A Date With Danger (Revised) Chapter 2: Lassiter, a psych fanfic

~Lassiter's POV~

This was all I needed. This entire week in Santa Barbara was hot and miserable. The coolest day that we had so far was 89 degrees. It was to the point I even wore my casual shoes. The thing that made me the most sick about it all is how crime didn't even seem to stop on days like these. Don't get me wrong, they did slow down, a lot even. But still, out of all times to get a call from Spencer was right when Dominique and I was about to kiss. I'm really glad though, Dominique didn't even let Spencer's interruption stop her. To be grabbed and pushed up against a wall with such raw brute force while being pinned down with no chance of escape, for her to take charge and dominate me with her kiss like a hungry predator, the way she 'couldn't help herself' while doing it: it turned me on in ways I've never thought possible. And despite the body I'm looking at on the asphalt road, all I can think about is 'Dammit, Spencer'.

"O'Hara, tell me everything."

"Female, 5'8. Looks to be late thirties. Well, witnesses say the body just appeared out of nowhere. There were too many cars to be identified which car the body came from and so far, we know this woman was tortured before the perp finally killed her."

I looked down at the mutilated body. Dear God, how could a monster like this possible exist? I've dealt with more sickos than I care to count. This however, is an all new level of evil. The woman was missing her eyes, teeth, ears, and nose. Parts of her flesh was ripped off. There was something sticking out of her bloody ear whole. Using a gloved hand, I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was paper.

I am death and I make sure everyone is equal.

A cold chill ran down my spine. The is the third victim this month that has had a piece of paper shoved somewhere in their body. Whoever this killer is, he is one sick bastard and needs to be stopped by any means necessary, even if it means working with Spencer.

"Wait, I'm getting something!"

Spencer. My jaw tightened just looking at him.

"Gus, what's happening to me! AH! I'm so high!"

"That's not surprising," I muttered to myself. Suddenly, I was greeted with Spencer's hands on my face.

"It's too strong, I can't control it!"

"Spffrr!'

Quickly, he got behind me, grabbed both of my wrist, and started to flap my arms up and down while making annoying bird calls.

"Get off me!"

I got away from that deranged idiot.

"I can see it all, from a bird's eye. There!"

Spencer pointed at the top of a pole, locating a video camera which pointed to the exact spot where the body was found.

"Good job Shawn," O'Hara beamed

I would give anything to get out of this. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate against my leg.

'I didn't want to interrupt you while you were working so I texted you instead. What should I wear for tonight's surprise? ~Dominique'

I quickly replied.

'A dress is never a bad choice, especially on a body as beautiful as yours. ~Carlton.'

'Shall I wear something sexy then?'

"Who's getting sassy with Lassie?"

I quickly turn to see Spencer reading my text messages from behind me.

"Spencer!"

I felt my face turn red, not just because I was mad at the snooping man-child.

"Lassie, my advice, wear a lacy thong. It drives women crazy."

"Spencer, I swear to God himself, I will beat you within an inch of your life!"

"Find, then wear a G-string. It's not as good but get results."

I made a run at Spencer but, he got away. So I went and got inside my car, started the engine and sent my final text before leaving.

'Nothing you wear could make you look any more sexy than what you already are. Carlton~

I'll never understand O'Hara's feelings for Spencer. But at least he knows if he hurts her in anyway, hell itself wouldn't be able to stop me from hunting him down. The rest of the morning was filled with phone calls, paperwork, interrogating suspects, and what not. By the time lunch came around, I found myself sitting across my partner, eating a chicken sandwich.

"Can I ask you something, O'Hara?"

She nodded her head while wiping her mouth off.

"Yeah, what's up?"

I tried to gather my thoughts before speaking.

"You're a woman."

"The last time I checked, why?"

"I wanted to know where would I take someone, another woman, for a perfect first date."

O'Hara's eyes light up like Christmas as she gasped in delight.

"Oh my God, Carlton, you have a date?"

"Yes O'Hara, and I want to take her someplace special tonight."

"What's her name", O'Hara asked while leaning in closer.

"Her name is Dominique."

I felt so shy suddenly as I said her name. I couldn't even even look O'Hara in the eyes.

"Aww, you really like her. So wait, when did you ask her out?"

"I didn't, she asked me out this morning," I said while I subconsciously started to poke at my food with a fork, smiling at memories of the odd, yet enjoyable event.

"Wow, she sounds interesting. Ok, for a first date, personally, wouldn't want a big event but, if he would happen to bring me a flowers and take me out to a really nice restaurant that would be acceptable."

~3 hours and two Advil later~

O'Hara was still talking about her perfect first date ideas and so far, the only thing I agree with is flowers and dinner. It may be just me but, picking Dominique up in a limo, going to an all expenses paid spa service, and a trip to Hawaii seems a little much for a first night.

"And then he'll hold my hand as we walk along the beach and look at the stars before he takes me home and kisses me sweetly good night."

I looked over at the clock, 5:00p.m. 'Oh thank God!' I quickly got up and grabbed my coat.

"Thank you O'Hara, that was very,... detailed. But I got to go now", I said as I quickly ran for the door while making a mental note to never ask O'Hara for advice ever again.

"Ok Carlton. Good luck!"

I stopped by the local flower shop on my way home. Every bouquet was really nice but as I looked around, I noticed they didn't have what I needed.

'Damn it, it figures, I have to do everything myself. Think, Lassiter, think!'

~Lassiter's POV~

I stopped by the local flower shop on my way home. Every bouquet was really nice but as I looked around, I noticed they didn't have what I needed.

'Damn it, it figures, I have to do everything myself. Think, Lassiter, think!'

I replayed this morning's events with Dominique in my mind, hoping to fine some clues as to what she would like. Let's see; white and lavender house, freshly painted. Inside of her house were blue walls, green carpet, white ceiling and couch, at least in the living room. From what I could make of the kitchen, it was mostly white walls, blue tile floor, and a pile of clothes (solid color dresses mostly) on top of a white island. 'I got it,' I thought to myself. I grabbed a hand full of lavenders, lilies, blue bells, and a single pink rose. After I arranged them exactly how I like, I took a cotton pink ribbon and tied a bow around the steam of the bouquet. After paying for them, I quickly headed home before the deadly sun could kill these plants like so many others in Santa Barbara. As I walked in the front door, I paused. Something wasn't right. I listening carefully. Voices, I heard voices coming from my kitchen. I pulled my gun out and quietly crept closer towards the intruders.

"Freeze dirt bag!"

"AHHH!"

The high pitch, girly screams gained me another headache.

"Spencer! Guster! What the hell are you doing in my house?!"

"Would it kill you for once to say 'Hi Shawn, how are you today?'

"Or 'Hi Gus, would you like some a piece of lemon cake' which was delicious by the way."

"Oh thank you, you know I make my cakes myself- wait a minute, did you eat my last piece of cake?"

I saw Guster shallow hard.

"I didn't, but he did", Guster said while pointing to Spencer.

"Dude, really?"

"Lassiter is pointing a gun at us and his all of the cake is gone, so yeah Shawn, really."

I had enough.

"What the hell is going on!"

Shawn looked at me and stepped closer, slowly, that is until I cocked my gun. Then he took a few steps back.

"Lassie, listen to me. The woman you're going on a date with tonight, don't go out with her."

Sadly, I had to put my gun away before my finger 'accidentally' slipped.

"What are you talking about, Spencer?"

"Your date, Dominique, I really don't think she wants a date with you, also, she maybe a man."

I used every ounce of will power to stop myself from beating him within an inch of his life.

"She's not a man!"

"But how are you so certain?"

"Because Guster, I got a very, very good look at her,.."

I noticed how Spencer and Guster leaned in closer, grasping on to every word. It made me blush to think how I'd have to explain how perfectly curvy Dominique's body is. And no about of surgery could made a woman like that from a man.

"Get out!"

"But Lassie, she's been lying to you."

"About what Spencer? I didn't have time to learn much about her because someone interrupted us while we were in the middle something important."

"Like what?"

I felt myself flush once again as hot images entered my brain. The kiss that was suppose to have happened on the couch. How I got slammed against her door to be ravished in an animalistic way. If it wasn't for work, somehow I know I would have ended up in her bedroom with Dominique pinning my wrist down on the mattress while straddling my naked, sweaty, lap as she's rides me hard until she,

"Lassie!"

I jumped.

"What? What were you saying?"

"Oh my God, this woman has really done something to you."

I rolled my eyes when they happened to land on the clock.

"Damn it Spencer! I'm running behind."

Spencer and Guster headed towards my door to leave.

"Don't worry Buddy, we'll protect you" Spencer shouted as he left.

"You stay out of this Spencer, do you hear me!? Spencer!"

e kitchen, it was mostly white walls, blue tile floor, and a pile of clothes (solid color dresses mostly) on top of a white island. 'I got it,' I thought to myself. I grabbed a handful of lavenders, lilies, bluebells, and a single pink rose. After I arranged them exactly how I like, I took a cotton pink ribbon and tied a bow around the stem of the bouquet. After paying for them, I quickly headed home before the deadly sun could kill these plants like so many others in Santa Barbara. As I walked in the front door, I paused. Something wasn't right. I listening carefully. Voices, I heard voices coming from my kitchen. I pulled my gun out and quietly crept closer towards the intruders.

"Freeze dirtbag!"