82. Can You Hear Me?
They managed to evacuate the building without too many problems. It wasn't even that hard to find the two bombs. He called in the bomb squad and within ten minutes they were packing their things back up. Later, Lassiter would mostly be pissed about the fact that he hadn't realized there was a third bomb.
Vick met him in the emergency room. The bomb squad had suffered some cuts, burns, and bruises, but were otherwise fine. Even Lassiter had escaped more or less unscathed. Well, relatively speaking. Sure, he was going to have to readjust to wearing an arm sling for a week or so, but the other thing wasn't even a big deal. It was barely a thing. Hell, it was a non-thing.
Of course, Vick saw things a little differently. He spent over an hour arguing with her and brought in three separate doctors to give her their opinions before she'd agreed that he could come in and do paperwork instead of going home on medical leave.
He didn't notice Spencer until the other man leaned over his desk and waved his hands in his face. And that not noticing, well, it was kind of nice.
Spencer talked and talked and talked, but no matter how big and frantic his gestures became or how wide he opened his mouth or how far into Lassiter's personal space he leaned, all Lassiter could hear was that same ringing he'd been listening to since the explosion had temporarily knocked out his hearing.
Slowly, very slowly, a smile spread across Lassiter's face. He'd just found his silver lining.
Kristin: It is my goal to, over the course of these themes, deprive the entire cast of Psych of (at least) one of their five senses (at least) once. Nah, not really. Although it does present certain possibilities…
Bwahaha?
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