Psych Multi-Chapter Fic: The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 4/9]
The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 4/9]
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, and the whole gang along with a few OCs
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter [Pre-Slash for now]
Summary: It was never about the first kiss, they were too awkward. But the second...The second was always the sweetest.
Rating: T for Teen
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Seasons 1 &2
Disclaimer: I do not own Shawn, Lassy-Face or Psych. They are all property of the USA Network. I am making no money from this.
Notes: This chapter goes a bit out of character, but have no fears, they'll be back to themselves in the next; I'm having a hard time figuring out how to make Lassy gay, or at least gay for Shawn. I hope this sets the seed for it though. And as usual This is unBeta'd.
Coming up in Part 5: A stand off, the kinkiness of Lassiter and pinapples
Previous Parts:
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Part IV
“Lassiter, O’Hara, I want you two on this homicide. There might be a bit of press on this one.”
The chief handed the file off to O’Hara, while Lassiter started to fix up his tie, making sure it was good and tight. After last night, there was nothing like a murder to put everything back to normal.
“If it’s going to cause a stir, I’ll just call a press conference right a way then. Make sure the public knows we’re on top of it. ”
“I don’t think you want to do that detective. Read the file first.” Vick warned before disappearing into her office.
“Young Male found in an alley next to a club near the pier, Magnum…”
Carlton was sure he’d suddenly gone deaf; he turned to his partner stunned. He could see O’Hara’s mouth moving, but his mind couldn’t get passed name.
“Mag-Magnum?”
“Yeah, Magnum 54, I heard some bad stories from the uniforms about that place. You know it?”
Lassiter grabbed the file from her, glancing quickly at the initial report, when his face went completely white. “Go wait in the car; I need to make a call.”
“Can’t you call from the …” From the look she was getting from her partner, Juliet just held her hands up, and left. Today was definitely not going to be a good day.
The phone rang and rang, each sound making him twitch. One hour with that hurricane of a psychic and now he career was over. He, no, they, were going to get dragged through the mud with this.
The phone clicked on to the answering machine.
‘Hi, this is Shawn…but if you’re looking for money, this is actually Mr. Phillips…I’m not here, leave a message.’
“Spencer!” Lassiter yelled through the receiver, “I know you’re there, pick up the god damn ph…”
“As much as I love you Lassie, this is just a little too early in the morning.”
“I don’t care. You need to meet me right. Now.”
“Can’t this wait till noon? It isn’t even time for breakfast yet.”
“It’s 9 o’clock!”
“Exactly. I pity the fools that get up this early.”
Lassiter started issuing violent scenarios about what would happen to the man if he didn’t get his ass over to Magnum asap; most of them ending with him either shooting or arresting Shawn.
“If I knew you were this kinky Lassie I would have thought a little harder about last night.”
“Spen…”
“Okay okay.”
The line went dead immediately, leaving Shawn a bit confused and staring at the handset. He’d heard Lassiter angry before, but that was just weird. Shrugging it off, he slipped on the freshest pair of jeans he could find and one of his many novelty t-shirts, noting to himself the he probably needed to do laundry at some point this year, before grabbing his helmet and jumping on his bike wondering if he had time to get a Pineapple Jamba-Juice.
***
“Hey, Jules, Lassie!”
Both detectives turned from the scene to see the psychic jogging toward them; Juliet looking rather shocked at his sudden, and very early appearance. “Shawn what are you doing here?”
Shawn glanced at Lassiter in question, but the man’s stone cold eyes were his only answer; he obviously hadn’t told Jules that he’d called, and definitely not about last night. “Oh, you know, I followed some really dark psychic vibrations. Led me here to this ahh…” Shawn took a quick look, around the two and at the scene behind them. “…murder.”
“Oh, well, did you see anything else?”
“No, I can’t say I did Jules. I might just need to get a bit closer to the body and feel.”
“I don’t think so Spencer; it’s not a nice sight.” The words slipped out or Lassiter’s mouth before he even realized it; why the hell was he trying to protect the man now. The shock must have registered in his face too, because both Shawn and Juliet looked at him oddly.
“I’m sure I can help with this one Lassie.”
Lassiter didn’t really have any more argument; he was the one who called him here in the first place and grudgingly stood aside to let Shawn duck under the tape, scared of how the man was going to react.
“Alright, I’m seeing dancing…oh very naked dancing… naughty boy. I’m also seeing…” Just as Shawn was zoning out to see everything he could, the coroner moved the sheet from the body, and he saw them. The gold shorts. He knew those shorts “Oh God!”
“Shawn what is it!” Juliet ran to his side, but Shawn’s eyes were frozen to Carlton’s; the common understanding hitting them both hard.
“Andrea”
“What?”
Shawn covered Juliet’s question quickly, eyes not leaving Lassiter’s “Don’t worry about it Jules. I lost it. I’m getting crossed messages, some co-ed named Andrea is just around the corner.”
“Too bad. Well, I’m going to go get the bouncer’s statement, and get the security tapes.”
Shawn waited while Juliet walked away into the club before he started freaking out.
“Lassie! It’s Andrea!”
“I can see that.” The man said looking rather miffed.
“But what…we, he…” Shawn went still and looked up to Lassiter; horrified. “Lassie I yelled at him! His last night on Earth and I yelled at him.”
Carlton was taken a back. He’d never thought of the Spencer as the empathetic type, but from the look in his eyes, he almost seemed disgusted with himself. Looking around at the uniforms all around them, Lassiter took Shawn by the arm and pulled him around the building throwing him against the wall.
“Yes, you yelled at him, and now he’s dead. You didn’t kill him and who ever did will be caught. But that’s not the point. Spencer, we’re going to be on those tapes! We’ll be suspects!”
“I’ll just tell the chief you were helping me out with a case…which you, kind of, were.” Shawn looked down toeing the ground not wanting to see what ever level of anger and hate was on the detectives face right now; he’d really fucked up this time.
Lassiter looked as if he’d been punched. “I’m in this because you needed a paycheck?!”
“You could have said no.”
“And let a menace like you go undercover without backup? That could be you!” Lassiter yelled pointing at the body.
“Worried about me Lassie-Face?” Shawn said weakly; anything to try and lighten the mood.
“Chief Vick would have my badge if I hadn’t, and your father would have had my head. I have no job now thanks to you. It’s over.”
Shawn hesitantly laid a hand on Lassiter’s arm, who in turn glared at the offending hand. Carlton wanted to rip away but didn’t have the chance. When Juliet rounded the corner with Gus, who he’d called before leaving his place, Shawn dropped the hand quickly taking a step away from Lassiter.
“Hey, I thought you guys ran off on me. I talked to the bouncer, he didn’t see anything.” Stopping her report, O’Hara looked oddly between the two, the look on their faces were something completely foreign to her. Gus wasn’t fooled, he knew after last night that Shawn knew something about all of this and knew there was going to be trouble.
“Is everything alright Shawn?” O’Hara asked worriedly.
“Fine Jules.”
“Detective Lassiter?”
“What about the club owner O’Hara?” He said impatiently.
“I was just about to go looking for him.”
A man suddenly appeared out of a side entrance, he had long hair, a bright smile and a skin tight red shirt with leather pants.
“No need to look detective, you’ve found him.”
The group all turned around, all a bit surprised at the abrupt entrance, but the man only had eyes for one of them.
“Shawn!” The man smiled predatorily. “I haven’t seen you here in a while.”
“Matt?!” Shawn practically squeaked out startling everyone to turn and stare at him.
Lassiter glared at Shawn, whose face had gone bright red and a creeping look of dread was slowly filling his eyes.
Gus looked like he was about to faint.
***
PART 5
***
Thanks For Reading!
Reviews are like Lassiter being handcuffed by Shawn