AN: A double post! Woohoo
Chapter spesifics:
Characters: Lassiter, Shawn
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Spoilers: none
Opposite 2: Find/lose
Lassiter stepped out of his car; the high beams showed exactly what he was looking for. He picked up his radio.
"O'Hara, I found him…the beach." Without another word he tossed the radio back into the car and made his way down the sandy path. The soft rumble of his car motor mixing with the sound of the waves lapping against the shore was almost relaxing. At least it would have been, if it was not for the silhouetted figure rocking backward and forward. The detective slowly approached him.
"Spencer?" No response. "Spencer?" he asked again as he neared the unresponsive man. "Spencer…Shawn!" Brunette head slowly rose, finally meeting the worried gaze. Lassiter felt renewed worry grip his gut. The psychic's normally lively eyes were shrouded with despair. His skin was a pale contrast to the crimson on his face and hands.
"Spencer, are you hurt?" Lassiter asked, his voice unnaturally soft. Shawn shook his head mechanically. "Spencer…the blood…"
"It's hers," Shawn muttered, "It's all hers." Lassiter felt a wave of sympathy hit him.
"Spencer, you saved her life. She's gonna be fine."
"Fine Lassie?" The trails of tears on his cheeks reflected in the car light as he turned to face the detective. "You didn't see her…how could se ever be fine?" His hazel eyes dropped back to the sand at his feet.
"Spencer look at me," Lassiter ordered. The detective found Shawn's eyes sickeningly hard to look into. "The Serial killer is behind bars and one little girl is alive. Because. Of. You. She will be fine…and so will you."
"Can you really be sure?" the vulnerable desperation hit Carlton right in the heart.
"Yes," the detective assured. Come on Spencer. You have Gus and O'Hara worried sick." And Lassiter also, though he'd never admit it. Shawn nodded slowly and Carlton pulled him to his feet. "Look you're right, I didn't see her; but I've seen cases like this before."
"How did you do it?"
"You force yourself to remember she's alive," Lassiter replied. Shawn still looked devastated, but his eyes didn't look so dead. Lassiter pushed the younger man forward. "Alright Spencer are you gonna come willingly or am I gonna have to cuff you? Really I'm fine with either." The slightest hint of a smile flitted at Shawn's lips, but it was enough for now. Lassiter had managed to find the psychic, but now he was sure they won't lose the immature irritating, happy-go-lucky, spastic psychic they knew.