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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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Another One

Pairing: Carlton Lassiter/ Female reader

Characters: Reader, Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet O’Hara, Burton “Gus” Guster, Henry Spencer, brief mentions of Buzz (more so his car)

Warnings: Mentions of reader being thrown overboard (once), Shawn being a whining little shit XD, Henry says he likes the reader more

Word Count: 1,803

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"Hey, you know, I think I'm one too," you say, wrapping the towel around yourself, shielding you from the cold. You curl further into yourself while looking up at Shawn, the idiot psychic, as you’ve just recently started to call him (within the last two minutes).

If someone had asked you how you felt about Shawn a day ago, you probably would have said he’s a… good friend or someone good to know if you’re ever in a sticky situation, something along those lines.

But not today, not now because right now, all you call feel is the water droplets falling from face and hair, landing on the towel as you think about the friendship you two share.

“We need to follow him,” Shawn whispers in your ear.

“What? Why?”

“Something’s not right. I have a feeling he’s going to strike again.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“Oh, but dear sweet fruity pebble lover, I am not wrong. In fact, I am more than right.”

“That makes no sense,” you say with a confused expression.

“You make no sense.”

“What?”

“Okay, let’s try this-”

“I’m listening.”

“Don’t interrupt me. Let’s follow from a distance and not talk to the suspect.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“This isn’t fun. Technically this is supposed to be yours and Gus’s job but, he’s busy doing his real job-”

“This is a real job.”

“He has another job to pay bills and provide for himself. You’re basically his sugar baby.”

“That doesn’t sound right.”

You nod sympathetically, patting his shoulder, “it’s true. No one else wants to admit it, so I will.”

“This is why I like you. You’re honest.”

You press your lips together, making them look thinner, “is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“We gonna follow him now.”

“Yeah. Afterwards, you wanna get some tacos?”

“Or jerk chicken?”

Shawn clicks his tongue, smiling, “I knew I liked you.”

"One what exactly?" Shawn asks, standing beside you, watching as Jules and Lassiter put the guy who tried to drown you, into Buzz's cruiser.

"A psychic."

"Really?" Shawn turns his focus onto you after briefly listening to your skeptical statement.

"Yeah, wanna know why?" You push yourself out of the ambulance, slowly removing the blanket.

"Boy do I," he jokes, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"I see a grave in your future." You toss the blanket into your, now unoccupied seat.

"What?" He stops bouncing.

"Because I'm gonna kill you," you add, sounding completely serious which scares him.

Shawn's eyes widen when he sees your hand about to grab his shirt, he starts screaming and runs away.

"Get back here Shawn," you chase after him, a few feet behind him, as he zig zag’s through the cop cars surrounding the area.

"No," he yells, looking over his shoulder to see you right behind him. He turns back around to make sure he doesn’t run into anyone.

A familiar blue car belonging to a certain pharmaceutical rep pulls up and steps out of the car.

"Gus. Gus. Buddy, you gotta help me."

Gus furrows his brow before he sees you chasing his best friend. He pops his lip and shakes his head. He already knew how upset you’d be with Shawn when he called Gus earlier that day. "No, Shawn, you brought this on yourself. I had nothing to do with this."

"Please, buddy. Mr. Silly pants, help me." He says, his voice sounding wheezy with the last few words as he hunches over, placing his hands on his knees.

"You can ask people for help, but they won't help you," you shout, crouching behind the car in front of the two.

"You don't know that." Shawn starts running again.

"Yes, I do because I'm one of those people."

"Yeah, well doesn't mean I can't-" He starts screaming when you launch yourself onto his back.

"Would you shut up already? It's like listening to a-" Carlton complains, stopping when you bump into him. He turns around to find you on Shawn’s back.

"Sorry, Carlton but I need to kill Shawn," you grunt when he starts spinning.

He steps in front of the two of you, "as much as I would to see that. We need to go back to the station so we can get your statement."

"Yeah, sure. After-"

Carlton interrupts, "no, you're going with O'Hara. O'Hara!"

Jules walks away from Buzz's cruiser, "yes, Carlton?"

"Take her to the station and don't forget to get her statement."

"Okay," she turns away from him, looking at you, "are you ready? What’s going on here? You know what, actually, don’t answer that."

You groan and hop off his back, looking Shawn in the eyes, “you better watch yourself.”

When you and Jules are a few feet away Shawn decides now is the best time to open his mouth and says, “no! You watch yourself, fruity pebbles.”

You turn around, prepared to run back towards him.

“Don’t even think about it,” Carlton stops in front of you, crossing his arms.

You look over his shoulder. “Carl, let me get one good hit,” you glance back at your boyfriend.

He gives you a pointed look.

You pout, “fine. I won’t go after Shawn.”

“That’s good to hear,” he takes a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You snuggle into him before placing your hands on his chest, “I’m gonna get your suit and badge wet.”

He pulls you closer and rests his head on top of yours before briefly pulling away to peck you on your forehead.

“If your badge is rusty or your babies aren’t working properly, don’t blame me.”

“I could never blame you, if anything, I’ll blame Spencer.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Uh, if I may interject, that does not work well for me. In fact, I find it a little rude,” Shawn interrupts the touching moment between the two of you.

“Even thought it was your fault,” Gus adds.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I wasn’t here, and I can tell that it was.”

“Gus, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Why would I be on the losing side?”

“So, you only side with me when I’m right?” Gus looked away, ignoring the question as he walks away.

“Gus… Buddy… Gus! Come on.”

“As much as I find it cute that the two of you are together, I need to bring you down to the station and get your statement and talk to the chief about having an officer outside of your house,” Juliet says.

Carlton sighs and pulls away from you, holding your hand, “be safe, alright?” He looks away from you to give Juliet a serious look, “keep her safe, don’t let her out of your sight.”

“Of course, Carlton.”

“I have a question,” Gus says, smacking Shawn’s hands away from him.

The latter whines, holding his hand before glaring at his friend.

“What’s that, Gus?” The female detective of the group asks.

“Why is Shawn’s dad, here?” Gus points to where Henry’s coming from.

The psychic detective smiles, “he’s clearly here for-”

“You’re an idiot.”

“What-”

“First, you follow the suspect with no backup. Then, when Gus says he’s busy, you go and find the next best person you can use as your chauffer and almost get her killed.”

“He was very mean, Henry. He practically forced me to help him,” you add, hiding your smile when Henry looks over at you.

“Yes, I know. He was antsy and impatient to wait for the police to do their job and took matters into his own hand while forcing you to join him along for the ride but,” he raises his finger at you. “Don’t pretend like you’re all innocent over there, missy.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You’re using your “I’m blaming Shawn, so I don’t get in trouble” voice. You’ve been doing it since all three of you,” he points to you, Shawn, and Gus. “Were kids and clearly, that’s not gonna change. Juliet, you don’t need to take her home. She can spend the night at my house and Gus can take Shawn to his place.”

“Why does she get to go home with my daddio?”

“Daddio?” Jules, Henry, and Gus repeats.

“Why do I feel like you don’t want me at home?” The psychic detective asks. “Because, I’d have less to worry about with her and,” he leans closer to his son, whispering, “I like her more. Come on, sweetheart.”

As you pass Shawn, you give him a “I told you so” smirk.

“Well, that was rude,” Shawn mumbles. - “I knew I liked you for a reason, Henry,” you tell him.

He chuckles, “yeah, yeah. I have a blanket in the truck for you.”

You sigh out in relief, “thank you. This is already becoming a much better evening.”

“Hang on,” Juliet calls out.

“I know, I have to go down to the station to give my statement but, can I give it to you after I take a shower and change out of my wet clothes. I think we all would prefer if I wasn’t sick. Think about how Carlton would feel if I was at home… sick… with no one to nurse me back to health.”

The detective purses her lips, “I think we both know he would drop all of his cases so; he could take care of you.”

“True but, if he gets sick and has to miss even more work…”

“Alright, fine. You know, you didn’t have to say anything. I came over to tell you to change and get out of your wet clothes before coming down to the station.”

“Oh. Well then, we’re in agreement.”

“You’ve been with Shawn for way too long.”

“I have. He’s starting to rub off on me,” you shiver in fake disgust.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks Jules, for everything tonight.”

“Just doing my job.”

“You do it well.” - You turn around and make your way to Henry’s truck, both of you jump when you see there’s someone inside. “Shawn, get out or scoot over,” you order.

“No.”

“Shawn,” Henry adds.

The psychic groans, “fine.”

You hop in, “give me the blanket.”

“No.”

“Give it to me.”

“No. I’m feeling a little chill.”

“I was the one who was thrown into the ocean. Give me the blanket.”

The two of you start tugging on the blanket.

“You two, cut it out.”

“Sorry,” you both apologize.

“I need it,” you whisper, yanking on the item.

“No.”

You punch him in the arm and take it when he rubs his arm. “Suck it.”

“You suck it,” Shawn says, in his normal childish way.

“You suck it.” You put your phone next to your face so, you and Gus can sing, “suck it.”

“How dare you use my best friend against me.”

You shrug, “it was easy.”

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aut189 · 5 months

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#Shassie #shawn spencer #carlton lassiter #psych #psych fanfiction #my writing #james roday rodriguez #timothy omundson #maggie lawson #burton gus guster #juliet o'hara #shawn x lassiter

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wearethefandomsthatwaited · 2 years

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Vagos pt. 2 - In the Chief's Office

Part 1 Lassiter? More like Assiter!

“Chief,” the blonde woman replies, tone respectful, as her face opens into a friendly smile. Jewel , his mind growls, extends her hand towards the other woman, grip firm, as they share the handshake. Lassiter is still hung up on Vick’s words, assessing the young woman in front of him. And she was young, younger than him anyway… maybe mid-twenties, but it was almost hard to tell with the bruising on her tanned face, spanning from her black eye out across her sharp cheekbone.

What, exactly, had she been getting into?

“Wait,” Lassiter cuts in, incredulous, “ Detective ?”

Vick raises an amused eyebrow, glancing between him and the short-haired detective. “And ATF agent,” the Chief adds helpfully, gaze locking with his own. He wants to splutter, but restrains himself, lips thinning with the effort. Detective, and apparently Agent , Stewart looks at him, a smirk pulling at her split lip, hazel-brown eyes twinkling in the fluorescents of the bullpen. He glares at her, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“Stewart, this way.” Vick leads the newcomer towards her office, but Stewart doesn’t leave without sending a respectful, if smug, nod over her shoulder, pocketing her sunglasses as she follows, Docs thudding softly on the tile. He watches her leave, noting the confidence in her steps, as the two women disappear into the Chief’s office, the door closing firmly behind them. He releases a sharp burst of air through his nose, ears warming as he turns to the others, who are all staring at him with amusement.

“What,” he barks, gaze baring into each of theirs in turn. Juliet looks positively awestruck, glancing back at the door where the new detective had just disappeared. When her eyes catch his, she scowls, punching him lightly in the shoulder for his earlier behavior. He’s just started growling out his partner's name, when he’s promptly cut off.

“Jewel is so cool ,” Spencer breathes, before he and Gus point at each other, a stupid look on their faces at the obvious rhyme. Lassiter rolls his eyes at them, having even less patience than usual for their idiotic behavior. “You totally had your ass handed to you Lassie,” before Lassiter can think to push Spencer against the nearest wall, or out of his precinct altogether, the fraud gets a mischievous twinkle in his eye, sending warning bells ringing in his mind. “Or should I say, Assiter?” O’Hara chokes back a chuckle as she thwarts his attempt to strangle the nuisance, which only has Spencer outright laughing as he retreats from his grasp.

Lassiter straightens, standing to his full height as he adjusts his holster, smoothing his shirt forcefully, without looking at any of them. The traitors, all enthralled by a shiny new toy . “I don’t see what her issue is,” he grunts, finally catching their eyes with a dark smirk, “ somebody must be sensitive.”

Without waiting to hear a reply, Lassiter turns, stalking towards his desk, only glancing through the Chief’s windows once as he passes, seeing the detective speaking animatedly as she stands in front of Vick’s desk. He tears his gaze away, falling into his own desk chair roughly, before scooting it in, and reopening the file he’d been working on when he’d entered work this morning. He feels, and promptly ignores , O’Hara’s glare as she walks to her own desk, heels clicking softly on the tile, the detective duo close on her tail. He can faintly hear the three talking softly, theorizing Detective Stewart’s undercover operation, her reason for being in Santa Barbara…as well as much more personal matters. He feels his eyes roll into the back of his head, trying, desperately, to ignore his partner, and the two nincompoops.

She’s just another detective , he wants to yell, what’s so intriguing about her ?! He would be lying, however, if he didn’t find the thought of a large undercover ATF operation, happening in Santa Barbara, to be exciting. His interest was definitely piqued by the prospect of a large case. He glances up at the Chief’s office once more, only to see Vick staring right back at him. “Lassiter! O’Hara! My office.” At her barked command, he throws the case file back into his locked drawer, before letting his legs carry him, quickly, to the open office door, O’Hara clicking promptly behind him.

X X X X X X X X

She can’t help the self-satisfied smirk from pulling at her lips as she leaves the little gathering of detectives, following the chief towards her office for their meeting. Detective Lassiter’s barely concealed rage at her rebuttal bringing the warmth of pride to her chest. Serves him right , she thinks, watching as the chief takes a practiced seat behind her desk. Who goes around talking to people like that, especially after just meeting them?

She shakes her head, meeting Vick’s steady gaze. “How are you finding Santa Barbara, Detective?” A wry smile tugs at her split lip, eyes widening as her dark brows lift.

“To be honest, I haven’t seen much in the light of day,” she answers, hands landing at her hips, “But from what I’ve seen while undercover…” Her sentence tapers off as she blows air from her mouth, “It’s less than desirable. Beautiful views though.”

Vick’s lips twitch at her words. “What have you seen, then?”

Jewel runs a hand through her short curls, voice grim, “Nothing good Chief. Last night’s brawl confirmed the intel I collected out in Riverside. It looks as if a bit of a gang war is coming to Santa Barbara.” Vick hums, nails tapping on her desk.

“How is the undercover work coming along? Does anyone suspect?”

Here, Jewel can’t help the smile that breaks over her face, wincing as it pulls on the injuries. “No ma’am,” she replies, “If they did, I’d look a lot worse off than I do now. My cover is secure, and coming along nicely.”

Vick’s lips upturn slightly, as she scrutinizes her desktop, a soft “don’t call me ma’am,” leaving her lips. Suddenly she stands, shoulders rolling back as she walks past her. “You’ll need a cover team here as well.” She opens the side door of her office, sticking her head out, “Lassiter! O’Hara! My office.”

Her face drops upon hearing the names, before she quickly schools it, straightening with a wince, as the two detectives enter the room. Detective Lassiter glances her way, before seating himself gracefully in the chair across from the Chief’s, one long leg crossing, ankle placed atop knee. Detective O’Hara follows suit, smiling slightly at her, before seating herself next to her partner. “Chief,” his deep voice rumbles, eyes locking with his superior in question. Jewel moves herself to the side of the desk, equidistant between both parties, so she’s able to converse with either.

The chief looks to her, hands placed firmly on the back of her chair. “I’d like to formally introduce you two, to Detective Jewel Stewart, a new transfer from City of Orange P.D. She was made an agent for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives last year after successfully infiltrating a drug ring out of Riverside, resulting in over fourteen felony arrests for possession and distribution of drugs, weapons, murder, and prostitution.”

Jewel rubs the back of her neck, face staring straight ahead, as the chief regails her merits .

“That was you?” Detective O’Hara cuts in, pulling her attention, “I remember reading about that. I always wondered who the lead was. Impressive.” At O’Hara’s wide-eyed stare, Jewel nods in thanks, a smile tugging at the corner of her lip. Detective Lassiter sits, staring at the interaction, a pensive look in his icy blue eyes, as he takes in the information.

“Detective Stewart followed a lead into Santa Barbara four months ago, when she transferred to the SBPD, and has been undercover since.” The chief finally sits, leaning forward in her chair to look into the partners’ eyes. “You two, are being assigned as cover team throughout the operation.” Jewel watches as both detectives eyebrows shoot up, eyes widening in excitement, though Detective Lassiter quickly controls his expression back to neutral. “So Head Detective Lassiter, Detective O’Hara, meet your new partner.”

All eyes are suddenly on her, where she stands, hands clasped behind her back to stop her fidgeting. “Stewart, if you would, debrief.” She nods at the chief, taking a quick, hitching breath, as she readies to speak.

“Four months ago while undercover for a prostitution ring, I got word from an informant that an Outlaw Motorcycle Gang, the Vagos, was planning to lay claim in Santa Barbara. After the close of the prostitution case, ATF and Orange PD agreed to send me up here, transferring me to SBPD to investigate said information. I’ve been undercover within a known biker bar as a bartender - “

The sound of her cover phone rings, vibrating within her pocket, just as Spencer and Guster burst through the chief’s door. She sends them a warning glare as she whips her cell phone from her pocket, reading the caller ID with a steadying breath. After lifting a finger to her lips, she answers, breath going slightly shaky.

“Hey Roger,” she lets her voice drop into a soft whining, almost sultry tone, watching as the detective's expressions morph into ones of shock. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine sweetcheeks,” comes his throaty reply, “where the hell are you? You good? That was a helluva brawl.”

She chuckles slightly in agreement, faking a shaky gasp. “Yeah, I’m alright, a little banged up, but fine. When the pigs ,” she spits out, watching as understanding flares in Spencer’s eyes, “showed up, I ran.” She lets fear drip into her voice, “I had to get out of there. I…I’m hiding out at a friends now.”

“Good,” comes his warm reply, sickeningly sweet dripping through the tinny speakers to her ears, “stay away until later, when it’s safe. Don’t need my favorite girl getting arrested. Will you be at work tonight?”

She forces a warm giggle at his words, “I’ll be there tonight, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for ya.” She hears rustling over the phone as he shifts hands, no doubt running his fingers through his long hair.

“Just the way I like it, sweetcheeks.”

“You know I can’t stay away from you,” she responds, adding a flirty lilt. She can practically hear the man purring in her ear, which she admits wouldbe sexy, if he wasn’t a dangerous criminal, and it wasn’t all a ruse. After a flirty goodbye, she hangs up the phone, running a hand through her curls as she takes a steadying breath, body relaxing. “Where was I?” she asks, eyes closed as she focuses.

“What in the name of Sweet Lady Justice was that ?” When she looks up through her lashes Lassister is staring at her, a bewildered expression on his face, ears tinged pink. She smirks, eyes lowering from his questioning eyes, as she feels a short chuckle escape her lips.

“That,” Spencer interrupts the interaction to everyone’s bewildered faces, hands going to his temples, “was what the call of the nation of four years double majoring in criminology and acting.” She narrows her eyes at him, trying to decipher what he just said, and why he’s in the office in the first place.

“Culmination, Shawn,” Guster corrects his friend, sending a glare his way, before smiling at Jewel.

“I’ve heard it both ways,” comes the quick reply, before he moves behind Lassiter, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. The hand is immediately shrugged off, a warning growl leaving the detective's lips. Head Detective , her mind corrects. She shrugs, nodding at the group who look to her for clarification about the… vision ? “I’m sensing your cover has taken on a personal aspect in order to secure your place.”

“Mr. Spencer, you’re not on this case,” comes the chief’s quick reply, voice firm.

“I’m sensing my help will be greatly needed Chief,” He needles, “I ride a motorcycle… which means I can easily enter biker hangouts without calling suspicion. Plus, it might look shady if Jewel, ” he purrs as she rolls her eyes, “keeps disappearing to visit the two people who can’t help but look like detectives.”

“Spencer,” Jewel replies, voice firm, “it’s too dangerous. These are not guys to mess around with, trust me.” He holds her gaze, a knowing look in his eye, as he sends her a small smile.

“I know.”

“Be that as it may,” Vick sighs, looking to the group, “Mr. Spencer raises a fair point. Back up, of any form, could be useful.” She turns, ignoring Spencer and Gus fistbumping behind the seated detectives. “Continue with your debriefing.”

“Chief.” She nods, hands returning to her hips. I wish I had my case file . “I’ve been bartending a seedy unofficial biker hangout in hopes of catching any information. Two months ago, a member of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gang - the Vagos, took a… we’ll say, liking to me. Roger “Diablo” Marín is the ranking Sergeant-at-arms for the Vagos, and as such, reports directly to the president of the organization. This means he’s the club enforcer, and is not someone you want to take lightly, believe me, but he’s also my in. Currently, I’m his “sweetie,”” Here she uses air quotes, face hard, “which means he can bring me to the Vagos clubhouse, and I don’t arouse any suspicion. If I can reach Ol’ Lady status, then I’m secured in the organization as his property, and will be allowed to all club functions, clubhouses, and organized rides, plus I’ll be able to sit in on “church,” their weekly meetings.”

Vick looks uncomfortable, but hides it behind a hard expression, “What about last night, Detective?”

“Last night, my suspicions were confirmed, when a brawl broke out at the bar. At approximately two this morning, three Vagos and four Hell’s Angels members broke into an altercation over territory, as Santa Barbara falls within Hell’s Angels country. Vagos aren’t supposed to be this far north. The altercation resulted in a full bar brawl, resulting in six hospitalizations, and two arrests for assault. The Vagos are trying to make their presence known in the area, which bodes for a bigger fight between the rivaling motorcycle gangs.”

Lassiter sits, entirely focused on scribbling notes into his little black book, his partner furiously taking notes of her own beside him. Spencer stands, eyes narrowed, Guster looking positively peaky besides him. “What evidence have you been able to gather, thus far?” Jewel turns to the chief, feeling sweat gathering in the small of her back in the stuffy room. She slides out of her leather jacket, holding it in a tight grasp as she answers.

“It’s a growing list Chief. Felony possession and distribution of narcotics, illegal distribution of a weapons cache, assault with a weapon, and possible prostitution, thought the jury is still out on that one. Time will tell.” Vick nods, jotting something down as Jewel shifts her jacket from one hand to the other, wincing at the action.

“You’re bleeding,” Lassiter intones, blue eyes locked on her torso intensely. She follows his gaze to the laceration on her side, kicking herself mentally. Fucking hell , she forgot her jacket had been concealing it. Her right hand raises to prod at the slash in her shirt, coming away red with blood.

“How bad is it, Detective?”

Jewel hums at Vick’s words, pulling the shirt from its tuck in her jeans. As she pulls the shirt up to inspect the damage, she absently replies, “Haven’t really had the chance to look yet, Chief.” She doesn’t miss O’Hara’s quiet gasp, or the strangled noise Guster releases. Gritting her teeth, she uses the edge of her shirt to wipe at the wound, clearing wet blood from her waist, though there are spots where it has already caked on, crusting to her skin. “Might need some stitches.”

“Might?” Gus chokes out from behind a fist. “More like, definitely.”

She sends him a rueful smile, shrugging slightly as she lets her shirt fall back into place, hiding the wince the feeling of the material scratching at the jagged cut, pulls from her. “Probably so,” she concedes, wiping her hand on her ruined shirt. What’s a little more blood?

“Have an in-house medic take a look at it.” Vick sighs, scrubbing a hand over her forehead, “You can use the conference room. I don’t want you leaving here without it getting checked out, understood?”

“Yes Chief,” Jewel replies, relenting to the quiet command.

“And make sure the whole account makes its way into your official report.” Jewel nods, following the others out of the office at the clear dismissal. Lassiter leads the way into the bullpen, barking at the same tall officer as before, who comes running at his words.

“McNabb,” the man in question releases a wide smile, eyes crinkling at Lassiter, “get Smith up here. Make sure he brings his equipment.” The man’s wide eyes cloud with confusion, before they fall on her side. With a nod, he turns away, brusquely walking down a large hallway. “Conference room is this way.” She follows Lassiter, glancing back as O’Hara leads the psychic duo to her desk with quick strides. He opens a door, gesturing her inside, before he makes to leave.

“Detective,” she calls, leaning against the conference table, legs crossing at the ankle. He turns back to her, one hand still on the door. She’s cut off as the medic slides past Lassiter, stopping in front of her. She nods at the man, holding her shirt up as he sets off to work. Looking back at the detective, she continues her thought. Might as well offer an olive branch, if we’re going to be working so closely . “I think we got off on the wrong foot,” Lassiter lifts a brow, but lets her continue. After softly hissing as the medic begins to clean the jagged stab wound, she adds “You don’t have to like me, but I need to be able to trust you'll have my back out there.”

The corner of his mouth twitches before he replies with a nod, “you can.” She nods back at him, watching as he closes the door, before returning to his desk with long strides.

Part 3 - Play Nice ... or not

Notes:

A bit longer, this one just flowed out of me. This is purely for my own enjoyment, I love Lassie fics, but I would greatly appreciate any likes, comments, or feedback. Thanks for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

#carlton lassiter #lassiter #lassie #lassie fic #Carlton Lassiter x original female character #Carlton Lassiter fic #Shawn spencer #burton gus guster #juliet o'hara #psych imagine #psych fic #psych tv #Timothy omundson fic #timothy omundson #Vagos #Vagos fic

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couchcandy · 6 months

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Psych x Community ??

I love psych and i love community so this vague concept of them existing in the same universe has been floating around in my head.

The key connecting factor being the references to Shawn/Britta’s similarly eclectic off-screen pasts. They're close in age so I'm like okay - it would totally be possible for them to have known eachother/dated/whatever at some point before.

psych aired from 2006 - 2014; Shawn born 1977

community aired from 2009 -2014; Britta born 1980

(Take these two quotes just as an example but it's referenced casually throughout both shows)

Britta’s Dad: I mean, every time we get too close, you run off. We sent you a birthday card to your apartment in New York, and the next week you’re setting fire to a Jamba Juice in San Jose.

Britta: How long is that gonna stick with me?

Britta’s Mom: Until arson is legal, sweetie.

Gus: Shawn, you’ve had fifty-seven jobs since we left high school.

Shawn: Yes I have. And they were all fun. But this one takes the cake.

Gus: Oh yeah? Better than the acupuncture clinic?

Shawn: I didn’t realize experience was necessary.

Gus: What about the summer you spent driving the weiner mobile?

Shawn: I did that for the hot dogs.

I think they fit somewhere in the ballpark of each other's types, both sluts(affectionate) and it makes sense for them to have crossed paths at some point during Britta's “anhercists” days.

So that establishes a link between the groups, but what would it be like if they interacted? Take the arbitrary scenario; Shawn and Gus have gotten themselves and by extension the SBPD into another whacky shenanigan somehow who cares how i'm not writing this

I imagine initially everyone in the study group has a more or less positive impression of Shawn because he's charming, (with the notable exception of…you got it! Jeff)

JEFF

In typical jeff fashion is immediately threatened by Shawn because he has to be the coolestmostlikeabledude™ in the room at all times while simultaneously has to act like he doesn't care so he's quietly seething and - hey what's this new dude doing here making all my friends laugh that's my job! i must now make it my life's mission to prove this guys a fraud and reclaim my status no matter how much a fool i make of myself in the process (a la: advanced documentary filmmaking)

BRITTA

Normal standard “hey old friend” situation, remember when we *insane thing involving multiple felonies and property destruction* haha anyway let me introduce you to my friends -

ANNIE

immediate skepticism that Shawn is able to sidestep pretty quickly by being charming/flirty (NOT in a gross way *hisses at the jeffannie shippers*) Her reaction being like when the dean “swaps bodies with jeff” or after abed’s don draper impression.

ABED

Knows Shawn isn't really psychic but goes along with it/doesn’t point out that Shawn’s hyper observant because he's invested in watching the psychic/cop show formula play out. He would! and I would too!

(quote from 5x03 Basic Intergluteal Numismatics):

Abed Nadir: [Pretending to read the crime scenes as a psychic] I see a man... using a social disorder as a procedural device. Wait, wait, wait, I see another man. Mildly autistic super detectives everywhere.

TROY

Obligatory: “you’re wrinkling my brain right now” and just general fascination, awe, and wonderment. Asks Shawn to tell him his future

SHIRLEY

Immediate judgment on Shawn's practices not being christian enough for her standards, but easily swayed to liking him once he picks up on something and comments on her ex husband being an idiot to lose her or something

PEIRCE

Does his peirce thing and tries to seem impressive and fails, something level five laser lotus blah blah - u get it thats enough on him

THE DEAN

Is facilitating the psych crew being there because it might bring in good press for greendale and he def does the hand on shoulder thing when he meets him you know the one - omg and totally is into Lassiter furrowed brows “im packing heat” Carlton, please. – lassie is Not Amused™

CHANG

This depends on what point in community canon this interaction takes place because season 1 chang would prob be normal(for him), but like season 5 Chang would do/say something so insane and so chang that i can't even come up with it

As for our psych guys, Gus points out how weird and fucked up and bizarre Greendale is meanwhile Shawn is LIVING for it - signs them up for the Dean’s PA announcements class, and “Gus! buddy! I hope you don't mind. I used your credit card to sign us up for The History of Ice Cream. Come on, it starts in 20 minutes ! :D” Gus: “Shawn! >:0”

Lassie would just nonstop point out all the health and safety violations- he doesn't want to be here- calls a lot of people hippies, generally grumpy demeanor and we love him for it.

Starburns terribly hits on Jules - gets rejected, proceeds to try and sell her drugs - gets arrested.

#community tv #psych tv #community x psych crossover #community nbc #psych usa #shawn spencer #burton gus guster #britta perry #the study group #crossover #community show #insane ramblings of a tv obsessed loser #if i had any ability to write entertaining comedic fiction i would #shawn solves the mystery and saves the day #he finds russell borchert years before Basic Sandwich

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Do you have a favorite minor Psych character?

declan rand :)

it's been long enough that i can admit he was an incredible parallel to shawn and woefully underutilized. he was a delight. i would've loved for him to become a part-timer at psych who drops in to give hints and such; it'd be a humbling experience for both him and shawn, shawn gets to learn to work with an enemy who isn't a powder keg like carlton lassiter, and gus can have someone sane who listens to his ideas in the office for once. but whatever. it's fine.

in a similar way i think abigail gets an unfair amount of flack, but i think her presence on the show revealed a lot about shawn and juliet's relationship that kind of gets swept under the rug, both by fans and the text: shawn can be flippant and hard to pin down, juliet has unrealistic expectations when she cares passionately about something, and both of them can get really really stubborn when either of those things are challenged. a lot of their conflict while shawn was dating abigail was about that, not necessarily jealousy. abigail was only the catalyst.

abigail is such a good look at who shawn used to be when he was young and brash and how he squares it with the man he is now, and she, too, deserved better from us.

beyond that i think the dog lassiter has in the alternate universe episode of s7 should have become a permanent cast member x

#not sure if this was supposed to be part of the top 5 things but i decided to use this for my own soapbox lol #marlowe is not here bc i have realized that her personality per ep was largely dependent on what the writers needed her to be at the time #teenage me was hyperfixated on her and lassiter but it was 98% because i wanted him to have nice things #and not because i thought marlowe was particularly compelling or interesting outside of her relationship with him #not her fault i just grew up #replies #local girl is still writing about the 2000s case of the week comedy like it's a classical work of art. more news at 7

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belated: drarreckyninja’s top 50 ships of Jun 2022 [16. Shassie]

Fandom: Psych (2006)

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Carlton "Lassie" Lassiter

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Estimated Age Difference(s): Shawn was born in 1977, and Carlton was born in 1968, so there's a 9-year age difference

Shawn's birthday: 24 Mar

Carlton's birthday: 11 Apr

Subship(s): Gabigail [Gus x Abigail]

Amount I've Invested: series plus musical minus films

#top 50 ships #my ships #jun 2022 #countdown #psych usa #shawn x lassie #shassie #art is not mine

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what i'm currently writing for

requests are: OPEN!

list last updated: 08.08.2022

stranger things

robin, eddie, steve, nancy, jonathan, chrissy, max, eleven, will, mike, dustin, lucas, joyce, hopper, etc.

the summer i turned pretty

belly, jeremiah, conrad, taylor, steven, shayla, etc.

criminal minds

emily, jj, elle, penelope, spencer, aaron, derek, luke, tara, alex, kate, etc.

pretty little liars

aria, spencer, hanna, emily, alison, etc.

pretty little liars: original sin

imogen, tabitha, faran, mouse, noa, etc.

psych

shawn, juliet, gus, carlton, karen, etc.

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shelby, toni, fatin, leah, dot, rachel, nora, martha, etc.

and many more!

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Stu and his business partner Brian Sampson just filed for bankruptcy.

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5 Men and a Baby: Pt 12 Good Intentions

Rating : explicit for the series A/N: This is a Supernatural, Psych, and Criminal Minds crossover, so hold on to the reigns as it gets crazy Warnings: mentions of previous smut. Summary: A case in Santa Barbara gets some special attention from several highly trained investigators as it rolls into the ER on a gurney. Word Count: 783

Masterlist/Previous

Reid sat in Chief Vicks’ office with three books open and not reading any of them. Rossi had told him to cool off, while he smoothed things over with the agent that Reid had punched. His hand hurt, his mind was racing, and the pain he felt in his heart drowned all of that out.

Gia had been a great girlfriend. She was understanding of Reid’s crazy schedule and didn’t ask a lot of questions about his work. He didn’t want to bring those horrors home and she felt the same way about what she saw at the hospital. They had been living next door to each other for a little while before he had started hunting Thomas, and Reid felt they were pretty serious. But as he saw his luck with women, something horrible at work bled over into his normal life and Gia had been hurt.

He hadn’t been fast enough to get Thomas when he had attacked Gia. And Gia had to go over horrific encounter with two men who had broken into her apartment shortly thereafter. He had read the report several times coldly and distant from the connection he shared with the woman he’d needed to think of as the victim. Reid had tried to convince her to move in with him, but she said she needed to get away from D.C. for a while and she had packed her things up and moved away. It had been startling to walk into the Santa Barbara Hospital and find her guarding the ICU. She looked well. Healthy and all things considered happy.

“I’ve got some ice for your hand,” Juliet O’Hara said kindly as she came into the office and drew Reid out of his thoughts.

“Thanks,” He said half-heartedly as he took the small baggie.

“Wanna talk about it?” she offered as she sat next to him.

“I’ve never really hit someone on the same side of the law as me,” He chuckled ruefully. “But he just admitted to doing something awful and I really just lost my cool. Did Rossi get things settled down?” Spencer grimaced as he realized he was still going to need to come out of this room and deal with Sam and Dean.

“I think so. Sam and Dean seemed to understand where you were coming from and just didn’t want to make a big deal about it.” Juliet said. “This Thomas guy must be really bad to have all four of you FBI guys after him. Why does he think he is a witch?”

“He uses a mixture of drugs and other things create the perfect scenarios with his victims and this power mixed with his delusions has given him this superiority complex.” Reid explained.

“Well how does Gia and her baby fit into this?” Jules asked then covered her mouth and stared wide eyed at Reid. Spencer looked like he had been struck by lightning before he stood and jogged out the office to find Rossi.

“I know why things changed for him in D.C. Why he seemed to follow Gia,” Reid said as he found the older man. Dean and Sam were nearby and leaned into hear the information.

“Gia’s pregnant. I think that Thomas might think the baby is his in some kind of sick way. Like she conceived the child while in the throes of his spell. I think he might actually be angry about this. Which is why he’s escalated,” Reid said in a rush.

“He might be impotent,” Rossi nodded thinking it through.

“Wait, Gia’s pregnant?” Gus asked as he and Shawn approached the group. Shawn lifted his finger to his temple thinking about all the clues that he had seen but not really understood until the revelation was said out loud.

“Of course, Gus! I can’t believe you stole her donut,” Shawn said giving his friend a push.

“Can it Spencer,” Lassiter said as he came over to join the group with Juliet in tow. “Your witch struck again. Whatever he is doing it’s getting bigger. There’s three bodies downtown.”

“That’s not far from the hospital,” Sam said looking over at Dean.

“We just left there, Gia is safe.” Gus said, as Shawn answered his phone.

“Dad?” Shawn asked putting the call on speaker.

“Shawn, I had to go for a cat-scan and when I came back Gia was gone. I probably wouldn’t have thought too much about it but you got me thinking about that John Winchester guy, and there was piece of paper in my room with a drawing that I had seen from when he was at large. I think something bad happened to your friend.” Henry sighed heavily.

@maliburenee @itsthebeckyzone @thoughts-and-funnies @ladywinchester1967 @lyarr24 @kickingitwithkirk @donnaintx @perfectluminarylight @deandreamernp @deangirl7695 @foxyjwls007 @spnbaby-67 @akshi8278 @snffbeebee @woodworthti666 @mrswhozeewhatsis

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The Coffee is Not the Murder Weapon

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Plus!size!reader Characters: Plus!size!reader (aka Beans), Shawn Spencer, Burton “Gus” Guster, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet “Jules” O’Hara, Woody, Greg (the murderer), Buzz McNab (briefly mentioned) Warnings: Mentions of guns and bullets, violence, this man Greg is crazy, coffee shops should not be a place for murder plots, Woody being “prepared”, okay plot but stay for the fluff, friends to lovers, my love for writing for these peps returns Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Bad plot but I tried, and it didn’t turn out completely horrible so yay. Yes, I’m giving myself a pat on the back, don’t judge me :p

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“Push on the gas, Lassie or else someone is going to get hurt and it’s not gonna be me,” Shawn says, his voice elevated as he thinks about what could happen.

“What’re you talking about, Spencer?”

“Shawn, calm down and tell us what’s going on,” Juliet tried to reason with him.

“No! I can’t- I- you just gave to trust me on this.”

“If you want us to trust you, you have to explain what’s going on. Do you feel something?”

“Oh my god,” Gus says, after Shawn hands him the phone. “Floor it, Lassiter!”

“Why?!”

Shawn rubs his hands across his face. “The barista did it. We were wrong about the manager being poisoned.”

Juliet furrows her brows, trying to make sense of the words flying out of the psychic’s mouth. “But Woody said-”

“He-”

“He’s calling me,” Gus announces, showing his friend the phone.

Shawn quickly snatches it out of his buddy’s hand, answering it.

“Shawn, you’ll never believe the story I overheard last night when I was at the bar. So, this girl, who was close to turning thirty, although I think she was lying. Anyway, she was saying-”

“The barista did it with one of those skinny tongue depressors.”

“Yes! It never ceases to amaze me how well your skills are.”

The psychic tosses the phone up in the air for his friend to catch.

“Sounds like we have the right to arrest someone.” Carlton speeds up, maneuvering himself, safely, between cars. “Where am I going, Spencer?”

“Where do you think?”

“If I knew, do you think I’d be asking you?”

“The coffee shop. Beans told me she had a shift, and our killer does too. She put it together before my visions became clearer. If we don’t get there within the next five minutes, it’s going to be a manhunt and I’ll be the first in line.”

“We’re not going to let anything happen to her,” Juliet tells him.

“I’ll believe it when I can see that she’s safe.”

“Sha-”

“We’re here. Spencer, I’m only going to say this once and only once. Do not and I mean, do not go in there.”

“But, I can-”

“No,” Carlton tells him before he and Juliet rush out of the car, standing by the front door with their guns in front of them before they sneak into the building.

“I’m going in.”

“Oh, no you are not,” Gus slams his hand onto the door lock.

“Yes, I am.”

“Sha- Shawn.” Gus makes the noise people typically make when trying to call a cat over, “psst. Psst. Shawn, no.” He gets out of the car when he realizes his friend isn’t going to follow him back towards the safety.

The two make their way into the building, sneaking through the front door, only pausing when they hear a strange noise.

“Are we really going to go in there, Shawn? I mean, what if he has a gun or some other weapon?”

“That’s when you selflessly throw yourself in front of our bad guy while I, the hero, save the day.”

“I don’t like that plan.”

“Well, it’s the only one I have so far.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Fine, it’s not but this one makes us both look like heroes.”

“I understand why you’re making jokes, but we need a real plan if we want to make sure Beans doesn’t get hurt.”

The psychic sighs, “I know, Gus.” He leans off the wall, glancing back over his shoulder. “I have a plan.”

“What is it?”

“You stay here and I’m gonna make a distraction.”

“Okay- wait! What?” He turns around, finding his friend nowhere near him. “Dammit Shawn.”

Shawn walks around the corner, hearing clattering coming from the back and rushes forward only for you to duck behind the counter.

“Shawn?” You stare at him with furrowed brows. “Duck. Duck.”

“Duck?” He dives to the floor when bullets come flying through the door, breaking the glass window. He wraps his arms around you, covering your head as he pulls you closer, making sure nothing happens to you.

Once the firing stops, you lift your head off his shoulder.

“Do you know the way out of here?” He whispers.

“We won’t make it without being seen. Why are you here alone?”

“I remembered you told me this place has a really weird back entrance, so it takes a few minutes to get in here. If we stall him long enough, then maybe we can make it out of this alive while Lassie and Jules do their thing.” He stops talking and becomes quiet. “I have an idea.”

“You are not going to try and make a conversation with him. Are you?”

“It’s called a distraction.”

“A terrible one, at that.”

“I could do it.”

You glance over his shoulder.

“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

You gulp, nodding. Your former coworker, Greg, grabs your arm, yanking you away from your friend.

“Hey. Hey! Let her go.”

Greg shakes his head, “no, I don’t think I will.” He forces you into the nearest chair.

“You don’t need to need to manhandle Beans like that.”

“It’s her fault.”

“What’s her fault?”

“Ruining my plan and you, the psychic coming around wasn’t any help either.”

“It sounds like you have a problem with me and not-”

He waves the gun around in Shawn’s face. “You stay over there. She stays here.”

You tense up at the feeling of the metal on the back of your head.

He nods. “I’m staying over here. You don’t need to keep waving the gun around.”

“Santa Barbara PD, drop your weapon,” Carlton says, keeping his attention on Greg.

“I don’t think I will.”

“You sure you want to do that?”

“Why not? I’ve got a hostage right here,” he steps to the side, letting the officer get a view of your back.

“Let the civilians go so we can talk.”

“No,” he clicks the trigger of the gun.

You close your eyes, trying not to shake as you hear everything going on behind you.

“No,” Shawn takes a step closer, and everyone’s focus turns onto him. “Remember it was me. I’m the psychic, I know why you did it. He wasn’t giving you the proper respect, right? And he should have, you’re the one who made sure everything ran smoothly around here especially when he would take his sporadic trips. You did everything he should have done and he- he-”

“He was gonna fire me and give my job to Janet, but she put it in her two weeks’ notice after that and then she,” he spits in your direction. “Was the next one.”

“And, you believe she would have taken your job without hesitation?”

Greg nods.

Shawn nods before he starts to chuckle. “And that’s when you need to listen or pay attention to all employees because she’s a very kind woman who would never do that and I’m lucky to know... that took a minor detour, I’ll admit but it just proves that she isn’t what you created in your mind.”

“Are you done?” Carlton asks.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.”

That’s all the detective needed to hear as he takes another step forward. “Let her go.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Greg.”

“What are you doing?” Shawn whispers.

“Do you know why our boss would take sudden trips?”

“Yeah. He’s a greedy bastard who wants to blow away his money.”

“No, his wife is sick, and she’s been in a home that specializes with her condition. She has her good days and her bad days, so when it’s not looking good, he rushes over there in case it’s going to be his last time with her.”

“Really?” He jerks your arm. “How do you know?”

“He told me because I found him crying in the storage closet when it was my turn to close the shop a few months ago. He trusted you, that’s why he was confident with you being in charge.”

He lowers his hand.

Shawn sees the way you’re eyeing your coworker and shakes his head.

Greg drops his gun.

You take this as your opportunity to run away from him before anything else could happen.

Shawn pushes you behind him.

Juliet and Lassiter do their thing, arresting him just as Gus rushes in, holding a broom as his weapon of choice.

“Nice timing, Guster,” Carlton tells him as he passes by to put the, now, arrested man in the nearest squad car, which of course happens to be Buzz’s.

“Is he gone?”

“Yes, Gus. He’s gone, you can stop now.”

The frightened man takes notice of the scene and slowly sets the broom down before sniffing as he wipes his nose. “I knew that; I was just testing you.”

“No, you weren’t,” you chime in.

“I’m gonna let that slide for right now.”

“You’re so nice, Gus.” You groan, holding your side. “I think it’s time for me to get checked out.”

Two paramedics run in, asking which of three needs to be checked out.

All three of you answer, informing the gentleman that it’s you. Once they make sure you’re all good, they give you one last recommendation to get a full check up at the hospital to make sure you’re all good and don’t have any underlying injuries they may not have caught.

You wave them off, “yeah, yeah,” your words fine out slurred before you pass out.

The whole way there, everyone was worried about you, Shawn more than the others.

Henry walks into the room, placing a hand on his boy’s shoulder. “When was the last time you left the room?”

“Not once.”

“You need to eat something, Shawn.”

The psychic doesn’t say anything else.

“You know, you need to eat something if you want to confess to her.”

“Confess what?”

“I raised you better than to play dumb, Shawn.”

The younger man gets up out of his seat. “Fine, so maybe I do know what you’re talking about but why would I-”

“Shawn.”

“No, no. Don’t distract me.”

“Shawn.”

“Why are you-”

“Shawn.”

“What?”

Henry sighs and spins his son around, leaving his boy to get the girl.

“Oh, you’re up.”

“I am.”

He grabs the water by your bed and holds for you.

“I can drink water on my own.”

He nods, slowly placing the cup in your hands.

“How are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

You set the cup down onto the table. “You could but, you’re antsy and an antsy Shawn isn’t a good Shawn.”

“Funny.”

“Usually, you’d have some witty comeback when I say things like that, what’s going on in your head?”

“You could have died.”

“But I didn’t.”

“But you could have.”

“I didn’t though.”

“But… you could have and- and-”

You slowly push yourself up, reaching out for his hand, bringing him closer.

He’s careful as he sits down beside you.

“What would have happened, if it did happen? Can you find it in you to explain that bit to me?”

“You mean, other than the fact that the woman I’ve been in love with since we were kids would be dead, not much.”

“Wha-” Your jaw drops.

“I wouldn’t have been able to come up with a clever plan and pretend like I didn’t know how it happened even though you know when I’m lying.”

“So, what you’re saying is you like me and you want to ask me out?” You ask, a sly smile dancing across your lips.

“Maybe.”

“Good.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“I feel like there’s something else you have planned.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna go find my doctor, ask when I can leave so then you can take me out on our date and fall asleep on my couch.”

This is the first time he’s smile since this morning, and it feels great. “Don’t move.”

“I won’t.”

Woody rushes in with a black bag.

You raise a brow. “Did you really think I was dead?”

“Wha- oh this,” he points to the bag. “No, no. I was just- I thought I needed to be prepared.”

“Get out.”

“I’m the one who brought the flowers.” He points with a weak smile.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful but get out.”

“Yep, got it.” Woody manages to move out of the way before he could bump into Shawn and your doctor and continues to run out of the building.

You and Shawn had a wonderful time getting dinner (with Gus driving so you could pick up the food) and dropping you guys off at your place (after being told he wasn’t invited).

“If I’m not a part of this date, why did I drive you two to go pick up jerk chicken?”

Shawn shrugs, “sorry, buddy.”

You jab your elbow into his side, “I don’t know. I’m sorry, he used you. How about tomorrow we all go out and get breakfast before we head over to the station?”

“Thank you, I think that would be a great idea.” Gus doesn’t move from his spot.

“Do you want to take some for the road?”

“This is why I like you.”

“You’ve liked me being around since we met, I used to pretend you weren’t involved in whatever it was he,” you point to Shawn. “Was doing so you wouldn’t get suspended.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m happy he’s partially your problem now.” He takes his napkin wrapped portions and waves you two off before he leaves.

“Can we go upstairs now? It’s getting cold.”

“Quite whining and maybe you’ll get a blanket.”

He leans against the doorway as he waits for you to pull out your keys. “Is there anyway, I could persuade you?”

The doorknob clicks, you open the door and smile at him. “No.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Your psychic abilities tell you that?”

“Maybe.”

You roll your eyes and step inside. “Come on, I’m hungry and I’m not afraid to take the food from you.”

“But then you’d have a starving man in your home, rummaging through your fridge searching for a pineapple.”

“I’m not afraid to take that risk.”

“Rude.”

You chuckle, “hurry up and get over here. We can watch a movie.”

“I’m getting us some drinks. I can’t die of thirst after fulfilling my need of food.”

“Okay.”

“And here is your drink,” he sets them down on the coffee table. “And your food.”

You practically snatch the food from him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I mean… for everything that’s happened.”

He settles on the couch beside you, turning for you to see his soft smile. “I know.”

You shake your head. “You’re so cocky.”

“Only for you.”

“I feel like I should be ending things here.”

“But you’re not. You love me too much.”

“Shush and watch the movie.”

He smiles to himself, knowing he’s made you all flustered.

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This FanFiction I made is a little dark. If you aren’t comfortable with domestic violence or abuse, you might not want to read.

#psych #carlton lassiter #shawn spencer #writerslife #my writing #psych fanfiction #tw abuse #burton gus guster #protective Carlton Lassiter #case fic #juliet o'hara #karen vick #angst with a happy ending #henry spencer #enemies to lovers #shawn x lassiter #shassie one shot #shassie fic #Shassie

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Vagos pt. 1 - Lassiter? More like Assiter!

It was way too early in the morning for the sun to be shining so pleasantly. Glancing at her watch, she notes that it was only just pushing six thirty. Scowling up at the sun from behind her sunglasses, she breathes the warm ocean breeze, salty air filling her nostrils. She takes a deep sip of her coffee, wincing when it pulls at the bruise on her cheek. She savores the coffee, breath hitching, waiting for the caffeine to take effect. It had been a long night…too long. This moment of reprieve was long past due, as she slouched into the bench at her back.

The station was still quiet behind her, though she did note a few rookies leaving the building, no doubt having clocked off from night patrol. They stepped past her warily, eyeing her appearance and the motorcycle to her left with concern. The parking lot was practically empty, save for her vintage Harley. She smiled at them slightly, before scowling when it seemed that they weren’t leaving their gawking anytime soon. It seemed to do the trick, for they scampered to their personal vehicles.

Santa Barbara’s finest my ass.

She finishes her coffee slowly, waiting for the three extra shots of espresso to do their trick. It was closer to seven by the time she felt the caffeine take hold, pushing the exhaustion from her all-nighter, at bay. With a deep, steadying breath, she stood, groaning at the pang she felt from her tired muscles, joints popping loudly. She eyed a little blue car and an exceedingly waxed Crown Vic, police issued no doubt, as she untied the green bandana from her Harley, before stuffing it into the saddlebag on the side. Better safe than sorry.

A tall, suit-clad, man lept from the Vic, dark hair glinting in the sun, as his long legs carried him up the steps of the precinct, a similarly clad petite blonde woman close at his heels. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, and from the serious looks on their faces, it was, no doubt, about a case. Detectives.

She watched them pass from where she leaned against her bike, though they paid no mind to the stranger, too absorbed in case specifics. As they disappeared into the building, she glanced back to the little blue car, whose occupants were still inside, seemingly arguing, hands being thrown around animatedly by the lighter of the two. The other man only rolled his eyes, before exiting the car, albeit grudgingly. The flailer bounced out, a large smile on his face. His partner did not seem as enthused as he adjusted his lavender dress shirt under his charcoal jacket. “But Gus!” The dark, handsome man sent his friend a glare, which resulted in both sucking their teeth at each other, repeatedly, as if at war. She snorted at the two, their childish behavior so unlike what she expected. Her action didn’t go unnoticed, however, as the more child-like of the two stopped the fight, head turning her way. His eyes were keen, she could tell that even across the parking lot, as they quickly flicked over her, before lighting up as he pulled his friend toward her.

“You,” he said, “have fantastic hair…And I don’t say that about anyone.” She smiled slightly from behind her large, dark tinted sunglasses. Her hair had just started to curl at the nape of her neck, soft platinum curls growing into a proper pixie cut. She’d had to shave it for work a few months back, long story, and it was finally at a length that she felt comfortable with, though the buzzcut had made her feel badass.

“It’s true,” the other man interjected, pointedly elbowing his friend in the ribs, as he tried to meet her eyes through the sunglasses, “He’s only ever said that about himself.” She snorted again, shaking her head, slightly, at the two. “Burton Gustor,” he added, puffing his chest out and slipping into a pseudo-suave voice as he thumbed his nose, in a way that she guessed he thought was cool. She met his hand halfway, capturing it in a handshake, as he added, “You heard about Pluto?”

She felt her lips upturn again, replying seriously, “Jewel Stewart. And yes, it’s a travesty.” The man agreed, emphatically, about to devolve into an impassioned speech about Pluto, before the other one, who had been silently watching the ordeal with horror, suddenly broke in, pulling their attention.

“Before he goes full nerd, and bores us all to death,” Gus exclaims, but his friend continues over the noise, “I’m Shawn Spencer, Head Psychic of the SBPD.” Her eyebrows rise at this, once again forcing a wince to her face.

“Head Psychic huh?” She peers at him carefully. “Didn’t know SBPD had one of those.”

Spencer smiles brightly, “Oh yes,” he begins sagely, shaking his head in a serious manner, “I’m integral in solving cases here. The spirits always find the truth.”

Jewel hums in a disbelieving manner. “Just like they know that you were in a brawl with some tough dudes, and sustained several injuries.” He says all this with his fingers to his temple, an almost constipated look on his face. Jewel looks down at her dark green, short sleeved button down, noticing the once lustrous material is dusty, ripped in places. There’s one large tear at her torso, near the top of her dark jeans where the shirt is slightly tucked, which has blood staining the material. She notices, faintly, that it has also dripped onto her white chelsea docs. My favorite boots! With a frown, she pulls her leather jacket tighter on her body, hoping he doesn’t see the fresh blood still oozing sluggishly from the wound.

“Obvious,” she states gruffly, “but true.” With that, she nods at them, “Mr. Guster, Mr. Spencer, pleasure to meet you.” Making an about face, she lets her docs carry her up the steps of the precinct, the platforms heavy as they thud on the cement. Each step shoots a pain up her side, but she ignores it, gritting her teeth as she ascends. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. She hears clombering footsteps behind her, but ignores them, rolling her eyes as she hears the two whisper fighting as they follow her. She pushes the doors open, taking in the room with a scan.

Officers are already lost in their work, bustling around with files, staring determinitely at their computer screens, and talking in hushed tones over open reports. Jewel notices the tall, dark haired detective from before, standing imperiously as he barks orders at a very tall patrol officer, who surprisingly, scampers away to do as he’s told. The detective sips from his coffee mug, impossibly blue eyes scanning the room, power and authority radiating off his being. Jewel can’t help but stare as he commands the room, a flush coming to her face. She clears her throat when his eyes land on her, quickly scanning her body critically, before falling on the two men behind her. His expression darkens, and soon enough, long strides bring him to where they stand. Her eyes quickly scan his body, noting the leather shoulder holster over his broad shoulders. He’s removed his jacket since coming inside, his blue shirt-sleeves rolled to his elbows. He’s definitely attractive, in a gruff, clean cut sort of way.

As he barks the last names of the men behind her, Jewel returns to her original mission, trying to locate the chief's office. She’s pulled back into the conversation when Spencer shouts, “But we have to report a crime!” She turns to them, only to notice that all eyes are suddenly on her. The psychic is looking at her with a querying gaze, as if he’s figuring out a puzzle, while Guster grins at her. She notices that the blonde detective from before has joined them, and is wearing a similar inscrutable expression as her male counterpart.

“Who are you?” The male detective questions, deep voice gruff. Before she can reply, the psychic talks over her.

“This lovely lady,” he smiles, gesturing to Jewel, who absolutely rolls her eyes behind the sunglasses, “Is Jewel --”

“Jewel,” he interrupts, letting the words stretch out, before glancing at her clothing. “Are you a stripper?” She gawks at the question, not even wincing as her jaw hits the floor. I did not expect that. Who does this guy think he is?

“Lassiter,” the blonde woman admonishes strictly, voice sharp as she sends an apologetic look her way. Jewel bristles, a growl wanting to escape, as the man merely shrugs, trying to defend himself.

“What, O’Hara,” he argues, “It’s an honest question. Jewel?” he throws his arms in the air, as if what he’s explaining is obvious, “It’s a stripper name! I never said there was anything wrong with her being a stripper…or hooking, or whatever. Though hooking is illegal in California.”

He’s about to continue his rant, when Spencer interrupts him, “Uh, Lassiter…Lassie,” the man hedges, glancing at Jewel’s back, where she’s hiding her service weapon and badge within her waistband, “You might want to shut up now.” His voice rises at the end, sending a warning glance Lassiter’s way. The detective bristles at Spencer’s words, preparing to argue with him too, before Shawn finally whisper yells at him, cutting off Lassiter before he begins. “She’s undercover Lassie!”

Jewel freezes, tearing off her sunglasses to glare at Spencer from behind a swelling black eye…which probably isn’t as intimidating as she would like… her split lip twitching up into a smile at how proud he looks at having figured it out. The rest of the group of five stare at her, bewildered. Lassiter looks pink in the cheeks, but not apologetic. She pulls her badge from her waistband, flashing it, before securing it once more. “I’m terribly sorry about my partner,” O’Hara begins, though she is silenced by Jewel with a wave of a hand.

“Detective O’Hara,” Jewel begins, voice stern yet gentle as she looks into the sweet eyes of the young woman, “Don’t worry, I can handle my own against Assiter.” A smirk pulls at Jewel’s face as Guster squeaks, while Shawn and O’Hara try to hold back grins.

Lassiter’s eyes flash, face taking on a deep red hue at her insult, but he reigns himself in before he lets his anger out. “Is Jewel an alias?”

“No,” Jewel replies curtly, “I was named after the singer.”

“Just, exactly, how old are you?” He questions indignantly as a door opens up across the bullpen.

“Old enough,” she replies, standing to her full height, even if it sends a wave of pain through her abdomen. With the platform boots, her height reaches the tops of his red ears, eyes level with Lassiter’s mouth, a fact which she promptly ignores, raising her eyes slightly to stare into his bright, icy blue eyes. He stares right back, the silent reverie witnessed in amused bewilderment by the rest of the group.

“Detective Stewart,” a voice across the bullpen breaks their focus, the sound of approaching heels clicking on the terra-cotta tile, as a woman that can be none other than Chief Vick approaches their circle. “Welcome to the SBPD.”

Part 2 In the Chief's Office

Notes:

THERE IS NOT NEARLY ENOUGH LASSITER fic!!! This is because I needed more of our grumpy detective. I've begun this, purely, with the knowledge of being from California, and the midnight research I've done about Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs. Could not get the idea out of my head, and thus Vagos, a REAL motorcycle club, (which I borrowed the name from) was born. I do not own any characters from psych, only my original female character, and I do not have any affiliation with the Vagos. I really hope you enjoyed this, and I can't wait to see where it leads. Please let me know what you think!!!

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