Gus's Girl
Author: ps_noir
Title: Gus’s Girl
Challenge: Songspiration
Word Count:888
Rating: PG
Pairing: pre Shawn/Lassiter
Warnings: Rick Springfield and genderswap
Lassiter would not consider Gus a friend, not even an acquaintance, he doesn’t know what he is. But he’s considering moving him to his “Enemies” list when he sees him step foot onto the crime scene they just got a call about earlier this morning. Usually, he is willing to pardon Guster for being anywhere near him because Shawn is the one yanking his leash, leading him into whatever situation they’re not supposed to be in. The look on Guster’s face is a dead give away that he doesn’t want to be here but he doesn’t have Spencer around to default the blame to. In fact, all he has with him is that girl-young lady, woman, whatever, he’s not concerned what she is but rather where she is. Which is at his crime scene.
“Guster, what do you think you’re doing?”
Gus’s back straightens as he tucks his hands into his pockets, “Lassiter, we were just-“
“Looking for Shawn,” the girl-young lady-woman pipes up.
“Still?” Lassiter asks, skeptical. He had seen them at the station earlier looking for Shawn and now they were here. Something was, as they say in the business, “up”.
“Yes, I know my cousin: always somewhere he’s not supposed to be so I checked with Gussy here,” she places a hand on his bicep and he gives her a glare, “And he said that he would definitely be at the apartment they just got a call about. And I can see why.”
Her eyes dart over to the body bag and Lassiter’s follow.
“Yes, this is a crime scene and no, civilians aren’t allowed anywhere near it so, Mrs….” He pauses realizing he only learned her first name (which he refuses to call her, he only calls one person ‘Spencer’) at the station and not her last.
“Kilmer.” She says without hesitation and Gus roles his eyes.
“Kilmer.” Lassiter repeats.
“No relation to Val. Probably, but here’s always hope,” her eyes go somewhere distant, as if dreaming about it.
“Right, Mrs. Kilmer-“
“Call me Spencer. Please,” her eyes are back on his and Lassiter’s gut does a quick kick like there’s a clue he’s missing.
“Mrs. Kilmer, if you and Guster could escort yourself off the premises so I don’t have to do it for you.”
“Oh, of course we’ll be right on our way except,” she pauses and turns around, her flip flops disturbing the quiet bustle of the scene, “Back at the office the Chief said something about bodies but I only see one.” She cocks her head in the typical clueless California girl way, her light brown hair dangling over one of her shoulders.
Lassiter was trying to be nice. Just because she talked to Spencer didn’t necessarily make her a bad person. A little crazy, sure, but her outfit was enough to give that away: cut off jean shorts, a white t-shirt and a plaid button top, tied around the waist so her midriff is partially exposed (though earlier she did say she was from Tennessee so that could add to the insanity). But now she’s acting a lot like Spencer and that’s really, really hard to pardon.
“Out,” he growls.
“Okay, we’re going,” Gus grabs her bicep and pulls her along, once again making her too-large for her flip flops smack against the tile and break the quiet.
“But Gussy! I was just asking the nice Detective an innocent question!”
Her whine hurts his ears and he’s wondering if the cousin thing is a cover because Gus doesn’t want to admit he’s dating her. Maybe they’re not trying to find Spencer but avoid him; Lassiter’s heard from O’Hara (against his will) about the Spencer Screening Gus’s girlfriends must go through and pass. Or it could be the opposite and she’s not Spencer’s cousin at all but rather his girlfriend. Lassiter let’s the thought ruminate in his head: Spencer actually dating someone. He’s about the think about more than just the mind-boggling statement when there’s yelling down the hallway of the cramped apartment.
He marches over to the room, the crowd of officers parting not daring to get in his way while that pissed off look is on his face. He comes to the bedroom to discover Guster gagging on the other side of the bed and Spencer Kilmer standing over a recently deceased body, if the blood oozing from his eyes is any indication.
“Um, how many bodies were there supposed to be, Detective?” Spencer asks, standing over the body, unaffected except to move her flip-flop out of the pool of blood that’s beginning to form.
He stares the body then at her in her short-shorts and thinks, neither of them could be dating her. After all, where could you find a woman like that?
“Leave.”
“But-“
“Now!”
Guster is out of the room before she is and as she walks past him her green eyes cut into him, “In case you’re wondering, I didn’t make him bleed out of the eyes. He came out of the closet like that.”
He looks back at her, disbelieving, angry and with a funny feeling still in his stomach.
“Have a nice day, Detective!” She ends on a bubbly note. He turns to watch her prance away and turn the heads of every police officer and forensic guy as she goes.
Title: Gus’s Girl
Challenge: Songspiration
Word Count:888
Rating: PG
Pairing: pre Shawn/Lassiter
Warnings: Rick Springfield and genderswap
Lassiter would not consider Gus a friend, not even an acquaintance, he doesn’t know what he is. But he’s considering moving him to his “Enemies” list when he sees him step foot onto the crime scene they just got a call about earlier this morning. Usually, he is willing to pardon Guster for being anywhere near him because Shawn is the one yanking his leash, leading him into whatever situation they’re not supposed to be in. The look on Guster’s face is a dead give away that he doesn’t want to be here but he doesn’t have Spencer around to default the blame to. In fact, all he has with him is that girl-young lady, woman, whatever, he’s not concerned what she is but rather where she is. Which is at his crime scene.
“Guster, what do you think you’re doing?”
Gus’s back straightens as he tucks his hands into his pockets, “Lassiter, we were just-“
“Looking for Shawn,” the girl-young lady-woman pipes up.
“Still?” Lassiter asks, skeptical. He had seen them at the station earlier looking for Shawn and now they were here. Something was, as they say in the business, “up”.
“Yes, I know my cousin: always somewhere he’s not supposed to be so I checked with Gussy here,” she places a hand on his bicep and he gives her a glare, “And he said that he would definitely be at the apartment they just got a call about. And I can see why.”
Her eyes dart over to the body bag and Lassiter’s follow.
“Yes, this is a crime scene and no, civilians aren’t allowed anywhere near it so, Mrs….” He pauses realizing he only learned her first name (which he refuses to call her, he only calls one person ‘Spencer’) at the station and not her last.
“Kilmer.” She says without hesitation and Gus roles his eyes.
“Kilmer.” Lassiter repeats.
“No relation to Val. Probably, but here’s always hope,” her eyes go somewhere distant, as if dreaming about it.
“Right, Mrs. Kilmer-“
“Call me Spencer. Please,” her eyes are back on his and Lassiter’s gut does a quick kick like there’s a clue he’s missing.
“Mrs. Kilmer, if you and Guster could escort yourself off the premises so I don’t have to do it for you.”
“Oh, of course we’ll be right on our way except,” she pauses and turns around, her flip flops disturbing the quiet bustle of the scene, “Back at the office the Chief said something about bodies but I only see one.” She cocks her head in the typical clueless California girl way, her light brown hair dangling over one of her shoulders.
Lassiter was trying to be nice. Just because she talked to Spencer didn’t necessarily make her a bad person. A little crazy, sure, but her outfit was enough to give that away: cut off jean shorts, a white t-shirt and a plaid button top, tied around the waist so her midriff is partially exposed (though earlier she did say she was from Tennessee so that could add to the insanity). But now she’s acting a lot like Spencer and that’s really, really hard to pardon.
“Out,” he growls.
“Okay, we’re going,” Gus grabs her bicep and pulls her along, once again making her too-large for her flip flops smack against the tile and break the quiet.
“But Gussy! I was just asking the nice Detective an innocent question!”
Her whine hurts his ears and he’s wondering if the cousin thing is a cover because Gus doesn’t want to admit he’s dating her. Maybe they’re not trying to find Spencer but avoid him; Lassiter’s heard from O’Hara (against his will) about the Spencer Screening Gus’s girlfriends must go through and pass. Or it could be the opposite and she’s not Spencer’s cousin at all but rather his girlfriend. Lassiter let’s the thought ruminate in his head: Spencer actually dating someone. He’s about the think about more than just the mind-boggling statement when there’s yelling down the hallway of the cramped apartment.
He marches over to the room, the crowd of officers parting not daring to get in his way while that pissed off look is on his face. He comes to the bedroom to discover Guster gagging on the other side of the bed and Spencer Kilmer standing over a recently deceased body, if the blood oozing from his eyes is any indication.
“Um, how many bodies were there supposed to be, Detective?” Spencer asks, standing over the body, unaffected except to move her flip-flop out of the pool of blood that’s beginning to form.
He stares the body then at her in her short-shorts and thinks, neither of them could be dating her. After all, where could you find a woman like that?
“Leave.”
“But-“
“Now!”
Guster is out of the room before she is and as she walks past him her green eyes cut into him, “In case you’re wondering, I didn’t make him bleed out of the eyes. He came out of the closet like that.”
He looks back at her, disbelieving, angry and with a funny feeling still in his stomach.
“Have a nice day, Detective!” She ends on a bubbly note. He turns to watch her prance away and turn the heads of every police officer and forensic guy as she goes.