Dedication: I have decided to start dedicating each chapter of a fanfic to one of the fanfics watchers/commenters. And I'll be dedicating this one to The Krystal Cat.

The Krystal Kat:Thank you for the mass of reviewers on each chapter ^^ I don't really think I'll be making it an M, or if I do I'll probably just made a one shot for said M rated scene. But regardless, it would be very sad if you skipped out on a story soley because it was switched to M based on a simple scene or two. I would simply just skip over them, as I can say almost all of the amazing fanfics that I've read were M rated, and I could easily skip over the one m rated scene throughout the entire story. But that is just me. ^^ Thank you for the correction and thank you for the reviews both were greatly appreciated, and I hope you continue reading PSYCHotherapy (Which I have HIGHLY been thinking of changing to just PSYCH-therapy)

And thank you to everyone else, as most of all the comments are the same ^^ And I don't want to go repeating myself, I might throw in a review here and there if it is warranted though, and hey Don't be afraid to review or message me with any suggestions! I haven't had anyone do so but I would greatly like to hear any! Even if their completely unrelated prompts.

Chapter 7:

Flashback: Santa Barbara Police Department

Carlton Lassiter's Desk

Carlton sat at his desk, glaring down at the file in his hands as he held it out before him. He didn't understand it. Nothing about it made any sense. He was certain that the woman was innocent, that she hadn't killed her husband; yet here she sat on trail, all the evidence pointing towards her, and Carlton for the life of him couldn't figure out what he was missing.

He sighed, closing his eyes while he reached up and rubbed at his forehead. When they reopened, he just barely caught sight of a pair of sneakers on the corner of his desk. With a huff he turned onto the man who was currently leaning back in a chair, feet propped up on his desk and head resting against the support beam behind him, fiddling with a small piece of paper in his hands. The fact that the man seemed so placid grated on Carlton's nerves.

"Spencer, what are you doing?" He finally snapped, Shawn turning to look up at him from under his lashes, a pout already adoring the male's features. After all, it wasn't often the detective used Shawn's last name. (At least not this Carlton) It meant the other man was aggravated with him, which clearly showed on the detective's face.

"Oh, come on Car-Car." A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Relax, or you're going to get those pesky frown lines we've been talking about."

Carlton gave him a look, but after a moment simply sighed as he slumped back in his chair. "Shawn, the trail is in two days and we have nothing." He rubbed at his forehead as he turned to push the file off to the side of his desk, running his hand through his hair and then leaning back in his seat again. "How in the hell am I supposed to relax? An innocent woman is going to go to jail."

Shawn's sneakers fell to the floor as he moved to sit up, propping his elbows onto his knees. "You have to calm down, Car. You're looking to hard. Sometimes things don't make sense right away, sure, they seem ridiculous and confusing, but-" He leaned forward out stretching his hand in front of the others face, opening up his palm to reveal the awkwardly folded piece of paper within it. "If you hold out to the end, everything works out just fine..." He moved to grasp at the edges of the paper, pulling on them to reveal that it was in fact an origami crane. "And who knows, maybe the results will make something beautiful."

He turned and dropped the crane back into the palm of his hand, holding it closer to the mans face. Carlton stared at it for a moment before finally taking the piece of paper and turning it around in his grasp to examine it, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "You taking advice from your dad again?" He chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the fake psychic.

Shawn pouted once again, as he flopped back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like the child everyone knew dwelled inside the man. If anything, he could truly say that the man "looked his age". "What I can't come up with my own amazing advice?"

His brows raised just the slightest at the tone that came from the younger male, like the statement truly hurt his pride. "Not as cheesy as that."

Shawn seemed actually offended.

The detective dropped the paper crane onto the corner of his desk with a knowing smirk as Shawn went off on one of his frivolous rants, about how he had his moments. Veering off into how he'd had a moment earlier with Gus, and then instead about how Gus had been totally wrong in the first place, about his dreams and something to do with an argument over cereal. Something about a decoder ring, most likely the same one now adorning his finger, and how he'd convinced Gus that he was a man.

Of course, none of this made sense to Carlton, but he listened anyway, especially when Shawn slipped in and finally admitted to going to his father for advice, and then giving said advice to the detective. He was also all to happy to try and conceal this confession by stuffing some fries into his mouth from the take out container that was settled at the forefront of their desk. The left overs from lunch.

It'd work out in the end though, regardless of what either person at that moment believed. It would turn out to be the ex wife, not the current, that killed her husband. Something about custody over their child. Of course, now, the ex wife would be going to jail, and with the husband gone, the woman would be rewarded with the child as she had been filing for custody with her husband. It wasn't a bad end, not from the way the boy ran to her the moment their eyes met. She'd take care of him. They knew that.

And in honor of that Carlton would keep the origami crane as a souvenir, taping it to the top of his monitor like a war trophy.

"Have you ever though about a kid?"

As well as the last question Carlton Lassiter ever expected from Shawn Spencer.

Present Day:

Santa Barbara Police Station

Carlton sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he held the file up before his face, but it didn't hide the sour expression the other was currently wearing, his hand absent-mindedly shoving in a fry from his lunch. Shawn smiled as he picked up his pace, moving to stand before the desk and snatching up a fry from the fast food container.

There was a quick slap, like someone swatting a fly and the fry fell from Shawn's grasp as he quickly jumped back, shaking off the stinging pain that crawled across the back of his right hand. A deep frown pulling at his lips.

"Spencer, what are you doing?" The file slipped down to reveal a set of furrowed brows and an angry glare directed in his direction, looking him over for a moment before letting the file fall onto his desk.

"Um...sharing?" Shawn rolled his eyes as he scoffed at the question, as if it were an obvious thing, reaching in once again to snatch up a fry.

"I do not share!" Lassiter quickly snatched the carton out from under Shawn's hand, his eyes narrowing on the younger male, a look of disbelief crossing the detective's face.

"But we've always-" Shawn cut himself short.

That was right. It hit him like a bulldozer, head on. He had come in because this was Lassiter's first day back at work.

Carlton was gone. Lassiter was back.

"Right." He felt something inside of him sink, like the feeling of glee he had felt moments before sunk deep into a gaping hole in the pit of his stomach, somewhere where he was certain he wasn't going to find it again. "Of course you don't." He muttered, taking a seat across from the other as he reached out to grab a folder off of the others desk. His hand was once again smacked away.

"Ow!" He gave a childish pout as he turned a hurt look towards Lassiter, cradling his hand, like it was a child. "I need that hand, Lassie! For...psychic-y things." He fluttered his hand up past his temple. "What was that for anyway?"

"What for?" Lassiter scoffed in disbelief, like this was the most obvious thing in the world and only a Neanderthal wouldn't know. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Spencer?"

"Well...I've been..." He glanced around the desk, only to be disappointed upon finding that Lassiter had done some cleaning already. To his dismay the little origami crane was gone, and he'd only dread finding it crumpled in the garbage can. Even the few little things that Shawn had decorated Carlton's desk with to liven it up with were no where to be seen. His model airplane, his gummy bear paperweight that Gus had gotten him for Christmas; worst of all was that Shawn didn't spot the #1 detective mug that Shawn had gotten Carlton after their first official case as a team. It had been custom made for the detective, Juliet even chipping in to get Lassiter's name engraved on the bottom. "We've been...sharing a desk, and I've been...helping...with the cases-hey, Lassie, what happened to our desk-"

"Oh, no, no,no, no." Lassiter cut him off as he shook his head. "Spencer, I don't want you anywhere near me during work. Are we clear?" The man snapped, pointing a finger towards Shawn. "It's bad enough I have to deal with you until you get your own place again, but when I'm at work, that's me time. Got it?"

Shawn opened his mouth to argue, but found himself coming up short as he was cut off by the ringing of his phone. Giving Lassiter one last glance before standing, he pulled the phone out from his pocket and flipped it open.

"Oh, hey Gus!" Shawn smiled, but his tone didn't hold it's usual fervor. "What? No, I don't know if Jules likes Vanda or cat...cat-lees." Shawn turned a glance back towards Lassiter as Gus snapped in his ear: "They're called Cattleya's, Shawn". Lassiter didn't even seem to take notice of him, having already returned back to his work. Shawn finally let out a sigh when he realized he wasn't going to be getting the others attention again and turned back towards his phone call as he headed for the exit. After all he wasn't going to get anywhere with Lassiter, might as well meet up with his best friend. "Gus, where are you anyways?" He paused at the exit, staring out into the parking lot at his bike. "What? Orchid show? Gus that is so...so childish. It is...What? No, Flower's can't be manly..." He threw his hand up as he stormed out of the station, his last words echoing through the halls.

"Gus, nothing about any of that is manly!"

|Psych|

"I'm just saying, Shawn, orchids are very useful. Their not just something to look at, their used for fragrances, for food flavoring and even have traditional medical uses, alright?" Gus slammed the car door as they made their way across the street, turning a glare back towards Shawn.

"No, no, it's not alright, Gus. There is no reason for any grown man to have that many orchids!" Shawn justered back towards the blueberry where Gus had at LEAST 20 planters in the back seat, and Shawn could only guess how many where in the trunk, as he believed Gus would never have put anything with dirt in his back seat unless his trunk was already packed.

"Their gifts."

"What, are you giving all of SBPD orchids for Christmas?"

"No, Shawn, my mother happens to be a very avid orchid collector."

"You're giving all those to her?" He shook his head. "And who collects orchids? I mean, really?"

"I'll have you know there are over 100 variations of Orchids, it's a very widespread family. Many people collect them. And no, they're not all for her, there are plenty of woman expecting Christmas presents from me." Gus scoffed.

Shawn Came to a stop on the front porch, turning on his best friend, hands moving to his hips. "Oh yeah? Who?"

"Juliet." Gus stated with some confidence before he stumbled over his words, holding up a finger at the other. "Uh...the-"

"What about me?" Juliet stood at the open doorway of the house. Shawn could see the look of relief that swept over his face at the intrusion, as well as the panic that set in as Juliet butted in on their conversation.

A wide grin split across Shawn's face as he turned towards Juliet eager to jump in. "Gus here was just mentioning how lonely he's been, now that Lassie's back, I've been so focused on everything else, poor Gus here was feeling left out. So I was thinking-" Shawn clapped his hands together, turning his eyes up towards the ceiling, then back again, catching the wide eyed look Gus was giving him, along with the furious head shaking. He ignored it. "that maybe you, me, Gus and Lassie could have lunch together. I know Gus here would truly appreciate it."

"What, really?" A confused smile pulled at the corners of Juliet's mouth as she furrowed her brows together, glancing between the two.

"No, no-" Gus was quick to try and cover up Shawn's blatant attempt at setting up a double date, but Juliet was faster.

"Yeah, sure." She gave a small one shoulder shrug as she threw her hands up, her eyebrows lifting as her mouth pulled down into a pouting smile. Her expression clearly reading 'I'm okay with this, but I don't think it'll end well". "I'm up for it, but I can't say for Lassiter."

"Just leave Lassie to me, Jules." Shawn smiled, nodding his head as he shoved past Juliet and into the house, leaving the two alone.

The place wasn't taped off yet, so either they didn't believe anything suspicious with the death (which, Shawn had heard about over his police radio while waiting Gus to get back to the Psych office from his "convention"), or the body was being moved.

He found himself standing in the foyer, a staircase to his left, and three doorways to choose from. Someone was a pack rat, or sleaze, just plain lazy...regardless someone needed an intervention from "Hoarders".

"Spencer, what are you doing here?" Shawn's head snapped up from admiring the decor of trash to find Lassiter glaring at him, notepad clearly visible in his grasp despite the detective's arms being crossed.

The words "overdose" and "postural asphyxiation" clearly visible from the paper.

"Lassie!" Shawn tore his eyes away from the notepad to smile up at the grumpy looking detective. "I was just coming to look for you, man. The spirits whispered of a dead body. Told me to come here, and voilà!" He justered around him.

Lassiter didn't seem at all convinced as Shawn tried to peer around him at the crime scene, Lassiter easily moving to block his path. "Nice try, Spencer, but it's pretty cut and dry here. It's just a junkie." He huffed, before narrowing his eyes on the other, suddenly remembering something as he surged forward and shoved a finger into the psychics face. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear, I don't want you anywhere near me during work, my crime scenes included."

Shawn gave him a small smile, trying to defuse the situation. "Oh, come on Lassie, we've been doing cases together for the past year. What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours." He took the moment as he spoke to glance around the crime scene, spotting the dead body lying on the couch, one arm and leg dangling off the side. He picked up the sight of an overturned pill bottle on the table and a pillow off to the side of the floor. There was a peculiar ring on the pillow. Despite what he'd seen walking in the living room seemed rather...clean. Not the cleaniest, there were still plenty of things strewn about, but it was evidenct someone had done a little cleaning, and unless the man had suddenly gotten an itch to clean up his act, he highly doubted it was the man that lived there.

This clearly wasn't an open and shut case.

"No." Lassiter quickly snarled, catching Shawn off guard as he shoved his finger into the younger male's chest, forcing Shawn to back away from the scene. "Nothing that is mine, is yours, Spencer. Not my lunch. Not my desk. Not my cases. Not my kitchen, and not my house. Are we clear on that?"

Shawn's eyes searched the others face, desperately looking for something in Lassiter's eyes. Praying for a glimmer of amusement, for all of this to just be one big joke. But after a moment of finding nothing there but pure annoyance and rage, he finally let out a sigh. His head dropped as a look of hurt came over his features and he nodded turning to stare off towards the corner of the room. "Yeah."

"Good. Now get out."

Shawn watched as Lassiter turned his back to him, walking back towards the crime scene, only to tense up again as Shawn called after him, clapping his hands together. "No can do Lassie!"

The detective turned a glare onto him, the side of his face twitching. "Excuse me?"

"Well you see, I have some good news and bad news." He announced with a smile. "Bad news is, it's not an overdose. That man, right there-" He entwined his fingers together, until only his pointer fingers were erect and pointing in the direction of the dead body. "was murdered." He then turned back to give Lassiter a toothy grin, practically dancing from one foot to the other. "Good news is it's happy hour at Blush right now, and they have the best jerk chicken in Santa Barbara. Whatta say?"

If looks could kill, Buzz would be wheeling him out on a gurney at that moment and not the hoarder he was wheeling by.

"Spencer, I am not having lunch with you."

"No, no, not me. It was Juliet's idea, we're all gonna be there..." He swept his eyes away from the gurney to find Lassiter still glaring at him, obviously not convinced. "Gus is paying." He gave a nervous chuckle, his eyebrows lifting up as he gave him a pleading look. "You've been gone for like a year and a half, Lassie, come on. Loosen up, let people celebrate."

There was silence, and then:

"They missed you."

Lassiter's gaze lingered for a moment, looking him over for any sign of deception before he finally sighed, moving up to rub at his forehead. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." He grumbled. "But, fine, sure, whatever. Only if you get the hell out of my crime scene though." Lassiter pointed a finger at the male again.

"Technically I'm not in your-"

"Spencer."

"But Lassie-"

"Out!"

Shawn pulled a pout across his features as his shoulder's slumped, finally retreating back out of the house. the pout turned into a wide grin however as he met Juliet and Gus back out on the porch, both stopping in their conversation, something about orchids most likely, to look at him expectantly.

"Got him."

Don't worry, that "Kid" comment is there because the NEXT chapter's flashback involves it. Truth is it wasn't even there to begin with. But with the sudden thought of it, and the chapter finally including "Hunter" in it. Everything just started writing itself and I decided that I was gonna let you all get a little sneak peak into the next chapter.

Henry refuses to hold Hunter any longer, Shawn's pretty sure that Hunter won't be helping him win Lassie ever anytime soon, and oh yeah, let's not forget the "Double Date". Stay tuned.

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