dialed my dad." Shawn showed Lassiter the screen of his phone only for it to read that a call with 'papa bear' had been ended just seconds before Shawn grabbed his phone.

"At least he had the decency to hang up." It was a weak offer of comfort but it was all Lassiter had. "He could've listened longer – and that would've been fuel for an awkward Christmas."

Shawn blushed a bit – he had been getting increasingly vocal. There was a pretty damn good chance Henry had a pretty good idea what Shawn had been doing – with Lassiter no less. Of course it didn't really matter. Shawn knew his dad and Henry Spencer maybe a lot of things -but prejudice wasn't one of them. Shawn's blush easily turned into laughter. Infectious laughter – Lassiter gave a reluctant chortle but soon Shawn was laughing so much that Lassiter's chortles were also continuous albeit a tad faltering. Lassiter's laugh sounded more like an inverted evil laugh then it did a joyful one. However Shawn could see the light in Lassie's eyes and knew Lassie thought it was funny just as much as he did. No matter how embarrassing.

"Let's just – talk about something else." Shawn couldn't wipe the happy smile off of his face as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table. "Maybe we can get back to kissing a little later, when we're slightly less mortified?"

"Deal." Lassiter said, and he racked his brain trying to figure out where to go from there. He then remembered a detail from earlier that night. "On the phone before, you said you had news?"

Shawn sighed, aw damn. He was hoping to hold off on that for just a little longer. So long happy moment. "I have some information – on my doppelganger case."

Lassiter perked back up, he looked to Shawn and was suddenly a cop. Shawn saw the change immediately and actually gawked a bit. Growing up with his dad he was used to his dad being a cop and always a cop, he used to assume that in order to be a cop you had to sell your humanity. However Lassiter was constantly proving him wrong. He knew who Detective Carlton Lassiter was, but Shawn wanted to go deeper than that. He was suddenly thrilled he was becoming more acquainted with Carlton. Just Carlton. However at this moment Carlton was gone and Detective Lassiter was in full swing demanding details out of Shawn.

"Tell me everything." Lassiter insisted.

"I met someone yesterday at the laundry mat. He recognized me as the victim." Shawn explained, of course in usual Shawn fashion he had to add in random trivia. "Fun fact, my clothes are still dirty."

"That could be vital." Lassiter pressed. "Err- the victim part, not your clothes. What exactly did you do?"

"What do you think I did?" Shawn asked. "I milked it, channeled Derek a little, and talked with the guy. His name is Peter – I didn't get his last name." Inwardly Shawn cursed; he probably should have gotten his last name. "I got a couple snippets of information."

"Okay." Lassiter said. "That information being?"

"There's a second ware house."

Lassiter was up. "Where?"

"On the corner of Brock and Clydedale." Shawn said. "Before you go running out the door, there's one more thing."

"What is it?"

"There's going to be a party there, tomorrow night. Peter said Derek was there last week, along with a lot of the same people who are going tomorrow night. I'm willing to bed our murderer will be. I've been invited to go."

"You're not seriously thinking about going are you?" Lassiter already knew what the answer was, and he already hated it. Detective or not, what just happened between him and Spencer was real and Lassiter was suddenly less willing to have Spencer help with the case in anyway.

"I – I think I am." Shawn said. "I was hoping you'd go along; hook me up to a wire or something. If I can lure out Derek's killer it would work so well. We'd be golden."

"You could get hurt." Lassiter said then. "We can't have that."

"It might be the only way." Shawn insisted. "Please?"

"Absolutely not." Lassiter said. He was already forced to fathom the idea of Shawn being killed, he refused to risk that fear becoming a reality. He just had to hope Shawn didn't appeal to the Chief because in the end, it'd be her decision and Shawn had this weird ability to make her say yes to nearly anything.

"Fine." Shawn huffed a bit. "Can I at least come with you to look at the second ware house?"

Lassiter sighed, that he could do. "If it'll get you to stop."

"Great!" Shawn perked up and grabbed his coat.

"Right now?" Lassiter had to ask. Yes a couple seconds ago he was ready to jump out the door too, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Of course!" Shawn said. "The sooner the better, call Jules and Buzz."

Lassiter eventually agreed and the two were leaving Shawn's apartment and making for the second ware house.

"There's no way in hell we're going to find anything here." Lassiter cursed. The floor was littered with plastic cups and beer bottles. The ware house was big enough to hold a lot of people and it showed with the various foot prints that scattered the floor.

"We'll just glance around." Juliet had arrived with McNab just seconds before Lassiter and Shawn. She looked as if she was confused that Lassiter and Shawn had arrived together but if she wanted to ask any questions she refrained. McNab on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything funny at all and was really just there to look around and follow orders. "Try looking for any tight corners, any place where you could easily slip out with a second party unseen." Juliet told him.

"Good plan!" Shawn made his approval known before Lassiter could and strayed off in a random direction. He didn't call Gus – mainly because Gus had begged him not to stick his nose in it and he didn't feel like getting into it with him tonight. He was more interested in finding any potential clues. Shawn glanced around, after a while actually finding a small opening in one of the walls. It was poorly covered with ply wood but the space between the play wood was big enough that someone could easily slip through it. Just barely. So not really thinking about it, Shawn grabbed onto the ply wood and started to pull.

The ply wood came off the wall easier then Shawn anticipated, and Shawn had to back up a bit to keep from falling. He lost grip on the wood and it clattered to the ground making an impressive bang noise. The noise had Lassiter at Shawn's side instantaneously and Shawn would've commented on how adorable that was had it not been for the dust he was now waving out of his face.

"What the hell did you just do Spencer?" It took Lassiter a second, but he eventually noted the opening in the wall Shawn had revealed and didn't think twice about calling O'Hara over.

The nook behind the wall wasn't too big; anyone of normal height would have to squat in order to get in, not that the detectives really wanted to. The floor of the opening was just as dirty as the floor in the main part of the warehouse if not more so. Lassiter noted with strong distaste there was an abundance of used condoms and needles occupying the space.

"Classy with a capital K." Shawn made the comment with a low whistle. "As if drinking in a ware house wasn't dirty enough."

"Real professional Shawn." Juliet mused.

"I try." Shawn grinned. "You know, all these condoms remind me of my sophomore year in college." He was clearly joking, but Lassiter missed the tone.

"That's disgusting Spencer." He shot Shawn a hard look, and Shawn couldn't resist.

"Jealous?"

Juliet actually laughed, but soon the three were distracted by McNab who wandering off by himself had found something else. "Hey guys! Come look at this!"

The three all found McNab in the back of the ware house standing by a stairwell, something the first warehouse didn't have. "Do you think it's safe to climb?" McNab looked curious. Shawn stepped forward.

"I'm on it!" Shawn announced, and even though Lassiter had instinctively reached out to prevent Shawn from doing something stupid, he missed by about half an inch and Shawn was on the stairs. The stairs creaked under his weight, but within seconds Shawn was running up and down the steps. "Steps seem steady…" Of course right when he said that he tripped on his own two feet and slid down a couple steps with an impressive 'eep!' noise and only didn't manage to kill himself because he had been fast enough to grab the rail and stop his impending fall. Shawn laughed nervously. "Probably shouldn't have done that."

McNab chuckled a bit, Juliet crossed her arms, and Lassiter face palmed. He was suddenly remembering that this dancing fool was the same man he had fooled around with not two hours earlier.

Good lord what was I thinking?

Of course that didn't change how the detective was feeling, and carrying on he followed the others ip the stairs. The top of the stair case led to a second floor-obviously. However the second floor was a little more interesting than the first floor, being home to a fuse box and even more surprisingly – sound equipment. The equipment was sealed tight under tarps and it all seemed to be intact.

"I would've wondered." Shawn said honestly. "What's a party without music? Willing to bet that fuse box works too. Anyone have rubber gloves?"

"This gives us nothing." Juliet sounded tired. "Just evidence of a party spot, nothing that points to the murder next door."

"Maybe not tonight." Shawn said. He looked to Lassiter apologetically, "But I have a theory."

"Shawn – no." Lassiter made it clear. Like Gus he just wasn't hearing it.

Juliet looked between the two men – had she missed something? "Shawn?"

"More of a plan then a theory, but I need consent – and back up."

"The station." Juliet insisted then. "Let's go back to the station and you can tell me everything."

"Sounds great Jules." Shawn smiled, and Juliet grabbed McNab and ushered him out of the ware house, before Shawn could follow Lassiter had him by the arm.

"Why are you doing this?" Lassiter needed to know. "There's no guarantee, you can get seriously injured – or worse." Lassiter couldn't control the fact that his voice was pleading; he really didn't want Shawn to do this.

Shawn looked Lassiter dead in the eye, and suddenly Lassiter was seeing a new side of Shawn – a side that was a little deeper then what he was used too or even expecting. Needless to say it cut Lassiter off, Lassiter still didn't agree but the cop inside him understood and he couldn't argue. The cop inside him was the new side of Shawn that Lassiter was seeing now – he was seeing the cop Shawn should've always been. It was oddly chilling.

"I'm doing this, to catch a murderer. End of story."