A/N: Another chapter! Constructive criticism, reviews, and ideas are all welcome at this point! I know exactly where this story is going but if anyone has any ideas then I urge you to pipe in!

Also, I'm really sorry guys! I know my spelling and grammar are less then stellar. So starting now I'm having an open casting call for a beta reader! Assuming I find the beta of my dreams, not only will I post revised versions of the first few chapters, but the following chapters will be much better quality. If anyone reading this is willing to help, then message me. We'll chat; we'll laugh, and hopefully make this fic better then what it already is!

~Matilda

Take the Devilled Egg!

Booking the guy had taken longer then Lassiter really hoped, This Marvin Stouffer was tight lipped and for hours refused to say anything. It wasn't until Lassiter started getting angry did Marvin fess up.

"I was on a Xanax run for my Uncle."

Lassiter wasn't expecting that, up until this point Marvin Stouffer was just a suspect in a convenient store robbery.

"Xanax" Lassiter repeated "That's a drug."

"Yeah, I know a pharmacist in Coral Haven who sells it cheap."

"You're addicted to Xanax" Lassiter said, and Marvin shook his head.

"No." Marvin replied "I was just getting it for my Uncle."

Lassiter's mouth turned into a thin line then "I want names."

That was one thing Marvin wasn't giving away.

"It's a family thing" Was all Marvin had left to say, and Lassiter had had it. He called in O'Hara and McNabb to take Marvin to a holding cell. When he met up with O'Hara again at his desk he made his orders perfectly clear.

"Find everything you can on Marvin Stouffer – and for sure find out who this Uncle is."

O'Hara nodded and went back to her own desk, Lassiter grabbing hold of his jacket.

"Wait – where are you going?" O'Hara asked "This is our case, you can't leave!"

"I'll be back" Lassiter promised "I'm going to check on Spencer."

That was technically a lie. He didn't go back to his place; instead he had driven the extra ten minutes to Henry's. It was early morning by the time he pulled into the drive way, thankfully Henry was sitting on his porch with a coffee and a newspaper. It took him a few seconds to realize that Lassiter was headed up his walkway.

"Carlton" Henry greeted "What brings you here – is everything okay with Shawn?"

"Spencer" Lassiter regarded "Everything's fine, you haven't talked to him yourself?"

"Not yet" Henry said "Shawn gets really choosy when he's sick, he'll call me when he wants to talk."

"You're sure of this?" Lassiter asked, and Henry nodded "so this isn't the first time he's been sick like this?"

"Not quite like this" Henry said "but growing up, you know with the flu, and the chicken pox. He would only say a word to his mother and Gus – sometimes, everyone else becomes obsolete."

Lassiter became thoughtful for a second.

"Does he eat?"

Henry had to think about that one, his reaction then becoming alert "two seconds" Henry ordered.

Henry disappeared into the house, only to emerge a couple minutes later with a large plastic container.

"Devilled Eggs" Henry said "I should've thought of this before, if he does eat – it'll only be devilled eggs." He held the container out for Lassiter to take. He was sure eggs were alright for Shawn to eat – they weren't on the list of foods to avoid.

"Alright" Lassiter said "Thank you Spencer, this helps a lot." Lassiter made a quick goodbye and had left then – getting back to the station only to find a very frustrated O'Hara.

"Marvin Stouffer isn't his real name" she said "I couldn't find anything."

Lassiter sighed, -typical "He didn't have any I.D on him did he?"

Juliet shook her head "Just a wallet full of money, we're going to have to print him."

"Alright, I'll take care of it" Lassiter said "Just have to put these in the fridge first" he held up the container full of devilled eggs.

"Devilled eggs?" Juliet wasn't sure what she thought of that "In abundance?"

"For Spencer" Lassiter said "Apparently they're all he's willing to eat."

For the rest of the day, 'Marvin Stouffer' hadn't said another word and the print results were taking forever to come back. Lassiter was ready throw in the towel and just beat the man senseless when O'Hara finally announced she was going home. That was Lassiter's cue, and taking the devilled eggs from the lunch room fridge he made the long drive home.

Again it was after 7, and even though Lassiter had wanted to he'd forgotten to call Shawn's doctor.

In the morning…

Right now he had something more important to do; he told himself last night that he was going to force feed Spencer if he had to. There was only one problem with that prerogative.

"Spencer?"

Shawn was nowhere to be found. Dammit all. There was no sleeping Shawn on his couch, nor was there a Shawn making juice in his kitchen. When he didn't find Shawn in the guest room he immediately called Spencer's phone. The damn thing went straight to voice mail.

You're calling Shawn Spencer Psychic P.I; unfortunately the 'powers that be' have prevented you from reaching me. It either means we are never meant to meet or you best try again later. If this is an emergency call the police and immediately ask for Detective Lassiter, I guarantee he's the best man for the job. If you would still like to leave a message do so, but if this is my dad – would you please end this game already and just give back my autographed basket ball? I promise I won't get it stuck on your roof again.

There was a beep, and then nothing. Lassiter grunted at that – Spencer told people to call him. He wasn't sure if he should shake Spencer's hand or strangle him when he found him. Again sighing, Lassiter started to dial Guster as he moved to his room to grab a fresh shirt.

"Lassiter" again Gus had answered on the first ring "How's Shawn?"

Is Guster glued to his phone?

"Oh, he's not with you?" Lassiter frowned as he opened the bedroom door.

"No" Gus said "Work all week remember?"

That explanation was no longer needed however as Lassiter finally stepped into his room to find a sleeping Spencer snuggled in his bed.

"Never mind" Lassiter said "Sorry Guster, I found him – he's sleeping." He hung up then, now what? Did he wake Shawn up?

Yes, yes you do. Get him out of your bed – now.

For the first time in days, Lassiter agreed with himself. Going back into the living room he grabbed the container of devilled eggs and returned to Shawn.

"Spencer" he said loud enough, he took a single devilled egg from the container and held it in his free hand "Spencer" he tried again.

This time Shawn stirred, and he turned over in Lassiter's blankets groggily opening his eyes to meet Lassiter's.

"You're in my bed" Lassiter said.

"Sorry" Shawn replied "I tried forever to sleep I did, and then the guest room bed wasn't good enough either."

"Fair enough" Lassiter told him "You hungry?" He wasn't surprised when Shawn shook his head "You sure about that?"

Shawn nodded "positive, I just – I can't eat."

"It's been nearly two days" Lassiter argued "You must be hungry."

"Nope, sorry Lassie."

"Not even hungry for devilled eggs?"

Shawn paused, becoming a little more awake "You've been talking to my dad haven't you?"

"Yeah so what- want to fight about it?" Lassiter challenged, "You're eating at least three of these eggs."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need your strength Spencer."

"I'll be fine Lassie."

"I don't believe you."

"Believe me."

At this point Shawn had started to actually sit up, and Lassiter actually made do with his promise to force feed Shawn. His hand flew forward and a devilled egg was now lodged into Shawn's mouth, despite the fact Shawn had tried to duck.

"Too slow!" Lassiter was victorious "Now chew it!" He snapped.

Shawn had no choice but to do what he was told, somehow Lassiter was convinced that Henry would be proud of him then – forcing his son to do what was best for him; out of concern, not for spite.

When Lassiter held out a second devilled egg, Shawn actually took it willingly this time, their fingers brushed and Lassiter almost quivered a bit remembering the 'almost kiss.' He would've acted on the impulse to try again had it not been for the fact he spotted Shawn's knuckles. They were an impressive shade of purple; he remembered the hole in his cupboard then.

"How's your hand?"

"Hurts" Shawn told him "My fault though" he yawned then, finishing off his second devilled egg. Lassiter promptly held out a third one "I don't think I can Lassie."

"You're eating at least one more" Lassiter told him "No arguments."

Shawn pouted "No."

"We're not doing this Spencer" Lassiter warned "eat."

"Not hungry Lassie."

Lassiter wasn't listening, "take the devilled egg!" He thrust the egg forward with the intention of again forcing it into Shawn's mouth, but Shawn was quick this time. He somersaulted backward, his long legs stretching out mid air successfully kicking the container out of Lassiter's hand. Devilled eggs flew everywhere. They landed on almost every surface; this was going to take hours to clean.

"Spencer!" Lassiter was seething, that so wasn't cool.

"Crap" Shawn said immediately "I didn't mean for that to happen! I'm sorry, I'll go paper towels and the mop" he made for the door but Lassiter was still holding an untarnished egg in his other hand.

"Not so fast punk!" Lassiter used his police voice, he meant business. Spencer was going down for this.

Shawn physically swallowed – that tone in Lassie's voice bringing back the memory of the dream he had in the hospital. He turned slowly, eyes squeezed shut. He was half expecting Lassie to shoot him; instead he got a devilled egg smeared across his face.

"Aww maaan" Shawn cringed "That feels weird…"

"You know for a psychic, you're not very smart." Lassiter said "On the bright side, you're allowed to sleep in here tonight."

Shawn blinked and relaxed, a piece of egg falling off his cheek "you're okay with me sleeping in your bed? What about you?"

"Oh" Lassiter replied "I'm sleeping in the guest room – this room smells like eggs."

He laughed then; he honestly never thought he'd be smearing any type of food across Spencer's face – ever. Yet here they were, in a mess of devilled eggs Shawn's face looking absolutely priceless. Shawn just frowned and finally leaving the room returned moments later with cleaning supplies.

Two hours later and Lassiter was catching up on the newspaper when Shawn emerged.

"You'll be happy to note" Shawn said "That your boudoir is now devilled egg free."

"How does it smell?" Lassiter asked.

"Still like eggs" Shawn admitted, Lassiter just turned pages in the paper.

"Enjoy my room Spencer" was all he had to say with a cruel little chuckle. He looked up at Shawn who to his amazement still had some egg on his face. He pointed then "Spencer – you've still got…"

His sentence didn't get finished though as Shawn came over to him and leaned in close.

"Still got what?" Shawn asked teasingly "What is it Lassie?"

Lassiter wasn't really thinking he reached his hand out to show Shawn where egg was still sticking to his skin but was caught off guard when Shawn practically forced himself onto him. Shawn planted a quick, firm kiss on Lassiter's lips. Lassiter's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.

The kiss ended before Lassiter had time to really comprehend, or kiss back for that matter and when Shawn pulled away Lassiter got his first good look at Shawn's eyes. He could've sworn they were hazel before, but right now they were bright, almost blue, could eyes dance? Because that's how he saw Shawn's eyes; a twinkle here, a twinkle there – they were uniquely Shawn.

"Lassie" Shawn's used a low tone "We really need to work on your people skills." Shawn grinned, and grabbing his pill bottle from the fridge he vanished into Lassiter's room.

Lassiter was still in shock. "My people skills are just fine!" He tripped over his words, but Shawn didn't respond. Instead he heard the psychic give a mocking laugh through the door way.

Later, Lassiter was ready to call it a night. He was settling into the guestroom when his cell phone. It was Henry.

"Spencer" Lassiter answered "How can I help you?"

"Just wanted to ask if Shawn ate the eggs" Henry said.

"Yeah about those – would you by chance have more?" Lassiter asked,

"Did he eat that whole container already?"

"Uh – not quite" Lassiter "Shawn sort of-"

"Sort of what?" Henry cut him off curtly

"Shawn kicked them."