Comforting Touch
Shawn/Lassiter
PG
196 Words
The Chief rushed out of her office, Juliet behind her, and Gus following the junior detective eagerly.
Only Shawn and Lassiter stayed behind. Lassiter was sitting tensely in the chair, the case having gotten to him. More so because it was a teenager who had gotten killed and they were still no closer to finding who did it- or to someone who even might have had any clue to help them.
"Well, lookie here, we're all alone in Chief Vick's office," Shawn drawled in his deep voice, crawling into Carlton's lap and throwing his arms around the lanky detective.
Lassiter threw an annoyed look at his lover. "For the last time, Spencer, we're not doing anything in the Chief's office that'd get me arrested for indecent exposure."
Shawn mock pouted, but didn't press. In a more serious matter, he asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Gloomy Face?"
He shook his head. "No, but I'll once we capture this bastard."
Shawn nodded, and put his head down on Lassiter's shoulder, his fingers playing at the nape of Carlton's neck. The soft touch soothed Carlton's erratic nerves, and he just held on tighter to the body draped over him.