A/N: So it's been a few days (Sorry!), but on the bright side I have a few very good reasons for this. First off and most importantly –

My sister had a baby! *Squee!*

Secondly – I now have a beta reader. Normally when I write a chapter I just glaze it over and fix what mistakes I can find and then post it immediately. This will now end as I will not post these chapters until they are read and edited by Antivertigo. *claps!* So if I take awhile to update – I'll refuse to take blame lol.

Thirdly – Originally, I only planned on having this as a Shassie Hurt!Shawn fic, but I found after a couple chapters hurt!Shawn gets a little repetitive if left with only one incident. Thus! I have introduced a police case into the plot leaving me with a whole new world of opportunity for beating the ever living out of Shawn. Of course – only to have Lassie kiss it better in the end!

Enjoy The Chapter! Reviews encouraged!

~Matilda

Involved

The kiss had Lassiter up all night. He was shocked and confused, the pending result being that he spent the better part of the night walking up to his room from the guest room, pausing, thinking, and then deciding against waking up Shawn to talk this out. It didn't happen though and by the time Shawn finally woke up and made his way into the kitchen, Lassiter was on his fourth cup of coffee.

"Spencer." Lassiter started; he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"Don't worry about it" Shawn cut him off immediately. "I was out of line, its fine Lassie – really."

Lassiter found himself biting down on his bottom lip. "You don't want – to talk about it?"

"Nope." Shawn said curtly. "Not even a little."

Lassiter looked up to stare at Shawn then; Shawn had brushed it off so casually and was now in the process of making juice. The monkey's screech no longer an annoyance but rather something that just sounded off in the background as part of a morning routine.

"Not even a little?" Lassiter repeated. Why not exactly? Spencer was the one who did all the kissing in the first place! How could he not talk about it? Of course it was then that Lassiter noted the pill bottle, Spencer had been carrying it in his palm and had put it down in order to grab a glass.

"Did you take your pills this morning?" Lassiter asked, and Shawn just nodded. The effects of the pills now in full swing, thus a completely different Spencer then the one who kissed him was now sitting across from him.

Sunava bitch…

"Lassie," Shawn's voice sounded oddly rough. "I'm going out."

Lassiter had been drinking coffee when he said that, and had to choke it back to get his response out. "Out where?"

"Anywhere." Shawn said. "Anywhere but here! Over half your furniture is grey, no offence – and don't take this the wrong way but if I spend another day here alone, I'm going to start looking for one of your guns!"

It was an outburst so out of character for Spencer – even drugged up Spencer, and Lassiter was speechless.

"Um – okay." Lassiter said, though truthfully after that outburst he wasn't particularly comfortable letting Spencer wander the streets alone. "But I'm coming with you."

"If you must." Shawn said the words in such a stoic manner; it actually caused Lassiter's stomach to clench a bit. Something just wasn't right.

Time to call that doctor I think…

Only the doctor didn't answer. Lassiter had made the call when Shawn had gone to get dressed. Lassiter tried twice in a row, both times he only got the answering machine. He practically slammed the phone down back on its charger by the time Shawn emerged from the other room.

The two hit the streets barely saying a word to each other, having decided to have their outing on foot. By the time they had reached a rather busy neighbourhood, Shawn had returned to some form of normality.

"Tell me about work." Shawn insisted.

"Nothing much to tell, really." Lassiter said. "Mostly paperwork the last couple of weeks."

"Only mostly." Shawn repeated. "So what else is going on?"

"I just told you Spencer, paper work."

"Mostly being a key word. You have a case."

"How do you know?"

Shawn held his finger up to his temple; Lassiter had to keep from rolling his eyes "Right – psychic, I remember now. I think it's too early in your recovery to get involved though."

"Just tell me." Shawn insisted one more time.

"Okay." Lassiter stammered a bit "There's – one case we haven't quite cracked yet."

"Details."

"Well, last week there was a robbery at a convenience store – at first it seemed pretty open and shut. Only out of the three who did it, police (Lassiter's a cop himself, I don't think he'd refer to the police like that; maybe say 'we' or 'officers on scene') only managed to nab two."

"They're not releasing any names." Shawn said, and Lassiter nodded.

"So we had to go digging, going through their friends, making a list of suspects and all that."

Shawn was nodding, listening to every detail of Lassiter's explanation. "Did you find anyone?"

"We had a couple, but last night one of them was caught trying to leave town. He's in holding right now. The most he confessed over is going on a drug run for his uncle, didn't give a name, and he used an alias for himself. No prints have come up yet."

"Huh." Shawn went quiet and Lassiter could see the wheels in his head turning. Alright fine he'll bite.

"Are you seeing anything Spencer?" The question seemed to fall on deaf ears, Shawn suddenly becoming very interested in the height of a particularly tall building nearby. It was an eerie silence that had Lassiter nervous and he grabbed Shawn's arm "Spencer!"

Shawn turned and shook his head, giving the first smile of the day.

"Sorry Lassie – look, I didn't see anything but can I ask two things?"

"What are they?" Lassie asked.

"What alias is your suspect using, and what 'drug' was he grabbing?"

"Marvin Stouffer and Xanax."

"Xanax." Shawn said "That doesn't sound like anything I've ever snorted." Immediately Lassiter hit Shawn with a hard stare and Shawn just shrugged. "I'm kidding."

"In either case," Lassiter continued. "I've never heard of a druggy using it."

"Nor I." Shawn said. "But I know someone who probably has – follow me."

Lassiter followed Shawn a good 18 blocks, each step Shawn took was a rather long stride and Lassiter almost had trouble keeping up. Finally they reached a different area in the city, and Shawn was pushing his way through a set of thick, glass double doors.

"This is Guster's office." Lassiter said.

"Yeah." Shawn said. "He's a pharmaceutical rep, remember? If he doesn't already know any addict cases he can probably pull one up."

Lassiter was actually pleased by this, and soon the two were invading Guster's office.

"Shawn!" Gus practically jumped from his desk, the two bumped knuckles and made a little explosion sound followed by a one armed hug. "You look! Kind of the same."

"Immaculate, I know." Shawn struck a pose. "I was going stir crazy so I decided to jump by, Saturday seemed way too far away."

"Tomorrow." Gus said.

"You're only a day away." Shawn sang the line from Annie.

"You're watching musicals?" Gus suddenly confused.

"Late night basic cable." Was all Shawn had to say on that matter. "Anyway sorry Gus, but Lassie here actually has a question for you." Shawn turned, giving the floor to Lassiter.

"Xanax." Lassiter got right down to it, he was glad he gave Shawn a minute to catch up with Gus but he was technically still on company time.

"It's a benzodiazepine" Gus said "Its prescribed as an anti-depressant."

"Does it give people a high?" Lassiter asked. "Would a junkie – actually take this stuff?"

"No high I can think of." Gus continued "It is potentially habit forming though; average prescription is .5mg three times a day – spread out, never together."

"How many pills does .5mg come up to?" Shawn jumped in then, becoming a little more interested.

"Just one" Gus said.

"Side effects?" Lassiter asked.

"Er," Gus took a second to think "Not all of them but at the top of my head I can list agitation, insomnia, loss of appetite, decrease in inhibitions resulting in reckless behaviour, and suicidal thoughts in some rare cases."

"Do you have a sample?" Lassiter asked, and at this Gus actually hesitated.

"This is my other job." Gus said "There's a certain protocol I have to follow if releasing samples, and even then samples are rarely approved..."

"How about the protocol where I show you my badge and you do whatever I say?" Lassiter took out his badge.

"Good enough." Guster agreed and by the time they left, Lassiter was carrying on his person two little tan pills in a ziploc bag.

They were on their way again, Shawn acting a little more energetic then he had earlier – seeing Guster definitely had a positive effect on him and he seemed a little more back to his old self again.

"Question!" Shawn sounded determined, and he blatantly pointed his finger straight at Lassiter.

"Answer?" Lassiter tried.

"The protocol – of you flashing your badge to get people to do what you say … does that ever count in bed?"

Spencer was flirting with him – in such a Spencer-like manner that Lassiter didn't even know what to say, he blushed.

"Good god Lassie," Shawn spoke up again. "Has your face always looked like a tomato?"

Lassiter looked up to face Shawn, who was now walking backward with wide arms – right into a movie theatre. Lassiter followed him in, immediately being assaulted by the smell of popcorn.

"Spencer," Lassiter was quick to change the topic. "What are we doing here?"

"What do you think?" Shawn challenged, and he turned on his heel reaching the box office asking for two tickets.

"I can't see a movie!" Lassiter protested. "I'm technically 'at work' right now!" Nonetheless, he found himself following Shawn further into the theatre.

"Exactly why I bought the tickets." Shawn explained "Besides, I'm sure if you tell Jules you were on Shawn duty, she wouldn't bat an eye. Relax."

Lassiter sighed, he didn't really have a choice in the matter it seemed. "So what movie are we seeing?"

"The one starring the teen pop sensation, gone bad actor, gone to rehab trying to re-start her career – I forget what its called." Shawn shrugged and marched right up to the snack bar getting a pop corn and two drinks.

"Then why are we seeing it?" Lassiter was confused.

"This is why." With that Shawn found the right screening room and led Lassiter inside, the theatre was completely empty. "A weekday afternoon for the lowest rated movie, means an empty theatre. We're completely alone."

Lassiter swallowed – alone with Spencer in the dark, he couldn't decide if he was scared or aroused, a little of both maybe.

"Talk business with me" Shawn whispered.

"I thought we were watching a movie" Lassiter whispered back.

"That's half of what we're doing, but really we're focusing – so think Xanax. Not really a junkie's choice is it?" Shawn said.

"No, but its still a possibility." Lassiter said.

"No it isn't." Shawn ruled him out.

"Why are we still whispering?" Lassiter had to ask.

"Just listen." Shawn said. "Marvin Stouffer is an alias. That's fine, criminals use aliases all the time, but what they don't do is leave town to get drugs."

"How do you know?" Lassiter asked. "What are you seeing?"

"Right now, nothing." Shawn went on. "He said he was getting it for his Uncle right?"

Lassiter nodded. "I still don't see where you're getting at."

"My guess, his Uncle is someone who works with medicine. A doctor, or nurse, maybe even a vet, though truthfully the latter is a stretch. I'll be putting my money on any one of the formers."

"Not half bad." Lassiter said. "A doctor or nurse – they'd have access to that type of drug here anyway, why would they need a decoy to go out to a different city to get it?"

"What they're doing with the pills isn't exactly business savvy, and depending on the amount of pills being bought that amount disappearing locally is cause for police investigation. You weren't supposed to get involved."

"We're already involved" Lassiter said – clearly referring to the police.

Shawn chuckled then and took that line a whole nother way. "Yes. Yes we are."

Lassiter was confused at what that line meant. What was Spencer implying? By the time the movie ended Lassiter wasn't sure when it exactly it happened but Shawn at one point had grabbed his hand. A little while after that Shawn had moved Lassiter's arm so that it was draped over Shawn's shoulders.

What the hell is happening?