Hola there! Enjoy yet another Shassie oneshot

Dedicated to: Well, I shall dedicate this to SHASSIE!!! WOOT WOOT!!

When Shawn had been running he hadn't even felt the bullet. Now though, while he and Carlton Lassiter were hiding behind some crates, he felt it.

And it hurt like hell.

But he didn't want Lassi to think he was a baby, so he didn't say anything. Well, he did say stuff, but nothing that had to do with his burning shoulder.

"Dude, didn't you call for backup?"

Lassi rolled his eyes before he peeked over the top of the boxes. He was greeted by a shower of bullets, and barely had enough time to duck down.

"Of course I did." He snapped.

Shawn nodded. "Then please remind me why we didn't wait for them?"

Of course Shawn knew why. Lassiter hadn't believe that Shawn had solved the case and he had rushed inside the old warehouse after he radioed for backup. Shawn, not wanting the older man to kill himself, had dumbly followed.

So now, him and Lassi were hiding behind some wooden crates waiting to get shot.

One upside was that Shawn had finally proven that Monday's sucked.

Lassiter didn't respond to Shawn, he just reloaded his gun and quickly looked over the top of the crate again and fired a few times before ducking back down. Shawn heard a yell indicating that at least one bullet had hit one of the men attempting to kill them.

But now he was more concerned about the splinters that were raining down on him because of all the shots being fired this way. They were causing him even more pain, and ruining his hair.

Note: splinters are little chunks of evil.

Once the little chunks of evil stopped falling on them Lassiter nudged Shawn non-hurt shoulder. It was only the non-hurt shoulder because that was closest, the head detective had yet to notice that Shawn had been shot.

Really, how do you miss a heavily bleeding shoulder? Bad bad friend.

"We should move."

Shawn nodded and got into a position where he could easily get up and run in a matter of seconds. "Aye aye cap'n."

Lassiter again didn't reply, he just counted softly from one to three. On three they both jumped up and ran, with Lassiter firing the whole time.

Two more yells. A pause and then another. Then the two men ran deeper and deeper into the crowded warehouse (which would be an awesome place to be if people weren't shooting at you).

They continued to run until Lassiter thought they were safe from the two remaining men. Once Shawn stopped he swayed and then fell.

Another note: running while you're bleeding to death is a big no no. It is even more painful than bleeding to death while sitting still. Which, considering the amount of pain he had been in before, was pretty darn amazing. But, a word of advice, try not to be in a situation where you could possibly get shot.

Unless you have armor.

Then by all means get shot (in the armor of course), it probably feels cool.

The only thing that stopped Shawn from hitting the floor was Lassiter's arms. Although it was better than hitting the concrete floor, it still hurt. A lot. And Shawn couldn't help but show it.

"Oww!"

Lassiter carefully laid the younger man down. Then, he took off his jacket, and with surprising gentleness, pressed it against Shawn's bleeding shoulder.

"Aww Lassi! I knew you loved me!"

Amazing! Even in intense pain Shawn could still tease.

Lassiter blushed a bright pink and rolled his eyes.

Shawn raised his eyebrows.

"Do you?" He asked seriously.

Lassiter turned his head away. "Can we have this conversation when you don't have a bullet in you?"

Shawn smiled. "Knew it!"

"Oh you did? How?"

"Psychic! You should look that word up, then maybe you'd understand how I know these things."

"Shut up."

It was quiet for a few minutes before sirens could be heard.

Shawn grinned. "Yay! A few more minutes closer to our talk."

The 'psychic' wiggled his eyebrows and Lassiter smiled.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

"Psh, whatever. You know you're excited too."

And, he was.

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