A/N: Hope this massive update makes everyone happy! :)
Some day, you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
Where you think happiness.
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me.
Then…
The two were forced to return to Lassiter's car shortly after they started dancing. Shawn, of course, was wearing nothing but his usual polo and jeans. Carlton had noticed and tried to keep his boyfriend warm, but eventually proposed the idea of walking back to the car. The cold, shivering, fake psychic could do nothing but agree.
The silence had been deafening, so the head detective decided to turn on the radio. The younger man fiddled with the tuning for a bit, before finding a relatively slow song. He settled his head onto his boyfriend's chest.
"This is my favorite slow song, Carlytown."
The older man looked down into his lover's bright eyes, listening to the lyrics before kissing Shawn deeply.
"It's my favorite slow song now, too."
Now…
By the time Carlton woke up again, it was well past three. The world had stopped spinning two hours prior, but the head detective didn't really feel like facing up to real life just yet.
He glanced at his cell phone, noticing four missed calls. One from Vick, another from O'Hara, the next from Henry, and the most recent one from Guster.
Strange. Why ever would Guster call me? Unless…
The head detective had never gotten dressed faster.