Psych Multi-Chapter Fic: The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 6/9]
The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 6/9]
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: Un-beta'd
Previous Parts:
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V
Part 6
“He was my first boyfriend and my third, fourth...and maybe the seventh too.” Shawn tried smiling, tried to say it jokingly, but it all came out in a grimace. “It ended badly, each time. Guess he can’t let go.”
Sure it was enough to satisfy the detectives question, Shawn made to brush past Lassiter, but once again was thwarted but the man’s far reach and stood fidgeting under the detective’s suddenly burning gaze.
“Look Lassie, it doesn’t matter.”
“It does Spencer,” Lassiter said in disbelief at this new dour Shawn that he’d never met before. “He’s just become the number one suspect in a murder investigation, and assaulted you.”
Shawn couldn’t miss the fact that he was in Lassiter’s list of things that mattered, in a twisted cop-ish way, but it didn’t change anything.
“If he is the suspect, then you don’t need me anymore, do you?”
Shawn manage to push past the detective this time, and did what he was good at, he ran; literally. Lassiter followed slowly, confused as to what had really just happened, and by the time made it to the door, it was just to see Shawn pulling out of the parking lot with his Motorcycle. Leaving the detective frighteningly aware that what ever understanding he had of the man, it had just crumbled to dust, leaving him shaken. Somehow he knew Spencer wasn’t just leaving to go back to his office; he was leaving and never coming back.
He didn’t like Spencer, he was a menace, and yesterday, Lassiter wouldn’t have cared if the man just up-ed and left, but now; now he didn’t know what to think, except that he couldn’t let Spencer disappear now, he actually needed the psychic after he’d so wonderfully gotten them both wrapped up in this mess, and it looked like he might need Lassiter, if this Matt was anywhere close to the type of person he thought he was.
“Lassiter? What was that all about?”
O’Hara made him jump as she came up beside him. “What was the matter with Shawn, he ran right passed me and not ever a wo…”
“O’Hara, put a BOLO out for Shawn’s motorcycle.” Lassiter interrupted, “with a note that he is to be taken to the station and held for questioning.”
“Can we do that? He works with us.”
“Just do it O’Hara.”
As O’Hara walked away already on the radio, Lassiter felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. When he turned around taking a final look at the club, there, in the upstairs office window, was the smirking face of Matt Harris.
Sneering as the man gave an insolent little wave at him, Carlton stalked off toward the car where O’Hara was waiting.
***
“Detective Lassiter! Why is there a BOLO out on Shawn Spencer?! Henry’s called me three times already!”
Chief Vic had pounced on the pair of detectives the minute that were back in the station, looking frazzled and pissed off, that really only three calls from Spencer Sr. could have sparked. O’Hara shrugged at the chief and they both ended up staring at Lassiter for the explanation.
“I needed to stop Spencer from leaving.”
“And why is that detective?”
Lassiter pinched the bridge of his nose and with deep breath, he attempt a calm voice. “Because he was at Magnum the night of the murder.” The two women made a very similar gasp and the chief asked the obvious question.
“Did he murder the man?”
Lassiter shook his head with a definite ‘no’.
“Then why do you want to arrest him?”
“Material witness. Chief, I’m going to go talk to Mr. Spencer while O’Hara looks through those security tapes, chief.”
Vic and O’Hara glanced at each other, Lassiter acting stranger than usual made them both feel uneasy and so she let him go; not to mention it was better him facing the angry Henry than her. He caused it after all.
***
For a man who swore he wasn’t close to his son, Spencer Sr. Sure looked about ready to punch the haggard detective when he had answered the door.
“Lassiter, what the hell do you think your doing?”
“Keeping your son in Santa Barbara.”
“What are you talking about? I talked to him this morning on his way to your crime scene.”
“Remember that one day we went fishing, you told me about how he always runs when things get difficult.”
“Yeah, of course I remember.”
“Well he did it again, or he is going to do it if a patrol doesn’t pick him up.”
Henry stared hard at Lassiter, trying to control the anger that always seemed to flare up when ever he thought of Shawn’s stupid stunts. “What did he do this time?”
Lassiter laid it all out for him: the stunt at Magnum, the crime scene and finally Matt Harris. He did have enough sense to leave out the part where he’d assaulted Shawn. But all the important details were there.
“So you’re telling me, that my son dragged you into a gay-strip club, mixed you up in a murder and now you’re coming to me say you are actually doing me a favour by attempting to arrest the idiot.”
Lassiter cringed inwardly, he wouldn’t have put it in those words, but it was true and he said so.
“Just call me when you get him back Lassiter. It’s time he learned he can’t run forever.” Henry said with a hint of thankfulness in his voice before giving the detective a little smirk. “And what ever else happened, that you so kindly left out of your little report there, you better make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
***
When Shawn left the crime scene, he wasn’t really sure where he was going to go, but it was going to be far, far away, from Santa Barbara. He figured that he’d just retrace his steps and go the same route he went trying to get away from Matt the last time.
So on he went, not even bothering to get any of his things, knowing Gus would try and stop him; he’d just pick it all up on the way to where ever. He wasn’t sure he was actually going to do it until he got his bike onto the 101 and started going North. Shawn swore he wasn’t leaving the highway until nightfall or until he got to King City. It had been almost 8 years since he’d been there. It was basically a hole in the ground, and perfect for the way he was feeling right now. He wondered if he could get his grocery bagging job back that he had had. It would be a start.
It wasn’t to be however.
Shawn had just barely gotten to Goleta when the all too familiar blue and red flashing light were blinking at him in his mirror. As much as he wanted to, he was not stupid enough to run from the cops, all he could do was hope that this was just for a bit of speeding. At least he could handle a ticket.
“Mr. Spencer, please step off the bike and put your hands on your head.”
Nope, definitely not just a ticket.
***
Lassiter had been sitting at his desk, rolling over the past 12 hours in his head. Debating whether to tell the chief he had been there that night with Spencer or wait till O’Hara saw it on the tapes; Either way, it was going to be bad and he’d probably suspended, or close to it, until the end of the investigation. He’d been staring at the general hustle of the station when suddenly everything went still and silent. For a second, he had no idea what was going on, a pin could have dropped and sound like a cannon, but then he finally saw; Shawn Spencer, the resident psychic of the SBPD was being led, silently, into interrogation by a patrol man.
That was his cue. After Shawn was in there, Lassiter finally got up. Ignoring the bad looks from the people around the place and O’Hara’s puzzled eyes he walked straight into the interrogation room.
Shawn hadn’t taken the chair; instead choosing the floor in the far corner of interrogation. It wasn’t out of some rebellious need or anything, but he just wanted to make sure he had everything in his line of sight. That and he didn’t want the probing gazes through the one-way glass.
He was watching the door when it finally opened again; he’d been hoping it would be Juliet so he didn’t need to deal with Lassie’s accusing glare. He wasn’t that lucky and Juliet wasn’t even with him.
Lassiter’s first impression upon walking into the room had been that Shawn had managed a disappearing act until he heard the voice from the corner.
“Really Lassiter? A BOLO?”
“Come on Spencer, you were on your way out of here.”
“Last I heard this is a free country. This isn’t going to stop me, you can only keep me hear for 24 hours and then what? Come this time tomorrow, I’ll be on the same highway out of here.”
“You’re in the middle of a murder investigation Spencer.”
“We both know I didn’t do it. And no body knows you were there with me, and when they do, we’ll alibi each other.”
Lassiter walked over to the sitting man, looming over him.
“And Harris?” Lassiter asked rather viciously which he quickly regretted from the way it made Shawn jump.
Shawn didn’t like this at all. Matt was probably tracking him down all over town. No doubt he already knew where the Psych office was, and his apartment was - Henry’s and Gus’ too. No doubt had people watching them all too. Matt knew he rarely missed a thing and knew his time was limited; unless there was no Shawn to provide evidence. Here he’d be okay, so maybe he’d use this to his advantage, 24 hours in a holding cell would be just fine and maybe make the man think he’d made it out of Santa Barbara already.
“Why do you suddenly care?” Shawn growled at him. “Oh no, I forgot, you don’t. You just want to make sure you don’t lose your precious badge.”
“No, I want to catch a murderer.”
“Come on Lassiter, we both know that Matt isn’t just a suspect, he obviously did it, you have no proof and you’re not going to get any, because I’m not helping. The minute I’m out of this room, you’ll never see me again. You’re in this for you, so I’m going to take care of me. I’ll send you a post card.”
“We were solving murders here a long time before you got here.” Lassiter strode toward the door but turned back for a second. “And we don’t run away every time we get scared.”
“You’d be scared too.” Shawn said to the empty room.
***
“I was at the club last night with Spencer.” Lassiter said walking straight into the Chief’s office.
“What?!” The Vic started to yell out but stopped “…together?”
“Yes…no…” Carlton grumbled at himself before trying to explaining. “Spencer called me last night, said he was getting a vision and told me to meet him. Something about drugs, he was going to go in alone, I couldn’t let him, and so we went in together. Spencer went off some where, the victim tried giving me a lap dance and Spencer yelled at him. We left right after that and I drove him home.”
“Carlton,” the chief said slowly “You’re telling me this now?”
“I wanted Spencer to be here so we can get it out of the way quickly. Neither of us did it chief.”
“I have no doubt of that, but you didn’t call your partner? Not even a call to the station?”
“I was off duty, I thought I would…” Lassiter stopped. What would it look like if he said he wanted to make sure the man didn’t do anything to get himself hurt? He could lie, he should lie. He’d done it enough already, one more wasn’t going to hurt and it wasn’t completely a lie. “I didn’t want him disturbing the case I was already working on regarding the club. It is a front for something chief, and the owner is definitely the murderer. We just have no evidence yet.”
O’Hara chose that moment to walk in with her revelation about the security video, but the chief stopped her before anything more could be said.
“Yes, O’Hara, Lassiter was there with Mr. Spencer.” The chief said before eyeing Lassiter warily. “I don’t want this to be a habit Carlton. Just keep the rest above board and close this. And let Mr. Spencer go.”
“Chief I don…”
“Let him go. I can’t have you arresting witnesses, let alone casual employees.”
Lassiter knew an order when he heard, and though his shoulders sagged, he just said ‘yes’ and headed back into the interrogation room, ignoring O’Hara’s following questions.
***
“Come on Spencer, chief said I have to let you go.”
“About time,” Shawn got up dusting his pants off. “Knew the chief wouldn’t let me down. Good try though Lassie.” Lassiter followed right behind him giving Shawn the feeling that the man was just waiting for him to say it’s a joke and give him the answer to the crime so the pseudo-psychic could help but rub in the fact he was leaving. “Now I’m craving some serious Jamba Juice. I’ll hit that right on my way to the highw…”
Shawn stopped abruptly as they turned into the hall. There, standing casually by the desk sergeant, was Matt. Shawn watched with a sinking terror as the man’s eye fell onto him and a large toothy grin spread across his face.
“Oh Shawn, I’m so glad they are letting you go. We need to get caught up.”
He’d thought he had been trapped just being in the interrogation room, but now he wanted nothing more that to be back there. So Shawn did the first thing he could think of: He grabbed Lassiter’s tie and yanked him closer, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. The detective eyes went wide but he didn’t push the man away, or move at all for that matter and only one thing crossed his mind: No man should have lips like that.
Shawn broke the kiss still holding onto Lassiter’s tie turning around to the silent members of the SBPD “Everyone, I just assaulted Detective Lassiter, you’re all witness to that.”
When he didn’t feel Lassiter move, Shawn turned back to him. “Detective, arrest me.” He then turned to look at Matt whose face was red with barely controlled anger. “It looks like our little slumber party will have to wait Matt.”
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PART 7
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