Author's Note: Thanks to the four who reviewed so far! I'm so eager to finish this story, so I hope I get a few more nice words after this update. But hey guys! Guess what! I actually tried to fix the spelling/grammar for this one. (I normally don't read over fan fiction because half the time I'm finishing it and posting it at 5 am hehe) So hopefully this chapter reads better then the previous two. I shamefully admit that although I love writing my grammar execution is horrid most days.

Example? In the previous chapter, I don't know if you caught this but I had written that everyone was there to see Shawn except Chief Vick who had… - and that's how the sentence ended. LOL, I noticed this today and just "Aw Crap" oh well, use your imagination! Maybe she had been unable to find a baby sitter since her nanny called in sick? Or maybe she had laundry.

Anyhow! Enough about me and that – lets get on with this chapter. Best part of this chapter? Is that I inserted a little bit of Shassie bonding. Nothing too romantic yet –OH! I'm giving it away how horrible of me – just read it for yourself!

~ Matilda.

Mozart

Lassiter was more tired then he believed himself to be, apparently going back and fourth between work and the hospital on a daily basis was overly tedious. When the routine had come to an end Lassiter was happy to see it go, and he celebrated by falling into the best sleep of his life. By the time he had woken up, the last two weeks had been completely forgotten – he even neglected to remember that a certain psychic was passed out on his couch.

In his own mind, Lassiter was completely alone as he carried out his regular morning routine. His first action of the day being that he grabbed his bath robe from his linen closet and stepped into the washroom. He promptly started the shower.

When Shawn woke up, it took him a few seconds to remember he was on Lassie's couch. Slowly then he started taking in details; like how every piece of Lassiter's furniture was a different shade of grey, how Lassiter's table was pushed against a wall only leaving enough room for one, and most importantly how Shawn's juicer really REALLY stood out compared to everything else.

Juice doesn't sound half bad right now actually…

Shawn moved to get up, only to be brought back down by something tightened around him. He scuffled a bit; finally noticing the blanket that had been tucked into the undersides of the couch cushion in a death grip leaving Shawn trapped. Shawn then noticed the pillow he now had which felt like it had been shoved forcefully behind his head.

Aww how sweet – Lassie tucked me in….Sort of.

He supposed it was the thought that counted, but now Shawn couldn't move.

"Lassie!" He called out "little help here!"

As soon as he had spoke though, the sound of a shower starting cut him off and Shawn frowned – now what?

That was when he heard Lassie start to whistle – loudly, in the tune of Mozart's Turkish March. So Lassie was a fan of the classics eh? Somehow Shawn already knew that. However this proved to be a problem, Shawn was impossibly stuck between this blanket and the couch and there was no chance of Lassie coming to his rescue since the Turkish March prevented him from hearing Shawn call for help.

"Caterpillar Manoeuvre" Shawn finally said to himself, and he was glad he thought of it. Lying straight he began to roll towards the edge of the couch. The full weight of his body successfully allowing him to roll to the floor, the blanket now wrapped around him like a cocoon.

This is how Lassiter found him.

Coming into the main part of the house in nothing but his robe, Lassiter was shocked for a second to find a big heap of blanket in the middle of his living room floor. Of course he remembered Spencer then and regarded the heap with a long confused stare.

"Spencer – do I want to know what you're doing?"

"Oh – hey Lassie, yeah uh….well you tucked me in last night. Enough said." Shawn's voice was muffled from the blankets.

Eventually Shawn finally managed to wiggle his way out of the blanket, but not before knocking his head off the leg of Lassiter's coffee table and knocking over a vase. Thank god the vase was cheap plastic – though it to had also come into contact with Shawn's head.

Lassiter suppressed a grin, watching Spencer get beat up by inanimate objects was fun.

"That took forever" Shawn complained as he rolled the blanket into a tight ball and threw it back onto the couch.

"You could've helped Lassie, I wouldn't have told anybody" Shawn teased and moved for the kitchen.

"Yeah -well" Lassiter started "You seemed to have everything under control."

At this point Shawn was opening cupboard after cupboard.

"Where do you keep your cups?" Shawn asked, Lassiter pointed to the cupboard on the far left. Shawn then grabbing two glasses and placing them down near his juicer. He moved to the fridge then in search of fruit – the only fruit he found being a couple apples.

"No pine" Shawn pouted "Just apples." None the less he grabbed two.

Lassiter watched, ashamed to admit he was a little intrigued.

"I can't believe I'm saying this Spencer but" he pointed to the monkey. "How the hell does that thing even work?"

At this Shawn grinned and waved for Lassie to actually come into the kitchen to see.

"Pass me the sugar" Shawn said Lassiter grabbed the sugar bowel from the other counter and brought it over.

"Observe" Shawn then said.

He twisted off the monkey's scalp, and grabbing one of the apples placed it inside the monkey's skull.

"Fruit goes up top" Shawn started; he then filled up one of the glasses with water, mixing it with a teaspoon of sugar.

"Water goes down throat" he pulled down the monkey's jaw and poured the sugar water into the monkey's mouth before closing it again.

"And now – juice!" Shawn said this excitedly as he pushed the monkey's nose in. The monkey made a typical loud monkey screech and then started to vibrate and whirr with the sounds of fruit being crushed. Shawn then held his glass out as the monkey's penis lifted straight into the air and then pointed downward, a thin stream of apple juice filling Sean's glass up to the brim. Shawn was quietly cackling to himself.

"God, it makes me laugh every morning" he said, he then held the glass out to Lassiter.

"Juice?" He offered kindly.

Lassiter was mortified – did that just happen? Yes. Yes it did. That monkey just peed into one of his glasses.

"No -thank you" Lassiter said, Shawn just shrugged and started drinking the juice himself.

"You don't know what you're missing" Shawn insisted. Lassiter held back a groan, he didn't think he was going to get used to Spencer being here –

Every

Single

Morning

Probably not….. – but you want to.

Where had that come from? Lassiter frowned; that was the second weird thought about Spencer he had in less then 24 hours. His mind was doing funny things to him regarding Spencer. He didn't like it one bit. Not because Spencer wasn't attractive but because it was Spencer. So pushing that thought back seriously -WAY back in his mind, he simply chucked it up to the responsibility of caring for Spencer while the other man recovered.

Hmm. Speaking of which,

Lassiter reached atop his fridge, and grabbing a pill bottle with Shawn's name scribbled on the label he plopped it down on the counter next to Shawn.

"Take two" Lassiter ordered, and he headed out of the kitchen to get dressed.

Despite being given the responsibility of caring for Shawn during recovery, Lassiter still had a job to do. He emerged from his room completely dressed and stepping back into the living room saw Shawn sitting on the couch quietly – twiddling his thumbs. Lassiter sighed, he was on a down again, must be caused by the pills.

"Did you take your medicine?" Lassiter asked, and Shawn looked up to face him and gave a little nod.

The silence that stretched between them then had Lassiter on edge.

Come on Spencer, go back to being annoying.

Wasn't happening yet though, another sigh and Lassiter grabbed his keys.

"I'll be home by 8 at the latest," Lassiter said. All he got was another nod.

"Uh – I have food wrapped up in the fridge for you. Remember to only make it luke warm. Unfortunately I only have basic cable, so I guess if you watch Television you'll be stuck with day time court shows all day – some of which aren't half bad. For me anyway but that's just me though…"

Was he on the verge of babbling?

"People's Court" Shawn said then, he looked up at Lassiter for a moment "I like People's Court."

"Hey" Lassiter sounded kind of pleased "Me too."

I like guessing who Judge Milian's going to yell at first" Shawn responded.

"How about that" Lassiter grinned "Me too"

Shawn gave a half smile then, it wasn't much. But it was enough that Lassiter felt accomplished.

"Alright" Lassiter said "I'll see you later – erm, if you need anything just text me okay?"

"Okay" Shawn went back to twiddling his fingers.

"Bye Lassie."

Lassiter left for work, the entire drive there he played the scene back in his head. Shawn had gone back to quiet so fast – those anti biotics really seemed to bring him down. Lassiter didn't like that one bit, he wondered if maybe he should ask the doctor for a different prescription? Maybe, until then he was just going to try to keep Spencer in the positive. No matter how annoying the positive was it was still better then brooding. It was with that thought that Lassiter decided to get Gus over there soon to spend some time with the psychic and do the happy thing. Lord knew Lassiter couldn't do the happy thing.

It was just a quiet day at the station; Lassiter had paper work coming out of his ears. The work load was enough that he didn't get to say a word to O'Hara until his lunch break.

"How's Shawn doing?" It was the first thing she asked the older detective.

Lassiter gave a shrug and took a bite out of his turkey club.

"Alright I suppose" Lassiter said "Like the doctor said anyway, his antibiotics have him up and down. One minute he's drinking pretend monkey urine and the next he's twiddling his thumbs and staring at his feet."

Juliet made a face

"Pretend monkey urine?" She repeated, and Lassiter had to remind her.

"His juicer"

"Oh!" Juliet said followed quickly by an "Oh – eww, I mean even for Shawn- eww."

"He thinks it's funny"

Lassiter found himself defending the psychic. He realized this and immediately his brain told him to panic. He looked to O'Hara to see if she had noticed, but luckily she hadn't and was now eating her yogurt with a thoughtful look on her face.

"I should grab a few of his board games" She said then "I still have the keys to his place, and Gus said he likes playing connect four."

"It's a good thought" Lassiter said – he then paused "Connect four?"

"You've never played connect four?" Juliet sounded surprised.

"No?" Lassiter asked again.

O'Hara actually started to laugh at him then, he would've laughed to if his phone hadn't started beeping.

Juliet blinked

"Is that the Turkish March?"

"Yeah…" Lassiter grabbed his phone confused, and looking saw that he had a text from Spencer.

"It is – that's funny, I never put the Turkish March on my phone. Spencer must've taken my phone and personalized his ring."

He assumed this because earlier today McNabb had texted him with a question, and it did not play Turkish March then. Lassiter opened the text; read, and almost smiled.

"He's watching People's Court" Lassiter said "Just wanted to let me know that Milian yelled at the second Plaintiff first."

"Aw that was nice of him" Juliet said, and Lassiter nodded.

"Yes it is" he could've blushed. Lassiter abruptly cleared his throat then and went to go put Spencer's ring tone back to normal – he stopped after the first three steps however and didn't bother hitting the OK button to change the settings.

Spencer had a personalized ring tone now.

What was so wrong about that?