A/N: I know this chapter doesn't proved much information to the plotline, it's basically a filler. The big stuff should startup next chapter.

Warning: Intimate scene between two men up ahead.

Chapter 5: Making Up

Shawn leaned against Lassiter's car as he watched the many SBPD members enter and exit his apartment. He pulled the blanket that Lassiter wrapped around his shoulders tighter around himself, as it was a bit chilly out and he forgot to slip some pants on before he left his apartment. He let himself relax a little when he noticed Lassiter approaching him. "So how's it going, Lassie? Find anything interesting?" He questioned when he saw Lassiter did not have a joyful look on his face.

Lassiter sighed at the question and leaned against the car next to Shawn. "Nothing that will lead us to the intruder," he explained. As he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down to the ground, he contemplated on elaborating on the small information he told Shawn.

Shawn looked Lassiter up and down in confusion. He knew there was something he wasn't being told. "I sense there's a 'but' at the end of that sentence," he said without bothering to lift his hand to his head like he usually did.

Lassiter looked up to meet Shawn's gaze and sighed again. "I told the chief about your inside job theory," he mumbled without saying anything else on the matter.

Shawn felt himself light up slightly. Lassiter was finally on his side, although he didn't want to admit it. "And?" he questioned. "What did the chief say?"

"She agreed with the theory," he mumbled again, finally confessing that Shawn was most likely right.

"Now we just have to figure out who," Shawn said mostly to himself as he tried to remember even the smallest detail about whoever was in his apartment. He kept replaying the images of his door being pulled shut over and over as he looked closer. The only thing he seemed to make out was what looked like a rubber band around the suspects wrist, but that didn't lead them to anyone.

Lassiter pushed himself off the edge of the car to stand in front of Shawn. "I came by to check on you, and you seem fine, so I should really get back to doing some actual police work," he said before turning his head to look around, making sure no one was watching before he quickly leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Shawn's cheek. He stepped back and couldn't help but smile at the surprised look on his face. "You should probably call Guster or your dad, you know," he suggested with a small chuckle before he turned on his heels and made his way back to the crime scene.

Shawn watched in awe as Lassiter took off towards the crime scene. Lassiter was rarely okay with PDA, especially in a chaotic crime scene. He let a grin grow on his face at how sweet the simple action was. He knew how much out of the zone Shawn was, and he went against every gut feeling to make him more comfortable. Now that's the Lassiter he loved. Shawn felt himself freeze at his thoughts. Did he really just admit to himself that he loved Lassiter? He wasn't sure if he should be worried because it was so quick in their relationship, or just accept that sometimes life moves fast. He decided he would push his thoughts aside for the time being and take Lassiter's suggestion to call Gus. As he slid his hand down to where his phone would usually be resting in his pocket, he swore when he realized he only had his boxers on, and Lassiter had his phone.

He pushed himself off the hood of the car and pulled the blanket tighter, mostly in an attempt to hide the fact that he was only in boxers and a t-shirt. He looked in the crowd of officers, searching for Lassiter, but the tall detective was nowhere to be seen. Luckily he was able to spot Juliet amongst the crowd and decided that was his best bet. "Jules!" He called out when he got near to grab her attention.

She turned quickly and smiled slightly when she noticed who it was. "Oh, hey, Shawn. I meant to find you earlier and check up on you, but I've been too busy," she apologized to him.

Shawn simply shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine," he explained before continuing onto why he was actually seeking out her help. "I was actually wondering if you've seen Lassie around. I wanted to call Gus, but he's got my phone."

Juliet looked at him slightly confused before thinking back to when she last saw her partner. "I think he went inside your apartment, at least that's the last time I saw him," she told Shawn.

He glanced up to his apartment door, which was currently blocked off by yellow crime scene tape. "Thanks, Jules," he said graciously before he made his way towards the stairs that led to the second floor.

When he approached the staircase he took them one at a time, unlike earlier when he nearly tripped while he panicked about his bike. He reached the second floor shortly and stopped when he was a step away from the yellow tape. He contemplated for a second if he should even go into his apartment, but he figured since it was his apartment and he was technically a member of the SBPD, then he should be granted access. He carefully ducked under the tape and took a cautious step inside his apartment. He didn't dare turn his head towards the door, he simply walked into the living room and looked for Lassiter. After a few moments of searching he spotted the familiar salt and pepper hair down the hallway towards the bathroom, where Shawn recalled he hid after he saw the suspect leave.

"Lassie!" Shawn called out as he waved his hand in the air waiting for Lassiter to turn around. He had to call his name three more times before Lassiter acknowledged Shawn's presence and turned to leave the hallway.

"What are you doing in here, Spencer?" he asked in his usual detective tone without letting Shawn actually explain himself. "I thought I told you to wait outside."

Shawn fought the urge to roll his eyes at how quickly Lassiter was able to go back to his old self, to not fool anyone. "Well, I was going to take your suggestion to call Gus, but you still have my phone," he reminded the detective.

Lassiter raised his eyebrows at the accusation as he reached inside his pocket. He closed his hands around the phone and handed it over to Shawn. "Sorry, thought I gave that back," he apologized, before he realized he never apologized to Shawn, and he hoped no one was listening. "Is there anything else you need, Spencer? Or can you so kindly get out of our way."

"Well, as long as you're offering," Shawn started with a smirk, and Lassiter wasn't sure where this conversation was going. "Is it possible for me to get a pair of pants? It's chilly out and I don't want everyone staring," he admitted.

Lassiter laughed when Shawn asked for a pair of pants. He half expected him to ask for a kiss or some other sort of PDA that would've let everyone in on the relationship. "Yeah of course. Let me get all the officers out of your room," he agreed before he turned to clear everyone out of Shawn's room.

Once everyone was out of Shawn's bedroom, Lassiter waved his hand to call Shawn over. He pushed the door shut behind them as he made sure no one was suspicious of them being in the bedroom together. "Legally I have to make sure you don't disturb any evidence while you're in here," he said when he turned back around to face Shawn.

Shawn smirked at the response and raised an eyebrow. "Is that the only reason, Detective?" He questioned as he dropped the blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders to the ground.

"Well," Lassiter started as he pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to Shawn. "I was hoping to somehow make it up to you about me not staying over."

"I wouldn't mind," Shawn smirked again and reached for Lassiter's hand to pull him closer.

When Lassiter was pulled towards Shawn, he put his hands on the shorter man's hips and looked down at him. "I can't be gone for too long, so I was thinking this would suffice," he said quietly as he leaned his head down and gave Shawn a delicate kiss.

Shawn slid his eyes shut and reached his hand up to cup Lassiter's cheek. He leaned against Lassiter, needing to be closer. It had been a couple weeks since Shawn had been this close to him, and he was determined to make it last. He slid his other hand up into Lassiter's hair, and tangled his fingers in the crazy bedhead that he never bothered brushing out. Shawn felt himself shiver when Lassiter slid his hands under his plain white t-shirt, but soon enough the coldness was replaced with a warmth Shawn melted into Lassiter for.

Lassiter never got used to kissing Shawn. Every time there was such a rush, and it was almost as if his lips were addicting. He pulled his hands out from under Shawn's shirt and placed them back on his hips where they originated. With just a slight force he pushed Shawn back, without breaking the connection, and he bumped into the wall with a slight thud. He moved his hands to the side of Shawn's head against the wall to brace himself.

Although the pair wanted to make their quick fling last as long as possible, their bodies had other functions that were behind ignored. Lassiter was the first to pull away and suck in a deep breath. He leaned his head down and rested his forehead on Shawn's as the both caught their breaths. "That'll do," Shawn said quietly in between breaths. "For now," he finished with his signature smirk.

Lassiter chuckled at the comment and nodded his head in agreement. "Whatever you say, Shawn." He pushed himself off the wall and attempted to fix his hair, which was now sticking straight up in some places thanks to Shawn. "I should get back out there, and you should put on the pants you came in here for."

Shawn straightened out his shirt and stepped over to his closet. He grabbed the first pair of jeans he saw and slipped them over his legs, pushing the metal button through the hole when they were at his waist. He walked back up to Lassiter and stepped on his tiptoes to place another quick kiss on his lips. "We'll finish that later," he said with a wink before walking out of the bedroom, leaving Lassiter alone.