CHPTR 3-psych
Lassiter had gotten the call on Monday that he was needed to identify a body in Virginia. It was the body of an old friend from high school. They hadn't talked in more than a year and he didn't know why he was still listed as emergency contact. He had spent the rest of the day making arraignments. He would have to drive the whole way because he really hated planes, which all stems back to an incident with Shawn almost crashing one. It was about 7 hours in to the drive that he found Shawn Spencer in the back of the crown vic, pilled under some blankets.
Lassiter turned in his seat and reached a hand back to grab one of the snacks he had packed for the trip. What he found instead of salty deliciousness was one Shawn Spencer and an almost empty trail mix bag.
'Spencer? What the hell are you doing back there?' Carlton glared at the silly haired idiot.
Shawn hopped into the front seat 'Eyes on the road Lassy. I'm here for emotional support.' Shawn quickly made himself comfortable. Lasiter turned his attention back to the road, at least physically.
'Thank but no thanks. Now get out of my car' he pulled over to the side of the road. Secretly he was slightly thrilled Shawn had tried to help him, but he was more annoyed that he hadn't noticed him for 7 hours.
'Lassyface you can't expect me to hitch-hike can you? You know that's dangerous right? Besides the spirits told me that you're going to identify a dead friend and you might need a shoulder.' As much as Carlton hated to admit it, Shawn was right. There was no way he could actually leave him in the middle of no-where.
'Spirits my ass' the head detective muttered. But he really could use the company. It was a two day drive to Roanoke.
'Also I have audio books, including the Sherlock Holmes with Orson Wells doing the part of Moriarty. His voice will make you cum in your pants I swear.' He popped the disk in.