A/N: Ah yes. I'm back to this story. So, basically, today I was going through my stories trying to figure out what I could update. WOD was a dud and I still didn't have any ideas for All That Glitters, so I came to this. People may notice that this sort of mirrors a scene in "From the Earth to Starbucks" way back in season 1. I even referenced it. People may also notice that each chapter is focusing on a different relationship of Shawn's. I must admit that I started writing this because of an idea I had (which will be the last chapter) and then I formed the story around it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

Shawn walked in the bar with Gus.

"I don't see why you always have to confront them, Shawn-" Gus was saying.

"Dude!" Shawn interrupted. "We've been over this before! I had to this time otherwise he would have gotten away!" He paused, annoyed. Sighed. "Anyway, Gus this night is for a celebration. Stop acting like a worried grandmother!"

Gus glared, but merely ordered two beers.

It was a few hours into the night before Shawn noticed him.

Lassiter.

"Huh.. that's weird," Shawn muttered to himself. Gus, still beside him, though decidedly less inebriated than he, shot him a questioning look. "What?"

Something told Shawn that Lassiter wanted to be alone, but that wouldn't stop him. First, though, Gus needed to leave.

"Hey buddy... whaddya say? Should we call it a night..?"

Gus nodded. He had long ago gotten bored, yet he still was hesitant. "But there's no way you're riding home on your motorcycle..."

Shawn pretended to look shocked. "Why would I ever do that, Gus? I'll call a cab..."

Gus readily agreed and, after bidding him goodbye, left the bar.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn stood up and walked over to the deserted place where Lassie was sitting. He tried to sound cheerful for Lassies's sake as he greeted the man.

"Hey Lassie! What's up?" Lassiter barely looked up at Shawn before taking draining his glass of scotch and ordering another.

Shawn eyed the scene, a little confused. Lassiter always seemed like a responsible man. So why was he drinking now?

"Um... is something wrong?"

Something inside Lassiter seemed to break as he snapped up at Shawn. "Of course something is! First there's you; riding in every freaking day, solving the case and saving the day! Then, my ex-wife; did you know it has been two years to the day that we got divorced? God!" He seemed very upset as he yelled, finally just lying his head down on the counter in front of him.

Shawn was speechless for a while. What could he say?

"Lassie..." Shawn said slowly. "It's not that bad...you're head detective!"

"What kind of a head detective can't even solve a case?" came a muttered reply from Lassiter.

Shawn sighed, exasperated. "Not a single case? Since when? You know, we've had this conversation before!" Shawn still remembered the day two years ago when an identical conversation had indeed taken place.

Lassiter looked up doubtful.

"Seriously, Lassie! If you want I could list the cases! And..." Shawn took a deep breath. Man, this was awkward. "As for Victoria... she doesn't know what she's missing."

This time Lassiter sat all the way up looking extremely surprised.

"Yeah! You've got gorgeous blue eyes, impressive posture, and you're a freaking detective. There's gotta be someone out there for you!"

Lassiter sighed. "Thanks, Spencer, but save the pep talk."

Shawn shrugged, sensing his dismissal. "All right. But remember what I said. And don't drive home," he said, sending a pointed look at the several shot glasses in front of him.

With that, Shawn called a cab himself a cab and headed home.

It was one bizarre day.