This is the second to last chapter, I'm pretty sure. Please, I spent a lot of time on this, I hope you enjoy it! And I worked really hard on it…I just hope it shows! Um, please know the next chapter may take a little longer to get here, but not much. That just means it's going to be a lot longer, kay? Thank you for reading this and keeping with me, of you are and do.

Disclaimer: Dude. No way, Jose.

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Can I Sleep With You Tonight?

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Shawn twisted beneath the waves, tugging desperately at the jagged wires from some sunken sort of steel-netting that had ensnared the detective's jacket. 'Can't end like this, Lassiter. Can't…'

And then, like a phenomenon, pure and fantastic, there was an underwater tearing noise and Lassie was free! Shawn latched his arms possessively around the detective's chest from behind and pushed off hard from the murky mud.

They surfaced moments later, Shawn gasping air…Lassiter not.

Juliet promptly shrieked, Henry jumping into action and pulling Carlton out of the water-Shawn scrambling shortly after. He coughed for a long moment, head bowed away from Lassiter. And then suddenly, there were two people gasping for air on the dock.

"Carly!" Shawn forgot his own lack of air immediately, and crawled to the older detective's side, who was flat out on the dock chest heaving.

"Shawn…" Lassiter let out in a wheeze, trying with much effort to sit up. Henry propped him up-despite Juliet's statements "You should keep still, Detective!" and the Irish man observed the Shawn's bedraggled form. Shawn smiled, tiredly, sheepishly, at him, their faces mere inches from each other. Lassiter reached up with one sluggish feeling hand, wiping away some condensation from Shawn's cheek, not sure if it was water, or tears.

Shawn hummed a contented noise and rested his forehead on Lassiter's still soaked chest. "Heaven can wait for you, 'kay?" Carlton just smiled tiredly, letting his head fall back onto the dock, and then grinned to himself.

Okay, Shawn. I get it, I'm yours.

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"What do you mean you're not going to the hospital!? You almost drowned Carlton-Drowned!" As if Juliet thought adding that last 'drowned' would alter the Head Detective's decision. Tch. He had promised Shawn dinner, and he would dammed if the younger couldn't enjoy his time like he'd promised before. Shawn didn't need to see Lassiter in a hospital-and Lassiter didn't need to see himself in a hospital.

"For God's sake O'Hara, I'm fine!"

"But…" Carlton groaned inwardly, before checking to see if Spencer was within hearing range. (And Shawn had a long hearing range, Carlton learned that the hard way a while back.) He wasn't.

"Listen, I'm perfectly fine, despite being a little lightheaded, ordinary signs of almost drowning. Now, I want you to go back to the station and see if there's an update on you-know-who yet. Then you are to go home at the right hour, no working over time. A burned out partner is useless to me. I'll check up on him too when I get back tomorrow. Right now though…" Carlton didn't say what was 'right now, though…' Because both of them knew it was Shawn. No words needed about that subject.

"And that is an order, got it, O'Hara?" He added her last name on just for emphasis along with the fact that she was to obey.

"…Alright, but Carlton…" Juliet chewed her lip in pent irritation. He's so stubborn, sometimes! Still they both wanted this creep caught and behind bars. Though maybe Lassiter wanted the man worked over with a baseball bat more than behind bars.

"Take it easy, okay?"

She thought she saw him smile. A little.

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When Shawn got into the car, he let his damp head fall back onto the headrest. He was exhausted…Lord knows how Lassie was holding up. Speaking of which.

Juliet's car drove away just as Carlton seemed to drop his body in the seat, before taking and deep breath and resting his forehead on the steering wheel. Shawn sat forward toward the older worriedly, eyebrows knitting in sadness and confusion.

"Lassie? You okay?" He asked an anxious look on his face.

Carlton glanced sideways at him, then, with out taking his forehead from the wheel, he let a long tired sigh, reaching forward with one still soaking hand to touch Shawn's check with his fingertips ever so faintly.

"That was a stupid thing for you to do, Shawn." Shawn's eyes fluttered lower at Carlton's tone.

"Yeah."

"Promise me you'll never do something reckless again like that?"

Shawn parted his lips to protest, but Lassiter cut him off at the corner. "Promise me?" He said forcefully, hinting the danger and just how far he Carlton Lassiter would go for Shawn Spencer.

"I promise, Carlton." The fact his first name was used only sealed the pact even tighter, zipped locked it closed and in the end of the whole ordeal the two decided to not go to dinner anyway…

After arriving home at Lassiter' apartment, they both said night but merely went their separate away about the apartment, Shawn lighting on the couch as usual and snuggling under a worn blanket that more resembled a towel pulled down from a rather obscure closet.

That Night, at precisely 11:43, but no one's counting and Lassie's clocks are two minute ahead of themselves.

When Lassiter, who is in fact, a light sleeper, heard his door creak apologetically open in the middle of the night in the middle o the dark, his hand twitched from under his blankets toward his bedside dresser, seeking out a certain gun of his.

"Lassie?" The word was breathed, almost desperately, and even the weird tone was enough to give away just who was at his door at the bewitching hour.

"What's up, Spencer?" Hopefully the responding ambiance from Carlton would disperse any concepts of Shawn doing something too exciting or thrilling tonight. He wasn't sure he could take it.

"Can I sleep with you please?" Carlton's eyes flew open so fast he still had an after vision of a dream he had been looking forward too.

The kid thought he could sleep with him!? Tch. The great detective Carlton Lassiter was ready set and go to tell Shawn 'No.' And send the little rabble-rouser pseudo-psychic back to his own bed, (couch) and take his blanket, (small towel) with him. Despite the tears that might arise from Shawn…

"Please?" And big tough Carlton folded like a flower. Damn. Couldn't even see him and he was cute sounding. Damn.

"Just tonight, alright? We don't want a bad habit growing out of this…" Though in all truth, Lassiter didn't partially mind something like bad habit swelling out of this sort of thing.

"Kay." Shawn fumbled with letting go of his blanket and getting his body into the bed at the same time, of course his stitches pulled and his medicine was overdue and a painful yelp sounded in the darkness before he toppled face first into Lassiter's chest, the older having sat up and had been reaching for his bedside lamp while Shawn fumbled about in the close pitch blackness of the room.

Carlton decided they could live with out the lamp, for fear of Shawn seeing his now beat red face he was positive he had. With Lassiter's aid and steady hands Shawn managed to snuggle beside the Irish man and tug a bit of the blanket about his waist.

After much 'humphing' and 'ouching,' Shawn settled down for what Carlton hoped was the last time. They both needed their sleep; a certain one recovering from Hell needed the most sleep out of both of them. (Despite the fact the recoveree was the one squirming so much.)

Shawn gazed up at Lassiter, Lassiter gazing down into the dark.

"Any reason why you're here, Shawn?"

"Nightmare." In the dark, Carlton felt the shrug, and noted the signs that pointed emphatically that Shawn was close to tears in his uncertainty and haste.

A long drown out pause, and then, "You want to talk about it?"

"Not really Lassie, I just…I just want to get some rest, and you're…all I got to feel safe anymore. I dunno anymore, I just dunno." The way Shawn spoke those words…had he been having nightmare before coming to the detective? For how long? How bad had they been? Carlton was pretty sure what caused all of this-

"Look Shawn, I'm worried about you… It's… It's like you lost your spark," Carlton whispered to him, watching the slighter man carefully.

"I think I might have maybe…I just can't remember my 'spark,' Lassie." Shawn whispered softly with a sigh.

"Shawn… I want to help, how can I?"

"I just dunno Lassie…I'm sorry. I just want to sleep."

"Oh…okay…" A few minutes passed, before Carlton comprehending the fact he now had a fully relaxed sleeping Shawn Spencer beside him.

"That didn't take long." Carlton chuckled with the darkness for moment then, cautiously, drew the younger into his arms, cradling him protectively.

"G'night Spencer." He murmured. But no matter how he tried, he just couldn't resist just one innocent kiss on the top of that brunette mop.

"Dude, he stole that truck"! Shawn

"Great, now we got a mummy on the loose and the son of a bitch knows how to drive a stick!?" Gus

Seriously, Psych's season finale was the BEST. Despite the fact it ended, which really really sucks!!

But it was still pretty good, a lot of good one liners, don't you think?