A word to the wise ain't necessary
Title: - it's the stupid ones that need the advice.
Author: mtnhi32 & thedeathchamber
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (preslash), references to Shawn/Juliet
Rating: G for this part
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. [Psychfic.net]
Summary: If he's really a robot, then why does he feel so human
For the next few hours Lassiter sat at his desk doggedly completing paperwork. For at least the fifth time in the last hour he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose after catching himself staring blankly at the file in front of him. Standing and pushing his chair irritably out of his way he made his way to the coffee pot once more. Filling his cup he glared around him. The chief had her door closed, McNabb had yet to come back and the morning shift had come in less than 2 hours before. Glancing at his partner’s desk he wondered if she was out sharing pancakes with Spencer. The images that thought produced made him nauseous and he sat down his mug in exasperation.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy that O’Hara had found some one...but did it have to be Spencer? Telling himself it was simply a desire to not see his partner destroyed by that buffoon and his shenanigans and possibly ruining a brilliant future in law enforcement to boot, he grabbed his now steaming mug and went back to his desk.
“Then why” his brain persisted “is it Spencer that keeps occupying your thoughts and not O’Hara?” Steadfastly ignoring himself he picked up the next file in the pile on his desk. The pile he now noticed hadn’t gone down much at all.
If there was anything that Lassiter hated it was having his concentration disturbed, especially when his work suffered but as the morning progressed he found himself unable to get any work done at all. He wasn’t tired. Well, he was but that wasn’t the problem, he was used to working long hours and it wasn’t the first time he had pulled an all nighter. The Chief had tried to send him home after they’d sent Yang packing back to the nut-house and he’d overseen Guster’s and Spencer’s statements, but he’d refused point blank. He had a reputation to uphold- he liked to think he gave a good example to others in the force- and work that wouldn’t just do itself. No, he was right where he needed to be, except he wasn’t getting any work done at all.
Carlton sighed heavily then looked around suspiciously but no one appeared to have noticed his moment of weakness or his never dwindling pile. He briefly considered getting up for another cup of coffee, but thought it’d probably raise a few eyebrows. Three cups in an hour wasn’t exactly normal, even by his flexible standards-not that he actually remembered drinking that last cup.
He just couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea of Spencer and O’Hara dating. So they’d been dancing around each other for years. So what? Spencer flirted with everyone that appeared remotely human. Why, some would say- not Carlton, but he knew there were those who might- that Spencer even flirted with him. There was certainly more than a little inappropriate touching involved between them. Not that Lassiter dwelt on how much Spencer touched him or anything but it was hard to dismiss the fact.
Carlton frowned, because he didn’t do such ridiculous expressions as pouting. And what was O’Hara thinking, hooking up with Spencer? He was a troublesome, good for nothing, wacky, busybody lunatic. A brilliant one. Surprisingly considerate and oddly charming. Ok, so maybe he wasn’t that bad, but still.
“I thought he astounded you” -the thought popped into his brain before he could stop it. “Oh, shut up” he mumbled to himself then checked himself mortified he had actually been having this conversation with himself. Looking down the hall he saw a dark haired figure and his heart slammed into his chest. It took less than a second for him to realize it was just McNabb coming back on duty. “I must really be tired” he thought to himself "to get those two confused. Shawn is much shorter and much better looking.” When he realized his mind was once again in dangerous territory he banged his head on the desk in frustration. What on earth was the matter with him today? Maybe a few hours sleep wasn’t such a bad idea. Before he could go to the chief’s office to tell her he was going home after all a commotion sounded at the door. Lassiter froze as the subject of his completely insane thoughts came into sight followed by his dark skinned companion. Spencer waved and began moving in his direction and Lassiter groaned at the thought of having to deal with Spencer now of all times.