A/N: Chapter 8 – yayness! However I need to put a couple disclaimers on here.
Numero 1: I do not study medical science – at all, everything you're about to read is derived from wikipedia research. Do not take it seriously. Thanks!
Numero 2: I don't know how police protocol works, in this chapter there is an instance which logically would require immediate action – but instead I send Lassie home for some happy fun time with Shawn.
Thanks again to Antivertigo for the beta read!
Reagents
Monday, Lassiter wouldn't be able to get answers until Monday. Thankfully it was only Sunday but still, another pending twenty four hours had him on edge. Especially now that there was a chance Spencer had been a victim the whole damn time, and right under his nose too.
Hell, I'm practically an accessory.
The thought was sickening. So while he couldn't do too much right then, he could still kill time at home. So when Shawn finally woke up early Sunday morning and shuffled into the living room, Lassiter was on his laptop finding everything he could on Dr. McGill.
"That's my doctor." Shawn yawned tiredly and he plopped down on the couch right next to Lassiter.
"Yes it is." Lassiter confirmed.
"Speaking of which," Shawn said. "I looked for my pills when I woke up – no where to be found."
"Gave 'em to Guster." Lassiter said curtly. "You're not taking them anymore."
"I thought I needed them." Shawn sounded confused.
"Not anymore." Lassiter turned to look at him – should he tell him? "What can you tell me about Dr. McGill?" Lassiter asked.
"That he hasn't been my doctor for very long." Shawn admitted. "When dad's old doctor retired, his office and patient list got turned over to Dr. McGill, and that included me."
"So you really don't know much of anything about him?" Lassiter asked again. "You've never said anything to piss him off before? Nothing like that?"
"No." Shawn shrugged. "Remember my appendectomy not too long ago? How long I stretched that out, people can't pay me to go to a doctor." Something then lit up behind Shawn's eyes and immediately he became more interested "This is about your Xanax case."
"No it isn't." Lassiter said immediately. Inwardly though, he cursed.
How the hell does Spencer do that?
"Yes it is!" Shawn challenged, and before Lassiter had time to stop him, Shawn had grabbed the laptop from him and started looking himself.
"Spencer you can't." Lassiter said immediately and grabbed the laptop back.
"Why not?" Shawn protested. "I have a right to know don't I?"
"Conflict of interest." Lassiter used the Chief's favourite term.
"I still have a right." Shawn said. "I'm not actually a cop, and hello? P.I, I run a little office called Psych –I'm sure you've heard of it. All I have to do is a little of this," He fluttered his fingers against his temples. "And start looking myself. Save me the energy and just give me the laptop."
"No." Lassiter was determined to argue until the bitter end, and would've if his phone hadn't started to ring. Standing, Lassiter reluctantly shoved the laptop into Shawn's lap and moved to the phone.
"It's me." Gus' voice sounded into his ear before Lassiter had a chance to say anything. "I'm at the lab in my office; you might want to come down here."
"I thought we were doing this tomorrow?" Lassiter said.
"Well, I was in my office today and I gave Shawn's pills to one of the lab techs, and he has them but they can't actually look at them without cause. I need a cop and a badge to get this underway." Was Gus' response.
"I'm on my way." Lassiter said. He hung up then and looked at Shawn, who had busied himself with the laptop. "I'm going out." Lassiter said. "You are not allowed to leave, okay? Don't go snooping anywhere, just stay here – please."
Shawn just waved him off and continued stare at the computer screen.
By the time Lassiter got to Gus' office, Gus was standing by the main entrance looking a tad impatient. "Just so you know I had to bribe the lab tech to come in today. No one likes coming in on Sundays."
"Thank you for doing this." Lassiter told him. "So what exactly do you need me for?"
"I told you over the phone." Gus said. "Lab tech won't run any tests for me unless you come in with your badge. I tried telling him it was for the police department but no luck."
"Well I'm here now, let's get this over with." Lassiter followed Gus into the building. "So what's this lab tech's name anyway?"
"Terrance, but everyone around here calls him Mr. T." Gus answered and Lassiter paused.
"I'm not calling him Mr. T." was all Lassiter had to say about that.
"No worries." said Gus "It's more of an office joke anyway."
"Right…"
"Mr.T!" Gus called out excitedly when the two finally made it down to the lab, and the lab tech that came to greet them was a gawky individual. He had long brown hair held back in a messy pony tail, sharp features that could've considered handsome had it not been for how sunken his eyes were, and a wrinkled lab coat that hung open carelessly, revealing faded jeans and a Weird Al T-shirt.
You have got to be kidding me…
"Mr. T – this is Detective Carlton Lassiter." Gus introduced. "Detective – this is Mr. T."
"Badge." Mr. T said immediately.
Lassiter rolled his eyes refusing to take this guy seriously, but nonetheless, he pulled out his badge. "What can you tell us about these pills?" Lassiter finally said.
Mr. T motioned for them to follow him into another room. He guided them to a tall counter and told them to stay put. He moved to a shelf then, pulling down a set of test tubes – 5 in total, and placed it in front of them. Then he went off to different parts of the room only to return with a few different liquids, filling the test tubes with one of each.
"These are reagents." Mr. T explained. "Each one reacts differently to different types of drugs."
"Yeah yeah, just get to it." Lassiter said. "I don't want to be here anymore then you or Guster do."
"I was here anyway." Gus said. "Paperwork Sunday, off early Monday – it's a great system."
Mr. T scoffed a bit but nonetheless he got right to it. Breaking open a few of the pills, he poured the contents into each of the tubes.
All of the tubes save for the fourth one began to change colour, and Mr. T released a low whistle.
"Daaamn." Mr. T said then. "That's right messed up man."
"That's great." Lassiter said, and he immediately felt worried – what the hell had he been force feeding Shawn? "Now tell me what all this means."
"Well this one," Mr. T took the fourth tube away. "The Simon reagent proved absolutely nothing, but the rest of these." He first pointed to the second and the third tubes. "The pink in the Marquis reagent and the green in the Mecke reagent are a positive sign of an opiate, probably codeine." He then gestured to the first and fifth tubes. "The green-brown tinge in the Mandelin reagent and the red in the Robadope's reagent are a sure sign of PMA. Detective, you've got yourself one seriously mixed up drug."
"So – not penicillin." Gus said, and Mr. T laughed.
"Not even close – are we done here?"
Lassiter felt all the colour drain from his face. Gus' hunch had been right. It was a miracle Shawn hadn't dropped dead the first day he had been put on the damn pills.
"Detective?" Gus asked slowly. "Is Shawn going to be alright?"
He honestly had no idea.
"Yeah." Lassiter did his best not to freak out Gus. "I'll put a warrant out for Dr. McGill's arrest – until then just go home, alright Guster?"
"What about Shawn?" Gus asked then. "Shouldn't one of us be with him?"
"He hasn't taken any of the pills in a while." Lassiter said. "He'll be fine."
I hope.
"Terrance." Lassiter started.
"Mr. T."
"Whatever, thank you for your time – is there a way I can take any of this to the station for evidence?"
"I'll pack it up for you." Mr. T said.
"Perfect, thank you."
The station was almost as quiet as it been the day before, only today Juliet wasn't here to get on his back. Instead, Lassiter found on his desk a memo promising that come the following morning, 'Stouffer' would be back in the interrogation room, followed by his two accomplices from the convenience store heist.
"Great, just great." Lassiter mumbled to himself. That meant he couldn't do anything more until tomorrow. He had spent the better part of the day with Guster anyhow – maybe he ought to get some rest? Not just rest though, admittedly all of this had caused Lassiter to become worried sick over Shawn. At this point, all Lassiter wanted to do was get home and make sure that Shawn was still okay.
When Lassiter got home, he had half expected Shawn to either be out or still sitting with his laptop, but instead he found Shawn passed out and curled up on his bed. He wondered if Shawn had eaten, but another quick look around his house showed that he hadn't.
He had to get his strength from somewhere now doesn't he?
Lassiter found himself making juice using the ridiculous juicer. He was surprised when he didn't flinch as the monkey sprang to life, screeching in his ear. But nevertheless, he managed to hold out a glass just in time. He took the glass into his bedroom with the intention of giving it to Shawn, but another look at Shawn's tired features and he decided not to wake him. A long sigh escaped Lassiter and putting down the glass, he began re-enacting the first night Shawn had stayed with him –gentler this time. In order to pull the blanket down, Lassiter had to shift Shawn's weight a few times before the blanket came completely unstuck from under him. Finally, Lassiter managed to get Shawn covered. He then regarded Shawn again thoughtfully, taking a few sips of the juice he had made just minutes earlier. It was pretty damn good.
Mmm. He was right about this juice; I didn't know what I was missing.
Maybe he was tired, or just feeling a little sadistic, but with that thought, he decided to temporarily step into Shawn's world. Letting immaturity to take over, he chugged the juice down, put the glass aside and proceeded to really re-enact their first night together. "Sweet dreams, Shawn." He cooed gently as further and further he tucked the blanket under his mattress on all three sides. He then grabbed the blanket from the spare room and lied down quite comfortably next to the psychic. It wasn't long before Lassiter too was pulled into a sleep.
An eye opened, followed by another. It took Lassiter a second to remember where he was. Finally though, he tried to move – only to realize that he couldn't.
"What the hell?" He craned his neck to view his surroundings. He was still in his own bed but was smack dab right in the middle of it, both blankets wrapped around him in a death grip.
How the hell did Spencer escape?
"Spencer!" His cry was met with a low laughter, and Shawn appeared in his threshold leaning against it casually, arms crossed.
"Lassie-face," he greeted. "Good morning!"
"Spencer, get me out of here -now!" Lassiter nearly growled.
"Oh Lassie." Shawn cooed. "Is that any way to talk to me?" Shawn moved then, coming closer to the bed.
"I'll talk to you however I damn well please." Lassiter grumbled. "Now get me out of here!"
"Hmmm." Shawn pretended to think about it. "In a minute." He leaned over the bed then and planted a good long kiss right on Lassiter's mouth. Like the first one however, Shawn pulled away before Lassiter had time to react.
Damn, his lips are evil.
"Okay, I think I'm good now." Shawn chuckled and started pulling the blankets out from under the mattress. Lassiter huffed a bit – he supposed he deserved that, and he was thankful Shawn hadn't stretched it out for as long as he could've. Which was good, especially since Lassiter needed to be at the station. However this incident was not going to pass without Lassiter making at last one shot at Spencer. No matter how weak the shot was.
"Spencer."
"Lassie?"
"You're a dick."