Some people don't know when to quit. It's the forehead, Carlton is sure of it. It slopes back to his hairline rapidly and obviously some brain space had to be sacrificed for this particular Neanderthal look. Still, being dragged through a police station whilst cuffed, having had your entire stock of cocaine confiscated at gun point is normally enough to kick in instinct to roll over and play dead.
Carter yells out another generic cop hating profanity, wriggling as if he thinks he might just slip out the cuffs, and Carlton is just counting down the seconds until he can pull out the tazor. This was not how he'd planned his evening to go, and at least if he's a little rougher with this guy than he's normally allowed to be, no one will notice or make a complaint. Between the resisting arrest, even on the way to the cells, and the selling drugs to schoolchildren, even O'Hara would like to get him on the floor and kick ten shades of crap out of him.
He shuts close his cell phone and crosses his legs, waggling his foot in a clear sign of irritation. No, he is not going to text him. Not because he can't, he clearly doesn't want to.
He debates the reasons why he's really not going to text Lassiter when he suddenly notices how everybody stares at the station's main hallway. There's his favorite Head Detective, clearly dragging Bigfoot to the holding cells.
Shawn bites the inside of his cheek. If he takes the shortcut between Dobson's and Matthew's desks he'll surely be on the stairs that lead to the cells at least 30 seconds before Lassiter does.
It's unbelievable! Carlton multi-tasks with an eyeroll and a not-so-subtle kick to the back of his knees as Carter shots the most offensive pick up line Carlton has ever heard at the confused looking girl on the booking desk. At least the big man buckles and stumbles a bit as Carlton hauls him around in the direction of the stairs. It's a small satisfaction, considering his hot date is probably sniffing around some pretty barfly as he...
... Huh. Think of the devil...
Now really isn't the time to stop and chat though. Maybe Shawn has been struck by temporary blindness, because he's now in the way more than ever.
"Spencer." He shoves Carter past Shawn. "Can't you see I'm a little busy right now?"
Then, lower, hoping the still ranting Carter isn't paying attention. "Didn't you get my text?"
"Your text?" Shawn asks not bothering to lower his voice at all. He completely ignores the big, angry bag of filthy anger he's dragging to a cell. Instead, he stays in the middle of their way.
"Yeah, got that you were busy and with better things to do, Lassiepants. But I never thought that you were planning to spend the night with an oversized beaver."
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Carter yells out another generic cop hating profanity, wriggling as if he thinks he might just slip out the cuffs, and Carlton is just counting down the seconds until he can pull out the tazor. This was not how he'd planned his evening to go, and at least if he's a little rougher with this guy than he's normally allowed to be, no one will notice or make a complaint. Between the resisting arrest, even on the way to the cells, and the selling drugs to schoolchildren, even O'Hara would like to get him on the floor and kick ten shades of crap out of him.
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No, scratch that.
Dude. D:
.... He can do better than that.
Dude, I think you lost the
..... Okay, this isn't working.
He shuts close his cell phone and crosses his legs, waggling his foot in a clear sign of irritation. No, he is not going to text him. Not because he can't, he clearly doesn't want to.
He debates the reasons why he's really not going to text Lassiter when he suddenly notices how everybody stares at the station's main hallway. There's his favorite Head Detective, clearly dragging Bigfoot to the holding cells.
Shawn bites the inside of his cheek. If he takes the shortcut between Dobson's and Matthew's desks he'll surely be on the stairs that lead to the cells at least 30 seconds before Lassiter does.
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... Huh. Think of the devil...
Now really isn't the time to stop and chat though. Maybe Shawn has been struck by temporary blindness, because he's now in the way more than ever.
"Spencer." He shoves Carter past Shawn. "Can't you see I'm a little busy right now?"
Then, lower, hoping the still ranting Carter isn't paying attention. "Didn't you get my text?"
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"Yeah, got that you were busy and with better things to do, Lassiepants. But I never thought that you were planning to spend the night with an oversized beaver."
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