Tiny again.....HEY! That is why it is a oneshot! *grins*
Dedicated to: Socks! Because the world would just not continue to turn without them
Peaceful was not a word that Carlton Lassiter would associate with his life.
Well, not often at least.
Being a detective, a head detective, made life very exciting. Plus, when you add a hyperactive 'psychic', things get even less peaceful. Still, there were those few percious moments in which Lassiter was completely happy and at peace.
Now was one of them.
The irish man had woken up early and found himself tangled up with his partner.
His partner in two ways.
The normally harsh and unhappy detective couldn't help but smile. Juliet O'hara was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. He looked around at his normally clean room and his smile grew wider.
Clothes from both of them were strewn across the floor. Amazingly, Juliet's bright green shirt was hanging from the ceiling fan.
Lassiter pulled Juliet more on top of him. He didn't mean to wake her up, but she did. She wiggled out of his grasp so she could kiss him.
"How'd you sleep?" She asked.
"Barely did."
They both grinned.
Teehee so cheesy and dumb
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