A Bromance Lassiet scene, because of reasons. In this story Jules and Gus are together, and with a child too. (Basically the same setting of my fic "How to Survive ecc.") This idea was just too cute to leave it behind, so here we are. Thanks for your support.

Six Pence For Your Thoughts

The first call came thirty minute after the beginning of the stakeout, and was about diapers.

-Ehy, love. How's doing Timmy? Wha...Ah, no, Gus, we already talked about it, he couldn't watch . I know it's a great Sci-fi classic, but he's one year old. He doesn't have the philosophical basis to. Ah, okay. Superman is good. Just until he sleeps. Yeah. Love you.-

-Hi, Gus. No, I haven't bought milk. I can't hear a thing, he's still awake. Oh shit, tomorrow he'd be hell. I was just, no, sure I can talk now, I wouldn't pick up the call during a shooting, honey. Mister Wu's, Chinese stuff. It is healthy, it even has vegetables. No, your stew is better, Gus. Really. Kiss kiss.-

-Gus. Really, it's all okay. We're safe and sound. I...ehy, ehy. Don't fuss. It's routine. Go to sleep. Buy the milk on my way. Now to bed, you make me feel like an Army survivor. Yes, I'll be careful. Yes, I'll take no risks. Yeah, it's just routine. Stop fuss. Love you. I drop the call, now. Carlton is giving me the Glare. I go. Bye, Gus, I go. Bye. Bye.-

Juliet shut the cell, leaning back against the Ford's seat. She looked unsure if feeling nauseated or delighted.

-Tell me again, how I found myself with a screaming toddler and an even more screaming husband in less than an year?-

Carlton jabbed the fork in the Mr. Wu's glazed pork. Grunted. -I fear I don't have an answer. The main reason you ever gave me was that he asked your hand with a Green Lantern ring.-

Juliet smiled in the shadows, picking up a duck sauce roll. She had made him eat pork from the same box as her, he still used his fork. It was all in the little things. Some of them weren't quite in place yet, but she handled them. They handled them.

Speaking of which.

-Mh. By the way, Shawn has called?-

-No.-

The tone didn't encourage investigation. Neither breathing for that matter.

-Did you argue again?-

-Urghmf.-

-Carlton.-

-We discussed.-

Ugh. Discussing meant throwing objects and savage rants, but all spiced with emotional beating.

-It was bad?-

-O'Hara, seriously, we're in the middle of a police operation...-

-We're in no-use hours in the middle of goddamn nowhere. We have all the time.-

He sighed. He stretched uncomfortably behind the wheel, brushing the leather holster for comfort.

-It was the cell, again. I tried to call him before dinner, a convenient number of times, he didn't answer, and when he got home I was a tad, ah, upset. He was too. - Code name for bloody battlefield.

-When I woke up to come here he wasn't there. By now he's probably miles away. Hitting the road. Maybe he's left the city.-

-Mh, I don't think so.-

-I do think so. It's that I...- A pause. -I should have known. I should have known since the start.-

He stopped talking, watching out of the window with glazed eyes. Juliet didn't like that look. She didn't like the places it sucked him to.

So, she did what any other best friend would have done.

-C'mon, let's check Carlos's door again. He has a Camaro. I'm sure we'll get one hell of a chase.-

Lassiter's smile was worth the death risk.

At the opposite side of the road Shawn Spencer pulled down the binocular and checked his watch. Still three hours to go. Lassie had better not to get shot.