(Disclaimer. Still don't own Psych or its character except for the ones I made up.)
(AN. Thanks to StormHerder for the awesome review! It made my day so this chapter is for you! I plan on going through all the seasons, of course I'll be skipping episodes and adding my own stuff, like I said it's going to be a little AU so hope you guys don't mind :)... Also I'm just going to let everyone know I'm not to great with doing the whole references that Shawn does so don't expect a lot of that. This is mainly about the amazing Lassiter! So enjoy!)
No amount of whining from Shawn was enough to get Gus to come to Henry's dinner, claiming it was the perfect time for him to catch up with family while he caught up on work.
And so here he was sitting at the dining table listening to Dez, who was cutting up some pineapple for the fruit salad, answer Henry's game of 20 questions.
They were currently at question number nineteen.
"So where have you been the last few years?"
"Well I stayed in San Francisco while I went to school for dance, graduated and then spent most of my years with a group of dancers traveling the world. Just recently I was staying at mom's before coming here."
As proud as Henry was of his kids he couldn't help but wish they had gone and gotten real jobs instead. But instead he ended up with a dancer and a Psychic. Shawn couldn't stop his grin when he saw the grimace on dad's face.
"And what about that Zack fellow you ran off with?"
The smile that had been on her face all day was suddenly gone, quickly and quietly she excused herself and took off towards the bathroom.
The two Spencer's exchanged looks and moved closer to whisper, Henry actually looked worried.
"What do you think happened between her and Zack?"
Frowning Shawn thought back to high school trying to remember anything he could about Zack. Flashes of an over controlling jock with a short temper but near the end of school he seemed to have fixed his problems.
"I'm sensing-" Just as he was raising a hand to his head it was smacked away by Henry.
"You and I both know that mumbo jumbo is all an act so cut to the point."
"You take away all the fun… Okay what I can remember of him was that he was a jock with anger issues and a bit of a control freak. Rumor has it he went to a shrink and turned over a new leaf." Henry sighed and ran a hand over his head, he didn't like the idea that something bad happened to his little girl and knew that asking her wasn't going to get them any information.
"You know how your sis is and as much as it hurts me to say this but none of us are close enough to find out what really happened."
Shawn was silent but gave his dad a reassuring smile when he heard the bathroom door open and Dez walked back in kitchen looking like nothing had happened. Henry was right, she wasn't going to spill anytime soon.
"So Shawn… You're a Psychic now? When did this happen?"
A tired chuckle from Henry and he was slipping away to go fetch the steaks from the grill.
"Well you remember dear old dad's wonderful training right? Well one thing led to another and I kind of told the Chief and the entire Police Department that I was Psychic."
Dez was looking at him like he had grown a second head. "You lied- no you are still lying to the Police Department, don't you know what's going to happen if and when someone finds out?" Shawn rolled his eyes and merely grinned. "That is why no one is going to tell them besides I'm to smart and handsome to be caught."
"Your good looks will only get you so far Shawnie." She warned as she finished adding the pineapple to a bowl full of mixed fruit.
"Man I don't mean to brag but I think I outdid myself tonight with the steaks!" Said Henry as he walked back in with a plate full of steaks.
The rest of night was spent in silence with the exception of a few harmless questions and plenty question left unspoken or answered.
For the next few days no one saw Dez as she kept herself busy looking for a place to live and going to work. That was until Shawn invited her to watch the Civil War reenactment with him and Gus, of course she had said yes having never been to one and always wanted to.
She was stretching out on the blanket Shawn had laid out, basking in the warm sun and watched the people below rehearse. Today she choose to wear denim shorts, a yellow tank top and black ballet flats.
"Is that Lassiter?" Questioned Gus while frowning.
"Yes it is." Shawn couldn't wipe away his grin.
"What died on his face?" Gus received a smack on the arm for that.
"Come on guys be nice. I think he pulls off the whole." She waved a hand over her face. "Thing very well."
The rehearsal had just begun, cannons firing, men yelling and shooting at each other. Dez was greatly enjoying the show.
"Hey guys what's up?" Looking over Desirae saw a blonde woman in a nice suit. "Jules! So glad you could make it. You here to mock Lassies ridiculous face wig as well?"
The young Detective glanced suspiciously from Shawn to Desirae who were sitting next to each other. "I actually came to see the rehearsal with you guys… So uh who is this?"
"Oh! Silly me, Jules this is my little sister Desirae, Dezzy this is the lovely Juliet." The two shook hands, O'Hara feeling slightly better for some reason. "You never said anything about a sister.." "He's just jealous that I'm so much more awesome than he is and doesn't want anyone to find out." Both girls began to giggle and Shawn knew he had to put a stop to it before they began to give each other makeovers which would eventually lead to gossiping about every embarrassing thing about him.
"At least I don't have a facial hair fetish. Granted Lassie has a great pornstasche going on but it has nothing on Burt Reynolds."
Trying to glare while blushing wasn't working well for Dez.
"It's not a fetish Shawn, I just think there are some men in this world that look great with the whole beard and mustache. Unlike you."
Feigning hurt Shawn put a hand to chest and leaned against Gus. "Such cruel words… You know I'd look great with a beard don't'cha buddy?"
Gus chuckled before looking serious. "I am so not picking sides."
Sighing the 'Psychic' stood up and moved to help his sister stand up. "Don't worry Gus because I know that if you didn't have a crush on my sister that you'd so be on my side."
With that he began to head towards Lassiter's direction all while mocking him loudly. Desirae blinked and glanced at Gus who quickly scrambled up from the blanket and ran after Shawn.
"That's so not true!"
By now Lassiter had just climbed down from his horse to talk to the rehearsal party when he noticed the group heading his way, he growled in annoyance when he spotted Spencer but stopped once he saw Desirae.
'Act cool Carlton.'
"Miss Spencer!" He mentally smack himself. That wasn't cool at all and he couldn't help but notice her flinch.
"Desirae works fine Lassiter. Miss Spencer is more reserved for my mom"
With a nod he tried once more. "So uh what's brings you here?"
"My brother told me there would be a reenactment this week. He failed to mention that you would be here leading the show. Is this something you do yearly?"
"It is something I greatly enjoy and participate in quite often. My great-great-grandfather Muscum T. Lassiter fought in the Civil War."
Dez was trying to pay attention but it didn't help to have Shawn and Gus bickering and laughing behind Lassiter's back.
"This so happens to be personally my favorite reenactment and the whole thing would be going greatly if someone would stop napping!"
Silently excusing himself from their conversation he began to walk over to the "napping" person. Soon it became quickly obvious to everyone that the person was dead. Jules instantly called in support while Dez, pale and now sick looking was about to walk away, like Guster she too couldn't stand to see a dead body.
"I think I'm going to head home guys…"
"Hold on!" Called Lassiter as he ran over. "I need to get a statement from you first…"
She gave a weird look that maybe meant she was going to throw up or was possibly offended. "I mean I know you obviously didn't do anything but you know, it's my job and…"
With a weak sigh she nodded in understanding as she told him what she had saw. As she was walking away she stopped and turned back to Lassiter.
"Oh Lassiter! Ignore my brother about the…" She pointed at his face. "I think it looks good on you."
With a smile she went on her way never noticing the smile on his face.
'Well I was going to take it off but I guess I could leave it on a little longer…'
Later on that day Lassiter had stopped by the local grocery store to grab a few things when he noticed Desirae in the checkout lane, well more like he stood there saying nothing when she eventually noticed him and waved.
"Fancy running into you here. Oh you got rid of the beard?"
Absently he ran a hand over his chin. "Yeah, Chief made me. Hurt like a son of a gun though, that glue doesn't come off easily."
"So did you guys find out what happened?" Shifting his weight he shook his head. "Can't really talk about it because it's Police business but I will find out what happened."
"Understandable and of course you'll figure it out, I mean your not Head Detective for nothing right?"
Carlton nodded and gave a low chuckle, the line moved forward a person and although the small basket in his hand was empty he found himself moving with it, lost in the conversation.
"So is that for you and Mr. Spencer?" He motioned to the various food in her buggy. "Nope this is all for me to put in my new fridge."
"Oh! So you found yourself a place to stay at then?" Dez was beaming with joy and nodded as another person had finished paying and she was up next.
"I just got the keys today and it's such a cute loft, about fifteen minutes walking distance from the beach too. Maybe you've heard of it, called the Sea Breeze?"
He went over the name in his head and nodded, it had a good history and very low record of break ins and attacks. He made a mental note to do a double check on the people living there…. After a few seconds he began to question why he was wanting to do that.
Suddenly he realized that Desirae had kept on talking and he didn't hear what she was talking about.
"-So if you wanted to you could come over in the mornings, whenever your not busy and join me… What do you think?"
"Sounds great!" He blurted out and instantly started kicking himself for agreeing to something he had no idea what he was agreeing to in the first place.
"Awesome well I'm in number 142 so I'll hopefully see you later?" Desirae had already finished paying and was grabbing her bags as she waved and walked away.
He stood there silently for a few seconds until the cashier cleared her throat and was looking at his empty basket. He cursed his Irish complexion as he blushed, quickly placing the basket down and walked away empty handed. Whatever he had planned on buying could wait, right now he had two cases on his mind. Who murdered one of his men and what had he just agreed to.