Author's note:
I've found the amazing series that is Psych (I'm late...I know, you know :D). Hence this is a oneshot Shassie (Lassiter/Shawn) fic for you.
Not beta'ed
At first glance Shawn looked unusually quiet in the police department.
Lassiter exchanged an inquisitive glance with detective O'Hara, then sighed while tightening his grasp on the parcel of paperwork he was helding in his hand. He walked over to the psychic slouched over the chair inside the chief's room.
"Are you miraculously alone today?"
Shawn turned very slowly to the look at detective, a small pout was on his face.
"I don't think that's the correct way to say hi to a colleague Lassie. A colleague who is passing by today just to give you a good hint on the Asheley's case".
The head detective sat in the other available chair with a sigh, "Chief Vick is not here today and I don't have time to waste on you" the taller man put forcibly all the paperwork on the wooden table just to make his point.
"So rude" Shawn pouted again, not making any ulterior comment or witty remark.
"So, what's the good hint?" the head detective urged him on.
"See, you thought Asheley was the culprit but actually she is not" Shawn paused for a second, moving his right hand weakly "Her twin sister did it. She is not clumsy, she is just faking to be right handed".
Lassiter found himself hanging with his mouth slightly open; it was impressive, but the most impressing thing was the absence of any kind of drama in the psychic's crime solving scene.
"So what, we are just going to follow your words?"
"Of course not Lassie. You will find the proof in her handbag. She threw it near the lake and didn't manage to retrieve it. Yet." Shawn replied with the hint of a smirk but remained meekly sitting in his chair.
He is so quiet it's kind of suspicious.
"...what happened to you?" Lassiter asked him finally, puzzled by that unusual behavior.
"Aww Lassie is worried for me" the psychic cooed pleasantly but his smile was half the way it usually was.
"Are you sick?" he asked, the first thing that the detective could think of "Mind you, I have too much work to do so if you are sick just scoot away from me!"
The other didn't reply for a few seconds, he kept staring at the detective unmoving.
"It's Gus" he finally sighed out, sprawling all his limbs in an erratic manner over the office chair.
So dramatic. That is more like him.
"What about him?" he asked cautiously, eyeing him sideways as he begun writing a few things on the finished reports.
"He found out I have feelings for him"
What?
"What?" he copied his thoughts accidentally. He was NOT expecting something like that. "So you... you like him? No wait, I really don't ca-"
"Yeah I do" Shawn sighed interrupting the other, "I mean, he is the reason I started fantasizing about boys as well as girls."
A vague astonishment morphed Lassiter's face, followed by an expression of mild understanding.
He could understand why that was the case but it didn't help that he actually felt his chest tightening. Those words hurt him very much.
The detective waited for the other to keep on talking but it seemed like the speech was officially halted; with an huffy shake of the documents in his possession he continued "So?" He asked the figure who seemed to be an empty shell compared to his usual lively and ironic character.
"I don't know, Lassie. The thing is, he is my friend."
"And what does that have to do with it?"
"Well, for once can you imagine us working on a case and while sucking each other's tonsils out?"
That was an image that made Carlton Lassiter's stomach clench. That was so wrong on so many levels.
He opened his mouth to express his thoughts, but his mind decided that the mental image was way better with him taking Gus' place. He felt warmth spreading all over his body so he wisely decided to shut his mouth and try to contain the feelings instead.
The psychic rose from his chair and resumed his monologue "Not that these kinds of distractions could stop my psychic senses, mind you". Shawn turned to him with a sly smirk, winking mischievously and causing the policeman to clear his throat.
His confidence is getting back at least, it's a good sign.
"The fact is, as important as he is to me, he has no idea of the depth of my feelings for him. Or pretends not to acknowledge them." He quickly added even more emphatically, "Or, even worse, he's not fully aware of how he feels about me!"
It seemed that Shawn had once again found the solution to his personal case. And on top of it all he was making a show out of that!
Lassiter had a surge of jealousy. That impromptu psychological session was about to throw the psychic directly into Guster's arms.
"Well, now that you've solved your case, could I have some peace and quiet? I have a lot to do, unlike you," he replied with fake contempt and irritation to conceal his real mental state.
"Oh come on, we both know you're going to solve these cases in no time at all, Lassie." Shawn always used to throw these backhand compliments at him, but the detective could never sense any kind of irony in his tone.
"Anyway, don't you think that would complicate everything?" He finally asked, and again, in the eyes of the detective, that seemed like a serious question.
He stood for a few moments looking at the figure of the man, fervently waiting for his answer, his eyes attentive and fixed on him. Lassiter didn't have to be a psychic to understand that he seemed really eager to get his opinion on this matter.
The head detective was about to open his mouth and express his brutally honest opinion, when he froze again.
Since when did that psychic weasel worries about anything? And above all, why on earth would he talk about anything with him?
"Wait a minute!" the realization made the detective's cerulean eyes squint, eliciting a deliciously guilty chuckle from the other who thus began to reduce the distance.
The 'he' Shawn was talking about was actually Carlton Lassiter.
"You...you're not talking about Gus".
Shawn leaned his hands to support himself, one on the solid wooden desk, the other on the back of the head detective's chair.
"No, Lassie, I wouldn't say so."
And there it was, that adorable smile on his face, tender and mischievous at the same time. Lassiter could see him now that he had come so close to him that he could feel his breath tickle his lips.
"If so, Spencer, I can warmly advise you to go for it. There's no complication whatsoever that can get in the way," he finally replied, holding his breath as if waiting for his reaction.
He didn't have to wait for long because Shawn, still smiling, had just enough time to whisper to him "I was hoping you would say it, Lassie." before stealing his lips in a kiss.
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"O'Hara".
"Mmm?" Juliet turned to look at chief Vick completely frozen in front of the door of her personal room.
"...why are Lassiter and Spencer making out in my office?".