The Morning After Pill
Title: The Morning After Pill
Collection: Dress Blues and Gold Badges
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Lassiter/Juliet
Warnings: Implications of past tense nookie, Lassiter-flavored fluff, regulation infringement, intra-departmental fraternization, crossing the ship line into unfamiliar territory
Genres: Romance, Het
Chapters: 3
Completed: They're all standalone one-shots, so . . . sort of?
Word count: 537
Disclaimer: *eyebrow arch* Really? You have to ask. *shakes head*
Notes: For Styles, my commiseratory chat-buddy.
Summary: Some days Lassiter hates Shawn. And other days he REALLY hates Shawn.
"So!"
Carlton groaned and dropped his head into his hand.
"Not NOW, Spencer."
"Hey, I don't want-" He made a face. "-or need really-any details, but . . . did it go well?"
Carlton frowned. "Did what go well?"
"Dude! Your big night. La Casa de Romance de Lassiter!" He mimed dancing with a partner and did a few quick tango steps.
"Say it a little louder, Spencer, I don't think they heard you at the courthouse!" he hissed, looking around.
Shawn made a rude noise and waved him off. "Like no one knows? You either got lucky last night or you ODed on Red Bull, cause, dude, your shoes have wings on them."
Shawn perched on the edge of the desk. "Besides, I didn't say WHO your big night was with. Hi Jules!" he said and waved.
Carlton almost got whiplash spinning around.
She blushed, eyes briefly meeting his, but her voice was normal when she said, "Hello, Shawn. Morning, Carlton."
“Morning, O'Hara,” he said, looking quickly at his desk, lest he be tempted to stand up and kiss that secret smile off of her face.
Shawn coughed and Carlton looked up to see the psychic jerking his head toward O'Hara and waggling his eyebrows.
“Spencer,” he said quietly-dangerously, ”do you have business to conduct here this morning?”
“Nope. Why?”
“Then I suggest you find yourself somewhere else to be. Now.”
"Aw, come on, Lassie!"
O'Hara joined them then and in a quiet voice as she thumbed through a file said, “Shawn, I appreciate your assistance, but if you do not leave now, I will be severely tempted to shoot you.” Her gaze came up, though her head stayed bent. “And not in the foot or the arm or even the heart. You'll live to regret it. A lot.” She smiled sweetly. “Are we clear?”
He grinned, but his lips were twitching in that way that said he wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. His hands came up in the classic surrender pose and he backed away a step. “Crystal. Have fun you two and don't do anything I wouldn't do!”
“Shawn!” O'Hara snapped and Shawn turned and headed for the door at a run.
Carlton had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
O'Hara watched him go, with a scowl, then sat on the edge of the desk and smiled. “Forensics are in on the Hollis case.”
“And?” he said, taking the folder and skimming the first page.
“ME says we'll want to come see this for ourselves.”
Carlton arched an eyebrow but stood when she did and headed for the door.
Once they were outside and away from the busy front entrance he said, “Head's up!”
She turned and caught the keys he tossed her on reflex. “Really?” she said.
He shrugged. “I don't always have to drive.”
The tip of her tongue poked out, her teeth biting gently down on it. It was only something she did when she was thinking very bad things and it made him grin every time.
“I'll keep that in mind,” she said, and climbed into the car.
He blew out a breath. He really, really hoped she would.
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