FIC: A Lassierella Story (6/6)
Title: A Lassierella Story
Author: moondragon25 (or moondragon23 on other sites)
Pairing: Carlton/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It starts like a fairy tale. Guy and girl meet at a party. Girl runs off before the guy learns her name, leaving only a piece of her outfit behind. Guy looks for girl.
Of course, the prince never had to worry about escaped convicts and hostage situations while trying to get his girl. Lassiter will have to work a little bit harder for his happy ending.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of its characters. All other publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: Almost forgot to post this today. Just getting over a cold and had other things on my mind. It's short but after everything Lassiter and Liz have been through they deserve a happy ending.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Happily Ever After
2 Months Later
Lassiter glanced at the clock. It was going to be close, but if he pushed himself he should be able to get the rest of his paperwork done in time to leave early as planned.
McNab came over and added another file to his pile. “Sorry, sir,” he said, backing away quickly from Lassiter’s glare.
He knew it wasn’t McNab’s fault, but he couldn’t help wanting someone else to suffer along with him. He tried glaring at the new file but it was unimpressed. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. At least he could do that again without encountering a bare spot; the shaved patch where he’d had his stitches had finally grown back in. It had been annoyingly itchy as it did; almost as annoying as Spencer’s comments about it had been.
He looked over at O’Hara’s desk, where the fake psychic in question and his side kick were busy distracting his partner. He could probably have gotten her to help him with the paperwork if she wasn’t too busy fraternizing with her boyfriend. He grumbled as he bent his head to reapply himself to his report.
“Hey guys, I brought coffee!” Lassiter looked up and smiled as Liz walked towards him with several cups of coffee and a brown paper bag.
“This is a rare sight indeed, Guster,” Spencer said in a horrible Australian accent. “The grouchy Lassiopolis is smiling a greeting at his mate. Never in my five years of observing this creature have I seen such a sight.”
Guster elbowed Spencer in the side. “Knock it off, Shawn.”
“Here you go Carlton,” Liz said, placing a cup on his desk and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He fought the urge to blush and glared at Spencer when the man snickered.
“Juliet.” Liz passed his partner the next drink. “Shawn.” She pulled Spencer’s drink back as he started to eagerly reach for it. “No more picking on Carlton today. It’s our anniversary.”
Spencer glanced at Lassiter, then the coffee. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, taking the cup.
“What about me?” Guster asked.
Liz frowned. “I’m pushing my luck as it is without getting my boyfriend’s partner’s boyfriend’s best friend free coffee too.”
“Oh,” Guster said, looking crestfallen.
Liz rolled her eyes. “I’m kidding. Here.” She took the last coffee out of the holder and gave it to him.
“Thank you,” Guster said, eagerly taking a sip. He hummed happily. “You make the best coffee.”
Liz grinned smugly. “I know.” She placed a bag on O’Hara’s desk. “I also brought muffins.” As the two men pounced on the bag to O’Hara’s amusement, she walked over and sat on the edge of Lassiter’s desk. “How’s the coffee?”
“Perfect, like always,” he said, taking a sip. He nodded at Spencer. “Though I don’t like the idea of him getting caffeine. He’s too high-strung as it is.”
Liz leaned closer. “Don’t tell him, but I made his decaf,” she said quietly with a mischievous grin.
“Hey, what are you two love birds whispering about?” Spencer mumbled around a half-eaten muffin.
“Just our plans for tonight,” Liz lied smoothly.
“Right, your anniversary.” Spencer crammed the rest of the muffin in his mouth as he walked towards them, eyeing them thoughtfully. “So which anniversary is it?” he asked, spraying crumbs all over Lassiter’s desk.
“Hey, watch it!” Lassiter snapped, wiping moist crumbs off his report.
Spencer swallowed and grinned, unrepentant. “Sorry. But seriously, there are a lot of anniversaries you can celebrate this early in a relationship.”
Guster snorted. “Like you would know.”
“I’ll have you know Jules and I celebrated many anniversaries. Our first kiss, our first date, our first Mentalist marathon.” Spencer grinned suggestively at O’Hara. “Other firsts involving a bed. And some without.”
“Shawn!” O’Hara shouted, blushing furiously.
“If you do not stop talking, I will shoot you,” Lassiter threatened, making a face. He did not need to hear about his partner’s sex life, especially when it involved Spencer.
“Then tell me what anniversary it is,” Spencer whined.
Liz and Lassiter exchanged a look. “It’s a two month anniversary,” she said.
“And the rest is none of your business,” Lassiter added reproachfully.
Guster and O’Hara walked over to his desk, drawn by the conversation. “Two months,” Guster said thoughtfully. “Was that your first date?”
“Nope,” Liz said.
“What about the Halloween party where you guys first met?” O’Hara guessed.
Liz shook her head. “Wrong again.”
Spencer had been quiet, a slightly vacant look in his eyes. Now his gaze snapped to Lassiter in disbelief. “Seriously? The hostage situation?”
Lassiter shrugged. “What can I say? We bonded that day taking out those two thugs. It provided a solid base for our relationship.”
Spencer looked at Liz and she shrugged. “It was a pretty important day for both of us,” she agreed.
Spencer shook his head. “You guys seriously need some help.”
“Like you should talk,” Guster said. “You still celebrate the day you broke your arm skateboarding while hanging onto the back of John Havershire’s truck.”
“That’s because it led to my first kiss, even if it was a sympathy kiss,” Spencer explained.
“It also led to you being grounded for two months,” Guster said.
“So what are you guys doing?” O’Hara asked, ignoring the argument starting between Spencer and Guster.
“We’re going to the gun range,” Lassiter said excitedly. His ribs and Liz’s wrist were both fully healed and he could finally keep his promise to show her how to shoot a gun.
Liz laughed at O’Hara’s expression. “We’re also going to dinner afterward.”
Abandoning his argument, Spencer went to grab a box off of O’Hara’s desk. “And I have the perfect thing for dessert.” He brought it over and held it out to Lassiter.
Lassiter cautiously peered inside. “Spencer, what the hell are those?”
O’Hara sighed. “Shawn, what did I tell you about those cookies?”
“That I couldn’t give them out as holiday gifts or bring them to any parties,” Spencer replied promptly. “But the holidays are over and we’re at work. Therefore, cookies.” He held the box out to Lassiter again, shaking it.
Lassiter looked again at the oddly decorated gingerbread cookies. “Is that supposed to be what I think it is?”
Spencer grinned wickedly. “Yup. I was making gingerbread cookies with Gus one day and thought to myself, wow, these guys look kind of plain without any decorative frosting or gumdrop buttons. In fact, you can’t tell if they are guys or girls or aliens. Well, maybe those weird aliens in the old sci-fi movies that were conspicuously lacking in the crotch department.” He looked over at Guster, who nodded in agreement. “Anyway. . .” He took out a cookie and put it on Lassiter’s desk. “That gave me the idea for the gender specific gingerbread cookie.” He gazed at the sugary treat proudly. “I call this one Cindy.”
Lassiter eyed the cookie distastefully. “Get that thing off my desk.”
Spencer covered the cookie’s ears and mock glared at him. “Lassie, be nice. You’re going to hurt her feelings.” He pulled another cookie out of the box and handed it to Liz. “You can have Ralph.”
Liz examined the cookie curiously. “This is very detailed.”
“Thank you.” Spencer nudged his shoulder. “See, your girlfriend likes them.”
“Nobody’s perfect,” Lassiter muttered. Liz slapped his arm. “What? It’s true.”
Liz shook her head. “You still don’t know how to talk to women.” She picked up Lassiter’s ‘girl’ cookie (there was no way he was thinking of it as Cindy). “There, happy?”
“Yes,” Lassiter said gratefully. “Thank you.”
Liz rolled her eyes. “You’re welcome. So, are you going to be ready to leave soon?”
Lassiter gestured at the pile of files on his desk. “I still have to get through these first.”
“I’ll do them,” O’Hara volunteered. “You can just pay me back next time I have a date.”
“He can?” Spencer asked excitedly.
“Yes,” O’Hara said. “And you can help me finish the paperwork.”
Spencer pouted. “But Jules. . .”
“You helped on these cases, you can help with the paperwork,” O’Hara said, giving him a look.
“Fine.” Spencer grabbed the files from Lassiter’s desk and sat down next to O’Hara with a huff.
“What about me?’ Guster asked.
“You can go,” O’Hara said.
“How come he gets to go?” Spencer protested. “He helped too.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” O’Hara said simply.
Guster grinned. “Later, Shawn.”
“This will be good for you, Spencer,” Lassiter said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “Give you a taste of real police work.”
“Whatever,” Spencer muttered, grabbing the first file.
Lassiter wrapped his arm around his girlfriend. “Let’s get out of here.”
Liz leaned against him as they walked out to the car. “You weren’t very nice to Shawn.”
“He wasn’t very nice to me,” Lassiter countered.
“True. I just wish you guys got along better. Juliet and I want to try a double date.”
Lassiter grimaced. That sounded about the closest thing to hell on Earth. “I would rather have dental surgery by a blind man. Without anesthesia.”
Liz sighed as she climbed into the car. “Just think about it, all right?”
Lassiter watched her wrap her cookie in a napkin and put it in the glove box. “You didn't have to take it. You could have just tossed it out.”
“But I want to eat it,” Liz said. “Juliet says Shawn makes great cookies, no matter how oddly decorated or shaped they are.”
Lassiter frowned. “Then why not just eat it now?”
Liz gave him an impish grin. “I thought it might be too distracting. Better to eat it somewhere private.”
Lassiter could feel himself starting to blush. “Right, private,” he said gruffly.
“Don't worry; I saved yours too.” She grinned. “I wouldn’t want to separate Cindy and Ralph.”
Lassiter groaned and dropped his head against the steering wheel. “Why do I put up with this?”
“Because you love me,” Liz said cheekily.
Lassiter raised his head and looked at her seriously. “Yes, I do,” he said softly.
Liz blinked in surprise. “Oh.” She ducked her head, blushing furiously. After a moment, she leaned over and kissed him lightly. “I love you too,” she whispered against his lips.
Lassiter pulled her into another kiss, this one deeper than the last. It was a little awkward twisting with the steering wheel in the way but then Liz scooted closer and he was able to pull her against him. He let a hand trail through her hair as he traced her bottom lip with his tongue. She moaned, bracing one hand on the seat as the other held onto his waist to keep them close. Her mouth opened and his tongue dipped inside to twine against hers.
His pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight so he forced himself to pull back slightly. He didn’t want to take this any further considering they were still in the station parking lot. “We should go,” he said, ignoring how close Liz’s lips still were. “Spencer is probably watching us.”
Liz nodded and slide back into her seat. “He's probably taking pictures.”
Lassiter sighed, though he wasn't as upset as he normally would be at the thought of pictures of himself making out with his girlfriend floating around the station. Being in love will do that. He straightened his shirt and glanced over at Liz. “We'll continue this later.”
“Over dessert,” Liz said, nodding towards the glove box.
Lassiter rolled his eyes and Liz laughed. Shaking his head, he started the car and pulled out of the station, a smile fixed firmly on his face.
And they lived happily ever after. . .
Well, as much as a gun-toting detective and a sword wielding medieval history teacher can. At least the coffee was always perfect.
The gingerbread cookie thing came about when my brother showed me a tumblr post for “androgynous gingerbread cookies.” I had one of those WWSD(What Would Shawn Do?) moments and thus was born the idea for gender specific gingerbread cookies.
Thank you for everyone who left a review. I'll answer them over the next week as I struggle to overcome my writer's block. Hopefully I'll have a new chapter of my werewolf fic soon.
Author: moondragon25 (or moondragon23 on other sites)
Pairing: Carlton/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It starts like a fairy tale. Guy and girl meet at a party. Girl runs off before the guy learns her name, leaving only a piece of her outfit behind. Guy looks for girl.
Of course, the prince never had to worry about escaped convicts and hostage situations while trying to get his girl. Lassiter will have to work a little bit harder for his happy ending.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of its characters. All other publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Note: Almost forgot to post this today. Just getting over a cold and had other things on my mind. It's short but after everything Lassiter and Liz have been through they deserve a happy ending.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Happily Ever After
2 Months Later
Lassiter glanced at the clock. It was going to be close, but if he pushed himself he should be able to get the rest of his paperwork done in time to leave early as planned.
McNab came over and added another file to his pile. “Sorry, sir,” he said, backing away quickly from Lassiter’s glare.
He knew it wasn’t McNab’s fault, but he couldn’t help wanting someone else to suffer along with him. He tried glaring at the new file but it was unimpressed. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. At least he could do that again without encountering a bare spot; the shaved patch where he’d had his stitches had finally grown back in. It had been annoyingly itchy as it did; almost as annoying as Spencer’s comments about it had been.
He looked over at O’Hara’s desk, where the fake psychic in question and his side kick were busy distracting his partner. He could probably have gotten her to help him with the paperwork if she wasn’t too busy fraternizing with her boyfriend. He grumbled as he bent his head to reapply himself to his report.
“Hey guys, I brought coffee!” Lassiter looked up and smiled as Liz walked towards him with several cups of coffee and a brown paper bag.
“This is a rare sight indeed, Guster,” Spencer said in a horrible Australian accent. “The grouchy Lassiopolis is smiling a greeting at his mate. Never in my five years of observing this creature have I seen such a sight.”
Guster elbowed Spencer in the side. “Knock it off, Shawn.”
“Here you go Carlton,” Liz said, placing a cup on his desk and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He fought the urge to blush and glared at Spencer when the man snickered.
“Juliet.” Liz passed his partner the next drink. “Shawn.” She pulled Spencer’s drink back as he started to eagerly reach for it. “No more picking on Carlton today. It’s our anniversary.”
Spencer glanced at Lassiter, then the coffee. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, taking the cup.
“What about me?” Guster asked.
Liz frowned. “I’m pushing my luck as it is without getting my boyfriend’s partner’s boyfriend’s best friend free coffee too.”
“Oh,” Guster said, looking crestfallen.
Liz rolled her eyes. “I’m kidding. Here.” She took the last coffee out of the holder and gave it to him.
“Thank you,” Guster said, eagerly taking a sip. He hummed happily. “You make the best coffee.”
Liz grinned smugly. “I know.” She placed a bag on O’Hara’s desk. “I also brought muffins.” As the two men pounced on the bag to O’Hara’s amusement, she walked over and sat on the edge of Lassiter’s desk. “How’s the coffee?”
“Perfect, like always,” he said, taking a sip. He nodded at Spencer. “Though I don’t like the idea of him getting caffeine. He’s too high-strung as it is.”
Liz leaned closer. “Don’t tell him, but I made his decaf,” she said quietly with a mischievous grin.
“Hey, what are you two love birds whispering about?” Spencer mumbled around a half-eaten muffin.
“Just our plans for tonight,” Liz lied smoothly.
“Right, your anniversary.” Spencer crammed the rest of the muffin in his mouth as he walked towards them, eyeing them thoughtfully. “So which anniversary is it?” he asked, spraying crumbs all over Lassiter’s desk.
“Hey, watch it!” Lassiter snapped, wiping moist crumbs off his report.
Spencer swallowed and grinned, unrepentant. “Sorry. But seriously, there are a lot of anniversaries you can celebrate this early in a relationship.”
Guster snorted. “Like you would know.”
“I’ll have you know Jules and I celebrated many anniversaries. Our first kiss, our first date, our first Mentalist marathon.” Spencer grinned suggestively at O’Hara. “Other firsts involving a bed. And some without.”
“Shawn!” O’Hara shouted, blushing furiously.
“If you do not stop talking, I will shoot you,” Lassiter threatened, making a face. He did not need to hear about his partner’s sex life, especially when it involved Spencer.
“Then tell me what anniversary it is,” Spencer whined.
Liz and Lassiter exchanged a look. “It’s a two month anniversary,” she said.
“And the rest is none of your business,” Lassiter added reproachfully.
Guster and O’Hara walked over to his desk, drawn by the conversation. “Two months,” Guster said thoughtfully. “Was that your first date?”
“Nope,” Liz said.
“What about the Halloween party where you guys first met?” O’Hara guessed.
Liz shook her head. “Wrong again.”
Spencer had been quiet, a slightly vacant look in his eyes. Now his gaze snapped to Lassiter in disbelief. “Seriously? The hostage situation?”
Lassiter shrugged. “What can I say? We bonded that day taking out those two thugs. It provided a solid base for our relationship.”
Spencer looked at Liz and she shrugged. “It was a pretty important day for both of us,” she agreed.
Spencer shook his head. “You guys seriously need some help.”
“Like you should talk,” Guster said. “You still celebrate the day you broke your arm skateboarding while hanging onto the back of John Havershire’s truck.”
“That’s because it led to my first kiss, even if it was a sympathy kiss,” Spencer explained.
“It also led to you being grounded for two months,” Guster said.
“So what are you guys doing?” O’Hara asked, ignoring the argument starting between Spencer and Guster.
“We’re going to the gun range,” Lassiter said excitedly. His ribs and Liz’s wrist were both fully healed and he could finally keep his promise to show her how to shoot a gun.
Liz laughed at O’Hara’s expression. “We’re also going to dinner afterward.”
Abandoning his argument, Spencer went to grab a box off of O’Hara’s desk. “And I have the perfect thing for dessert.” He brought it over and held it out to Lassiter.
Lassiter cautiously peered inside. “Spencer, what the hell are those?”
O’Hara sighed. “Shawn, what did I tell you about those cookies?”
“That I couldn’t give them out as holiday gifts or bring them to any parties,” Spencer replied promptly. “But the holidays are over and we’re at work. Therefore, cookies.” He held the box out to Lassiter again, shaking it.
Lassiter looked again at the oddly decorated gingerbread cookies. “Is that supposed to be what I think it is?”
Spencer grinned wickedly. “Yup. I was making gingerbread cookies with Gus one day and thought to myself, wow, these guys look kind of plain without any decorative frosting or gumdrop buttons. In fact, you can’t tell if they are guys or girls or aliens. Well, maybe those weird aliens in the old sci-fi movies that were conspicuously lacking in the crotch department.” He looked over at Guster, who nodded in agreement. “Anyway. . .” He took out a cookie and put it on Lassiter’s desk. “That gave me the idea for the gender specific gingerbread cookie.” He gazed at the sugary treat proudly. “I call this one Cindy.”
Lassiter eyed the cookie distastefully. “Get that thing off my desk.”
Spencer covered the cookie’s ears and mock glared at him. “Lassie, be nice. You’re going to hurt her feelings.” He pulled another cookie out of the box and handed it to Liz. “You can have Ralph.”
Liz examined the cookie curiously. “This is very detailed.”
“Thank you.” Spencer nudged his shoulder. “See, your girlfriend likes them.”
“Nobody’s perfect,” Lassiter muttered. Liz slapped his arm. “What? It’s true.”
Liz shook her head. “You still don’t know how to talk to women.” She picked up Lassiter’s ‘girl’ cookie (there was no way he was thinking of it as Cindy). “There, happy?”
“Yes,” Lassiter said gratefully. “Thank you.”
Liz rolled her eyes. “You’re welcome. So, are you going to be ready to leave soon?”
Lassiter gestured at the pile of files on his desk. “I still have to get through these first.”
“I’ll do them,” O’Hara volunteered. “You can just pay me back next time I have a date.”
“He can?” Spencer asked excitedly.
“Yes,” O’Hara said. “And you can help me finish the paperwork.”
Spencer pouted. “But Jules. . .”
“You helped on these cases, you can help with the paperwork,” O’Hara said, giving him a look.
“Fine.” Spencer grabbed the files from Lassiter’s desk and sat down next to O’Hara with a huff.
“What about me?’ Guster asked.
“You can go,” O’Hara said.
“How come he gets to go?” Spencer protested. “He helped too.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” O’Hara said simply.
Guster grinned. “Later, Shawn.”
“This will be good for you, Spencer,” Lassiter said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “Give you a taste of real police work.”
“Whatever,” Spencer muttered, grabbing the first file.
Lassiter wrapped his arm around his girlfriend. “Let’s get out of here.”
Liz leaned against him as they walked out to the car. “You weren’t very nice to Shawn.”
“He wasn’t very nice to me,” Lassiter countered.
“True. I just wish you guys got along better. Juliet and I want to try a double date.”
Lassiter grimaced. That sounded about the closest thing to hell on Earth. “I would rather have dental surgery by a blind man. Without anesthesia.”
Liz sighed as she climbed into the car. “Just think about it, all right?”
Lassiter watched her wrap her cookie in a napkin and put it in the glove box. “You didn't have to take it. You could have just tossed it out.”
“But I want to eat it,” Liz said. “Juliet says Shawn makes great cookies, no matter how oddly decorated or shaped they are.”
Lassiter frowned. “Then why not just eat it now?”
Liz gave him an impish grin. “I thought it might be too distracting. Better to eat it somewhere private.”
Lassiter could feel himself starting to blush. “Right, private,” he said gruffly.
“Don't worry; I saved yours too.” She grinned. “I wouldn’t want to separate Cindy and Ralph.”
Lassiter groaned and dropped his head against the steering wheel. “Why do I put up with this?”
“Because you love me,” Liz said cheekily.
Lassiter raised his head and looked at her seriously. “Yes, I do,” he said softly.
Liz blinked in surprise. “Oh.” She ducked her head, blushing furiously. After a moment, she leaned over and kissed him lightly. “I love you too,” she whispered against his lips.
Lassiter pulled her into another kiss, this one deeper than the last. It was a little awkward twisting with the steering wheel in the way but then Liz scooted closer and he was able to pull her against him. He let a hand trail through her hair as he traced her bottom lip with his tongue. She moaned, bracing one hand on the seat as the other held onto his waist to keep them close. Her mouth opened and his tongue dipped inside to twine against hers.
His pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight so he forced himself to pull back slightly. He didn’t want to take this any further considering they were still in the station parking lot. “We should go,” he said, ignoring how close Liz’s lips still were. “Spencer is probably watching us.”
Liz nodded and slide back into her seat. “He's probably taking pictures.”
Lassiter sighed, though he wasn't as upset as he normally would be at the thought of pictures of himself making out with his girlfriend floating around the station. Being in love will do that. He straightened his shirt and glanced over at Liz. “We'll continue this later.”
“Over dessert,” Liz said, nodding towards the glove box.
Lassiter rolled his eyes and Liz laughed. Shaking his head, he started the car and pulled out of the station, a smile fixed firmly on his face.
And they lived happily ever after. . .
Well, as much as a gun-toting detective and a sword wielding medieval history teacher can. At least the coffee was always perfect.
The gingerbread cookie thing came about when my brother showed me a tumblr post for “androgynous gingerbread cookies.” I had one of those WWSD(What Would Shawn Do?) moments and thus was born the idea for gender specific gingerbread cookies.
Thank you for everyone who left a review. I'll answer them over the next week as I struggle to overcome my writer's block. Hopefully I'll have a new chapter of my werewolf fic soon.