A/N: 'Ello! I hope you've been enjoying the story~ I'm very happy with the way it's going. Honestly I'm so excited to actually finish this one ^^ I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but this takes place around the episode Cirque du Soul, so if you're confused about the stuff with Marlowe it could possibly be that you haven't watched the episode yet. Sorry XP Anyways! As always, I hope you enjoy! (This was like the saddest Author's Note ever XD I literally had nothing to say. :P)
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Lassiter locked the front door behind him and trotted out to his car, ignoring Spencer's incessant chattering. He could already feel a headache beginning to creep into the base of his skull. God, has it really only been twenty three minutes?
"For the last time, Spencer, I don't care if the toast you had for breakfast yesterday had seeds on it," Lassiter said as he started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
"But Lassie!" the other man whined. "You asked me what I could remember about yesterday! And I can't remember if it had seeds on it or not!"
"Why is that important? They're just seeds!"
"It's not important," Shawn moped. "It's just that I can't remember."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," Shawn said, a little too quickly. "Anyway, after breakfast-"
"Can't you just skip to the important parts?" Lassiter sighed.
"How do you know this isn't important? Now, back to all the colors of the flowers-"
Lassiter groaned and rubbed his forehead while Shawn rambled. Making a quick decision, he gave the wheel a sharp turn, drumming his fingers against the edges.
"Uh, this isn't the way to the station, Lassie. Where are we going?"
"I need to get something to drink," Lassiter grumbled.
"Ooo, Lassie! I know what you need! A nice, cold, delicious smoothie!"
"Not a chance, Spencer." Lassiter snapped. "I'm going to go get coffee like I do every morning, whether you like it or not, because this is my body and I'm driving the car."
"But I can never start my day without a pineapple smoothie!" Shawn whined. "C'mon, just give it a try!"
"I said no!"
Shawn's grumbling gradually lapsed into silence. Lassiter relaxed a little bit in the peace and quiet as he pulled into the front of his favorite coffee shop. To his surprise, Spencer was dead silent the entire time it took to get out of the car, into the coffee shop and to the end of the line. Pleased, Lassiter's face relaxed into something that wasn't a scowl.
"Three creams, four sugars?" the kid at the register - Dillon - asked. Lassiter nodded and slid the money out of his wallet and across the counter while Dillon made his usual mug. Placing the cup down in front of Lassie, he scooped up the change with his free hand, nodding.
"Perfect. Thanks for coming," he said.
Lassiter nodded and reached for the mug - and then froze. His brow furrowing, Lassiter put a little more effort into it, but his hand remained trapped in midair. He growled and strained to move farther to no avail, although his hand grew red with effort. Dillon looked at the detective curiously.
"Is everything all right, sir?"
"Fine," Lassiter huffed, and then continued under his breath, "Spencer, you better stop this right now."
"Stop what?" Shawn echoed innocently.
"Spencer!" Lassiter growled, louder this time. Dillion stared at him.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpy-Pants."
Suddenly all the force that was keeping his hand back vanished and Lassiter's hand shot forward, knocking the cup over and spilling it's contents everywhere. Lassiter cursed loudly and Dillon jumped back from the counter, his brow ceased.
"Sorry about that, sir. I'll get you another one, sir," he rushed, flustered under Lassiter's fired glare. While he was making a second cup, Lassiter fumed at Shawn under his breath.
"You're acting like a two year old and making me look like a fool," he snarled.
"Sorry, Lassie. Y'know, since this cup is ruined, maybe we can g-"
"NO pineapple smoothies. I'm getting another cup," Lassiter insisted, throwing Shawn into another series of grumbles. "And I can hear you, you know!"
"Here you go, sir," Dillon said, handing Lassiter a fresh cup. "Three creams, four sugars."
"Thank you," Lassiter said, and stalked out of the coffee shop, new mug in hand. Unlocking his car and hopping into the front seat, Lassiter took a giant swig of coffee only to instantly cough it out a second later. Coffee splattered all over his suit and the dashboard of his car.
"That is disgusting!" Shawn yelped. "How do you drink coffee like that? Yuck!"
"Spencer!" Lassiter yelled, his face getting redder by the second. "Look what you did to my tie!"
"Relax, Lassie, it's not that big a deal. The tie was a crime against fashion anyway. Actually, I think the coffee stains improve it. Balances out the purple and the bright orange so it's all kinda a single, slightly-more-acceptable color."
"You're buying me a new one!" Lassiter huffed, sharply turning the car into the SPBD's parking lot.
Much to Lassiter's annoyance, Shawn continued to argue the entire way up the station's steps all the way to the front desk, where, Lassiter quickly realized, he couldn't argue back. He grit his teeth and set his jaw, trying very, very hard not to yell at the psychic in the middle of the station.
"Hey, Lassie-face! Isn't that your girlfriend standing next to my girlfriend?"
At the mention of his girlfriend, Lassiter's head snapped up and he forgot about being mad at Spencer, all his emotions being replaced by surprise. Spencer was right - Marlowe had her hand on Juliet's shoulder, and she seemed to be consoling her. Any pleasure Lassiter may have felt was overtaken by concern - first for his girlfriend (who was at a police station) and then for his partner (who seemed distressed.)
"I hope everything's okay," Shawn said, voicing Lassiter's thoughts. Squaring his shoulders, Lassiter quickly strode over to the pair.
"Marlowe," he said. "What's going on?"
Marlowe's eyes lit up at the sight of Carlton, and he relaxed a bit on the inside. She seems to be okay, Lassiter thought, looking her over. O'Hara, on the other hand . . .
"Jules seems really upset." Shawn's worry echoed through Lassiter's own mind (no pun intended).
"O'Hara? What's wrong?"
"Shawn's gone," she breathed.
Lassiter heard Shawn sigh. His eyebrows ticked a notch up at the sound, but instead of commenting he asked Juliet what she meant by "gone".
"I mean that I woke up this morning and he wasn't there. I called Gus and Henry and even the Psych office, but I couldn't find him anywhere."
"What about his cell phone?"
"We tried that," Marlowe piped up. "Nobody answered."
"And you didn't see or hear anything, Bunny?" Lassiter asked, his tone a tad sweeter than normal. He could almost hear Shawn rolling his eyes. "Oh, like you're any better," he muttered under his breath so only Spencer could hear.
"No. I'm sorry, but I didn't. I came down to the station to give my side of the story, but I really don't remember anything out of the ordinary." Marlowe pouted. "We watched T.V. for awhile, then Juliet and Shawn went to bed like they always do. I went to bed not very long after. Everything seemed fine."
"It's okay, Bunny," Lassiter cooed. "You did fine."
"Lassie, stop flirting with your girlfriend while I'm missing! It's very insensitive!" Shawn whined.
"O'Hara, you realize that we can't officially do anything until it's been forty-eight hours," Lassiter said, ignoring Shawn.
"I know," Juliet said, her face dropping. "But we don't really have a lot of other cases to work on, and I can't help worrying . . ."
Lassiter fingered his gun thoughtfully. On one hand, it was against protocol to take up a missing persons case before forty-eight hours when there wasn't any evidence to suggest something was really wrong. But on the other hand, Lassiter knew something was really wrong - he just couldn't prove it without sounding insane. Then again, normal work would be impossible with Spencer in his head all day. He'd lose his mind before noon . . .
"The case file," Shawn said suddenly.
"What?" Lassiter whispered?
"I was working a case. If you can get into the Psych office, I have proof that I didn't just fly the coop so you can start looking sooner."
Coming to a decision, Lassiter gave a slight nod. "O'Hara. We might not be able to officially start yet, but since we don't have anything else to work on we can check the Psych office. Just for a few minutes."
Juliet's eyes brightened slightly. "Thanks, partner," she said, practically jumping into action. Lassiter followed suite and was just about to follow her out the door when Marlowe called out to him, making him freeze on the spot.
"Hey, Carlton! Wait a second." Marlowe was smiling shyly when her turned around. His lips twitched. "Are we still on for tomorrow night?" she asked timidly.
"On? On for what?" he echoed.
"For our date," Marlowe said, her brow furrowing. "But of course now that Shawn's missing, I'm sure you have a lot to do and you'll be really busy-"
"No, not at all!" Lassiter said quickly. "I will be there."
"Lassie! You can't possibly plan to go out on a date while my poor body's out there somewhere-" Shawn whined, but his rant was interrupted by Marlowe's "Really?" accompanied by her full, beaming smile. She leaned in for a quick hug and Lassiter gladly obliged, ignoring Spencer's protests and holding onto her just a second longer than necessary. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, breathing in the scent of her hair and realizing how much he'd missed her.
"Lassie-face! EARTH TO LASSIE!"
Lassiter cleared his throat, suddenly remembering that he existed. He broke off the hug and smiled, albeit slightly awkwardly. "Right. So, see you tomorrow," he said.
"I'll be waiting," Marlowe grinned.
Again, I'm not psychic and I'll never know what you're thinking if you don't tell me, so please review! Says good things! Say bad things! I don't care, just tell me what you thought. X3 Till next time!