Well, the first installation of my chapters I wrote at 4 in the morning with only 2 hours of sleep.
Dedicated to: Ummm.......I shall dedicate this to the wonderful people who help people with carpal tunnel, because god knows I'm gonna get it sometime
Errr.......again, wrote this at 4 in the morning......so it sucks C:
Lassiter was as happy as his gruff nature would allow him to be. He was solving every case thrown at him without the help of the so-called psychic.
……Crap.
As soon as the head detective thought that, guess who came bounding in? The 'psychic' skipped over to Lassiter's desk, a giant grin plastered on his face. Before the younger man even spoke Lassiter had a headache.
"Hello there Carls!"
Oh great, just when the nickname Lassi stopped making Lassiter see red.
"Go away Spencer, you are not needing, or wanted here."
The grin grew wider.
"Wrong!" He said happily. "The Chief called me. So, I am both wanted and needed."
Ok, this would require more coffee if Lassiter was to survive this. Lassiter rolled his eyes and stood up while grabbing his half empty (such a pessimist) coffee mug. The older man pushed past Shawn so he could get to the coffee machine.
Psh, like Shawn would ever just leave Lassiter alone that easily. The pseudo psychic tried to jump out in front of the older man but his foot caught on the side of the desk. The younger man started to fall, but luckily Lassiter was there to cushion his fall.
Wait, Lassiter?!?! Crap!
As soon as Shawn hit Lassiter, Lassiter's coffee spilt on his new white shirt. Then, he landed on the floor and Shawn landed on top of him.
Double crap.
Knowing he was in serious trouble, Shawn tried to run, but Lassiter grabbed his arm in a death grip.
"DAMNIT SPENCER!"
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