A/N: New chapter! Aww yeah. So you'll notice a lack of police work in this fic. So I'm just going to repeat myself – this is a 'chick flick' being written for fun. You'll notice compared to my last two fics, the chapters are half as long as my usual. Why? Well. All of my energy is being saved for my original manuscript – oh yeah...did I mention I was writing my own books now? Well I am. I can't give a lot of detail though. Not yet.

Anyway! Enjoy, and as always – please review!

~Matilda

Ballroom Dancing (The Tour Pt 2)

An hour later, as Shawn had mentioned before. Gus and Henry arrived at the house. Shawn motioned for Lassiter and Juliet to follow him to the front to let the other two in.

"Gus!" Shawn practically jumped on his buddy. Gus greeted him with a hand to the face.

"Hold on Shawn." Gus took a step into the house. "Let me breathe that in." He started taking deep breaths. Shawn stared at him blankly.

"Breathe what in?" Shawn gestured to Gus, but looked to his dad for an explanation.

"He's..." Henry made a "Uhgh..." noise as if he couldn't believe he was saying this. "He's breathing in the old architecture. He was blabbing about it the whole ride over. If you ask me he's nuts."

"Nuts?" Gus went on the defensive. "Breathing in historic architecture is not nuts. As an alumni of the Young Architecture society of Santa Barbara, I will have you know, that any soul who is appreciative of any historic landmark, knows that the air of an hold house, is something much too beautiful to waste. We have to breathe it in while we can, before this entire landscape is inevitably taken over by the concrete jungle."

Lassiter and Juliet just shrugged at each other. Henry gave an exasperated. "Oh for the love of...here we go..."

Shawn didn't even blink. "Dude...a Young Archi- what? And an alumni? Really? You were in that club for like...a day."

"Three days Shawn. Three wonderful days." Gus looked proud. "And I would've stayed longer too, if the society master hadn't moved to NYC."

"NYC?" Everyone turned to face Cal who was coming down the steps. (The back foyer of the house mirrored the front.) "New York City is a fantastic get away. You should really go sometime Gus."

"Hey Cal." Gus greeted him calmly. "You've met everyone?

"Yes." Cal smiled, and much to Lassiter's dismay he made himself comfortable by putting his arm up and around Shawn's shoulders. "Henry, I'm so glad you were able to come. How are you?"

"Oh." Looked to Cal. "About the same as last week. When you asked me that. Twice."

"Right." Cal gave a small laugh. The conversation was a bit awkward. This immediately made Lassiter feel better. As a cop, he knew exactly when two people didn't get along. He could tell right away Henry wasn't very fond of Cal. Lassiter was pleased by this.

"Um Cal?" Juliet spoke up. "You said after everyone got here, we'd finish the tour."

"I did, didn't I?" Cal conceded. "Right well! Where too first? The kitchen? The basement? The library? The ballroom?"

"Oh the ballroom!" Juliet nearly squeaked. "Please?"

"Jules." Shawn tsked. "I never took you, a hard edged cop to be such...such a princess."

"Hey!" Juliet snapped back to herself. "Shawn. This is a weekend off for me. I've worked every weekend for the last six months, because every time I book time of – we get a time eating case! Do you know how frustrating that can be?"

"Pretty frustrating..." Shawn admitted.

"Exactly. So this weekend, I'm hiding the badge, bringing out the glitter, and the unicorns, and I'm going to be a girl god dammit!"

By the time Juliet finished ranting, she had all five men cornered and was leaning forward as they were leaning back. She took a breath, smiled, then dusted off her shirt. "So! Ballroom?"

Every single man nodded, not a single word spoken between them. They then started walking towards the ballroom.

"This is the ballroom." Cal swung open two large double doors and led everyone inside. The ballroom was huge, with chandeliers hanging in every corner and on the middle, and the dance floor being a freshly buffed oak. Juliet was the first to comment.

"I feel like I just stepped into beauty and the beast."

"I hear that..." Gus couldn't take his eyes off her as she swayed into the room in a dream like state.

"This room is barely used." Shawn said then. "I've been here a handful of times, and we never come in here."

Cal shrugged. "Not my fault, I can't dance."

Cal admitting this, made Lassiter feel somewhat victorious.

"I still think it's hilarious, that a man of your social class cannot dance." Shawn was chuckling. His small mockery of Cal made Lassiter feel very happy indeed.

"Shawn had lessons right up until he was ten." Henry said then.

"Yeah." Gus commented with a grin. "I remember he came home from his last class. He broke Karley Morrison's ankle."

Lassiter perked a brow, Shawn could dance?

"Hey!" Shawn defended. "That little bitch pushed me. So I took her down with me."

"Puh-lease." Henry butted in. "The only reason you took those classes in the first place, was because your mother insisted it would help build character. When in reality you were clumsy as all hell, and not a week went by where your dance instructor didn't call to inform me that you bulldozed another student."

"I actually have an explanation for that."

"Oh really?"

"Yes." Shawn assured. "The truth is, you had a tiny little guy for a son. The instructor due to my gender insisted I learn how to lead, and I could never hold posture. I actually tried it again after I moved to Germany for awhile. I'm much better at following."

"I really don't believe you." Henry challenged. "Prove it somehow."

Shawn looked over to Cal expectantly. Cal held up his hands in refusal. "I already said I couldn't dance."

Lassiter jumped on the chance. "I can."

All eyes were now on him.

"You can?" Juliet blinked. "You can dance?"

"I believe it." Gus stood up for him. "He picked up tap dancing really fast. Only dancers with previous experience pick it up as quick as he did."

"Oooooh." Shawn commented. "Fancy Lassie can dance."

"Well Spencer?" Lassiter asked in his usual 'don't screw with me' tone. "We going to stand around here talking all night, or are we going to cut some goddamn carpet?"

"Well." Shawn responded in a haughty tone. "Challenge accepted."

Lassiter noted with well concealed glee that Cal's facial expression had attempted to twist into something less casual. However Cal keeping his appearance just grinned and played it cool. Lassiter suppressed the urge to grin. "Well we can't dance without music."

"Cal has music." Shawn piped in. "Do you mind Cal?"

"Not at all." Cal started walking across the ballroom, and as he passed Lassiter he gave the detective a sideways glance that was purely in warning. After a few seconds Cal was across the room and had vanished behind a curtain.

"Where is he going?" Jules asked.

"The sound booth." Gus answered. He then pointed up and across the room, to a balcony which was completely encased by glass. Sure enough a few seconds later Cal popped up in the booth. He looked down at all of them and gave a cocky wave. Lassiter just stared disapprovingly.

Lassiter then had to avert his eyes when Cal locked eyes with Shawn and blew him a kiss, and Shawn like a lovesick puppy; pretended to catch it, and put it in his pocket for later.

Cal from the sound booth held a microphone up to his mouth, his voice filling the room. "You guys take the first position and I'll push play."

"Sounds good to me." Lassiter looked over to Shawn. "Ready?"

"Born ready."

Shawn looked to Gus and Jules who simply smiled, both of them enjoying their time. Henry on the other hand had his arms crossed, and he was giving Lassiter a firm eye. Lassiter felt a blush creep up from under his shirt. He suddenly had a hunch Henry knew about his feelings for Shawn. Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea?

Oh but Lassiter couldn't help it. He followed Shawn to the middle of the room, and turned so that they were standing toe to toe. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Shawn was looking up at him expectantly, and innocently. All of Lassiter's insides twisted with the need to just – kiss him. All the while he realized this was the first time ever the two had been standing this close without Shawn doing something completely ridiculous. Lassiter noted with even more dismay that Shawn was shorter than him, a fact everybody already knew, but Lassiter never thought Shawn was exactly the right height to be a dancing partner.

Fuck my life.

Normally, the detective's inner monologue didn't resort to so much profanity, but today he was making an exception.

"Lassie?"

Dammit. Lassiter stiffened a bit after realizing his mind had wandered. "Yeah?"

"The first position?"

"Uh...right."

Lassiter took a breath, and lifted his arms, placing his hands on Shawn in the first position. Shawn in turn did the same. Shawn's hands did the same. Lassiter's mind blanked. He instantly calmed. He thought getting closer to Shawn would just pull him further into angst. But as soon as Shawn was in his arms, the world just kind of – made sense. Lassiter could do this. The music started, and how fitting. Cal had chosen 'Save the Last Dance for Me.'

After the music had been playing for a few seconds, Lassiter started to move. He stepped forward and Shawn stepped back in perfect timing. They locked eyes, and it was just them and the music. The song's lyrics played out, but Lassiter was barely listening. He was too focused on Shawn and their feet.

You can dance; any dance with the guy who gives you the eye let him hold you tight...

There was something very simplistic in the way they moved. Shawn didn't miss a single beat, and where Lassiter led, Shawn followed blindly and with complete trust. There was no hesitation, no calculation, just movement. By the time the song ended, Lassiter had Shawn in a dip, and he was supporting him with one arm. Shawn was looking up at him, and he smiled at Lassiter, and they remained in that position just smiling – well after the music had ended.

But don't forget whose taking you home, and in whose arms you're going to be. Save the last dance for me.

Lassiter only returned Shawn to his feet and let him go when wild clapping sounded off. Jules was – way too excited.

"You guys that was amazing!"

"Yeah?" Shawn grinned and hopped away from Lassiter without a second thought. "You think so?"

"Took me completely by surprise." Gus admitted. "I never believed you whenever you claimed to have classy moves."

"Thanks Gus."

"Not bad." Henry added in. "Though it just feeds into my theory I should've had a daughter."

Shawn gave a sarcastic. "Haaa." Before he turned to Lassiter. "I couldn't have done it without Lassie. Lassie you're a fantastic lead!"

Lassiter blushed. Hard. "Well...it's just...I mean...thank you Spencer." Dammit.

"Baby!" Everybody turned to face Cal who had exited the booth and come back down to them. He hurriedly gathered Shawn into his arms and gave him a kiss. "That was amazing! You're amazing."

Shawn laughed and kissed back. "Thanks, but now I'm all sweaty."

"No worries." Cal insisted. "We'll fix that later tonight, but for now." He turned to the others. "Drinks anyone?"

"Oh yes please!" Jules was right on board.

"I could go for a cold beer." Henry admitted.

"Then lets drink!" Shawn ordered as he pumped his fist into the air. Jules and Gus responded with a cheerful 'hurray!' as they all left the ballroom, Cal and Shawn up front, and Lassiter bringing up the rear.

The weekend had barely started, and already Lassiter was way over his head.

Balls.