Kay…this is my favorite chapter so far. You'll see why…

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Now, you'll see why…

Oh and…Love Him, Alright?

When this realization had crossed Henry's face, he had settled down quickly, commandeering the situation with Lassiter standing in the back, both feeling and looking forlorn. Maybe what shocked the head detective most was the whole demeanor Henry had acquired within mere minutes-a different attitude and tone that had settled Shawn enough so that he had transpired from behind Lassiter, his hands slipping from the elder's shirt.

Henry had motioned for somewhere private to talk with the detective, alone, much to Shawn's chagrin, but the psychic was content enough to lean against Juliet's desk, (she would glance down and smile kindly at him every so often) to take a small nap with Lassiter's coat strewn over and pulled up to his shoulders.

Shawn dozed off, not even aware of the conversation that was being held about him in interrogation room number eight.

"This is the third time it's happened."

"What? The third time? How is that-" Lassiter gazed at the man in mixed disbelief and humor.

"Don't you think that explains a few things? How oddly comfortable he is? How happy at times? The kid doesn't remember half the things about this crazy world until it's too late! …which explains why the hospital was so lax about this whole matter, to now doesn't it?"

This confused Lassiter fully. "How did…how did you get him back?" Henry rubbed his eyes.

"Like I said, this is the third time. The first time he was only five. It was me he was attached to until he…recovered the best he could. Then, when he was sixteen, and I blew up at him for being a stupid careless idiot on that bike of his, he went to Gus. You might have heard about the Mexico Border incident from Gus sooner or later?" Henry chuckled to himself as if reliving the memory right then and there, and Lassiter merely blinked.

A long pause then, "Now it's you he needs."

An even longer pause…

"…So what happens now?" Carlton questioned, fearing yet relishing the answer. Henry took a long sigh.

"Listen, I've seen how he acts around you, both now and before. There's no denying the kid thinks the world of you at times, though for what reason I'm not sure yet. But either way, the best things are to keep an eye out for him, watch him, help him, guide him." Henry had ticked the things to do off his fingers as he spoke. He got to his last finger, flicking it up.

"Oh, and…. Love him, alright?"

He received the response of a gaping Lassiter, resembling something of a fish.

Henry smirked, standing curtly up, and signaling silently that the conversation was over, despite the ten questions Lassiter still had swarming for an answer within his mind. He followed the retired detective out automatically, staying three steps behind him. Or Henry was purposefully staying three steps ahead of him, you never could tell…

"And another thing," Henry turned on his heels. "You catch that bastard who did this to my son, you hear?"

Lassiter set his jaw. "Yessir. In fact, that's what my partner is doing right now." He affirmed.

"Good." The tone of the oldest Spencer's voice used a deep threatening tone that resonated until Lassiter mentally vowed to never cross the older when it came to Shawn.

He was still smiling to himself when he got to Juliet's desk, she was standing by it, looking hurried and she turned franticly to the older detective when he emerged.

A protective sort of spark ignited within him as possible things that could have, might have, Dear God they better not have, happened to Shawn ran though his mind.

"What's going on O'Hara?" his words were curter than he had intentioned. But he couldn't help it.

"Nothing with, Shawn, not really." She eased, as if she sensed the oncoming over-protective hurricane her partner could become. "It's just…I need to go and I didn't want to leave him here by himself, you know." She had everything ready, desk locked and whatnot, and she stood saintly beside the sleeping form of Shawn.

Lassiter ran a hand through his hair, and a mental image of what he needed to do…he had already shut down everything and turned in paper. He had yelled at all the right newbie officers-had his keys. Shawn had his coat, Lassiter hid a fond smile at this.

"Yeah, I'm…gonna take him home. You find that guy yet?"

"No… but we've got half the station on the look out. This guy is a repeated, very twisted offender. It shouldn't take long. He was sloppy."

Lassiter nodded halfheartedly, then stooped down and drew Shawn into his arms, jacket miraculously still slung over his body. Shawn nuzzled his nose into the cook of the detective's neck, but otherwise maybe no other moves as to if he was awake.

"He's sleeping so soundly." Juliet commented.

Lassiter nodded, "He took his medication about an hour ago. Stupidest little pill, takes away his pain immediately-then makes him narcoleptic for a good three hours after." He didn't want to smile at Juliet, didn't want her to think he was glad that she had kept such good gaurd over his…friend.

"See ya O'Hara."

She smiled gently, waving at their retreating forms. "Bye guys." Then, in a volume no one could hear but her she murmured, "You're in good hands, Shawn."

OoOooOooOoThe Next DayOoOooOooOo

Today was okay so far. He had woken up to the smell of pancakes-Lassie was, apparently, a very good cook and this made Shawn more than appreciative toward the older man who served him breakfast and let him sleep on the couch.

Lassie had then dropped him off at his Dad's, saying he needed to run some errands for certain things. Shawn wasn't sure just what they were…but he trusted Lassie, and Lassie said his Dad would bring him to the station so…

His dad had dropped him off in his truck, and while no one spoke a word in the truck until Shawn said uttered a polite 'good bye' like Lassie would have reminded him, his dad looked like he wanted to say something more to him, but Shawn wasn't sure what it was-and his father seemed to quell the need to speak in length and merely said good bye as well, and that was the end to that conversation.

As the brunette pattered up the steps and under the concrete overhang, he looked around, merely glancing at times. Pleased with himself that he remembered every ones names at the station, he clipped his pass to the bottom of his t-shirt and, without a word, headed right towards Lassie's desk without any other major thoughts.

Just because he remembered everyone names, doesn't mean he had to actually talk to them…though Lassie had proposed the idea more than once.

Just like Lassie had promised, he was sitting at his desk in the exact same position as the long ago as Shawn could remember… albeit that was only two days worth of memories, but who was counting? And this time his desk was cleared just beside him. Shawn quickened his pace and the detective gazed up at him long before Shawn said his name.

"Lassie!" With a quiet, cheerful sound, hopped up onto the cleared space on his desk and crossed his legs, resting his head in his hands and smiling softly at his Lassie.

"Everything go as planned, Shawn?" The detective asked, before flicking his gaze back to the keyboard and screen and Shawn all at once. Shawn shrugged, "My Dad brought me. In his white grayish truck." Lassiter didn't have the last words go unnoticed. Lately Shawn had been relating things he described with color, like the yellow pineapple, the brown jacket that was Lassie's. These words were just proof Shawn was no where near to the mindset he used to be a mere week ago.

And just proof that the head detective needed to work all that harder with the younger.

"Hey guys," Lassiter' caught the wound of Juliet's voice, her smile soft and she carried a familiar white cup in her right hand as she neared them. She knew, both about New Shawn and Lassiter's current…protective state. He caught the momentary look of surprise that was on her face as she saw Shawn' position on his desk. Without missing a beat she continued, "I brought something for you Shawn, a pineapple smoothie!" Ah, Lassiter knew what she was up to now. She was trying to break through to his psychic, help him in his quest to pull Shawn out of the dark. They were all worried about him, after all.

Shawn had pulled his emerald eyes from Lassie, watching the blonde next to him carefully. He took the chilly feeling cup into his own hand with a practice smile and said "Thank you." without much emotion. A few moments with his grip on the cup and a memory drifted back to him.

Without even taking a sip he presented the cup to Lassiter. "It's missing something." He stated mater of factually. Lassiter, who suddenly felt very important, took the cup from his charge's slim fingers into his own and sipped some of the flavored iced yogurt from the Styrofoam cup.

Shawn missed the curious look from Juliet because he smiled widely at Lassiter and held out his hand for the cup back. As soon as it touched his grip he took a larger sip than Lassie, grinning happily. At the taste of liquid, his gaze snapped slightly, and Lassiter, sensing something, looked up and waited. Shawn was going to show off in a moment just how much the detective had 're-taught' him.

As he swallowed the smoothie, Shawn sat up straight and met Juliet's gaze equally.

"Thanks Jules." He said. For a few moments, Shawn was Shawn again.

The look on his partner' face was most gratifying.

"Taste good?"

Shawn blinked over that raucously green straw. The brunette smiled comfortably. That nice blonde girl he had met earlier -the one who had given him and Lassie a smoothie- had gone off somewhere for something or other. He wasn't sure but he had an inkling it was bad 'cause she and Carly looked all serious.

But as long as he was with Lassiter, it was really okay.

So did you like? Oh, I hope you did!! I aim, not only to kill, (but because my license to kill has been revoked), but to please!

Besides, I couldn't tell you why my license to kill was revoked-because then I would have to kill you. Which I can't do because my license to kill has been revoked. xD