#the idea of juliet texting him like. hanging out with shawn! and lassiter is just. who the hell is shawn?

[coachbeards]

the funniest part about lassiter's crap list is that..........he misspelled shawn's name on it. in the crap list, it's written as sean spencer. does that mean for four years, lassiter had never really processed shawn's name written down. did he realize after he wrote sean, but then decide not to fix it?

#psych #the idea of juliet texting him like. hanging out with shawn! and lassiter is just. who the hell is shawn? #carlton lassiter #love you sean spencer

[unfortunate-arrow]

Lassie, Vick, and Gus

[Lassie’s POV, Vick’s POV, and Gus’s POV during this.]

LASSIE

Carlton Lassiter is pissed. He’s had a short fuse and been somewhat snappish the previous three days. After all, the only reason he didn’t hightail it to San Francisco the moment he’d found out about her abduction was because Marlowe had calmed him down and convinced him that Karen, Spencer, and Guster could be trusted to find her. But O’Hara Juliet is his partner, even if they hadn’t actually been partners in years. She’s basically his little sister. 

He stands in the middle of their living room. It’s nearly one in the afternoon, and well, he couldn’t exactly call Karen in the middle of the SBPD. At least, he couldn't talk about something so personal there. It was rather unprofessional. 

“Hey Karen,” he says into the phone after dialing the familiar number. The same one he had dialed at least twice a day, each time hoping for new information.

“There’s nothing new, Carlton,” Karen Vick replies as a greeting, as she’s taken to doing the previous times he’d called the past two days. 

“Are you sure? Nothing from Spencer’s antics?” 

“I’m positive. There’s nothing new in our investigation.” 

“It’s been a little over seventy-two hours. You know that it’s harder after that critical period.” 

“I do, Carlton. But most missing people don’t have a psychic husband looking for them.” 

“Spencer doesn’t take a damn thing seriously,” Carlton snaps. He’s talked to Spencer once before and all the younger man could do was crack jokes or make movie references. It used to drive him crazy when they’d still been in Santa Barbara, but this was even more irritating. 

“Look, I know you don’t get along very well with him, but it’s ignorant to think that he doesn’t care about O’Hara.” 

Carlton knows Spencer cares about her. One of the few things that Spencer has said to him that Carlton clearly remembers is “You’re probably the only other person in the world who loves Jules as much as I do.” It was one of the nicest things that Spencer had ever said to him. 

“I know he does,” he says softly. 

“I’m sorry we have nothing more, Carlton. We’re working our butts off trying to find her.” 

“Are you sure you don’t need another set of eyes or hands?” 

“Positive. Santa Barbara needs its police chief and your wife and daughter need you. O’Hara wouldn’t want you to come rushing in like a madman.” 

“But her husband can?” 

“I can keep Spencer off this case as well as I could have kept you off a case if Marlowe had gone missing when I was still SBPD’s chief.” 

“Keep me updated. I want to know as soon as she’s found.” 

“Well, the first person to be informed will be Shawn. He’s her husband and emergency contact. But you’ll be next.” 

“Good enough. I’d want to be the first one informed about finding Marlowe if she ever disappeared.” 

Carlton sighs and hangs up the phone. Please, God, if you even exist, let O’Hara Juliet be alive. I don’t want to lose more family, he thinks.

VICK

Karen Vick knows their expert (whose name she cannot remember for the life of her) made a mistake the moment the words leave his lips. 

“Look, it’s been 124 hours since we were alerted of the disappearance. We’ve passed the critical period. Most likely, we’ll find her body,” he says. 

“She’s not dead!” Spencer Shawn snarls, stalking down the length of the room to glare at the expert. “She’s not dead! She can’t be.” 

Karen steps between the two men. She places a hand gently on Shawn’s chest. She wouldn’t touch most other people, but hell, she knew Shawn better than most of the other people in the building. And sometimes, a firm touch was the only way to at least slightly defuse the younger man. 

“She’s not dead,” Shawn repeats and Karen hears the pain in his voice acutely. 

“Go take a walk, Mr. Spencer. Take Mr. Guster with you,” Karen says, gently pushing him back. 

“She’s not dead, Chief.” 

“Shawn. Go take a walk. Calm down, clear your head. We’re operating under the assumption that she’s still alive unless we find evidence that says otherwise. So, just go take a damn walk. Both of you.” She directs the other half of the sentence to Guster, who’s standing at the other end of the room, his hands in his pockets, looking very worried. The lines on his forehead are pinched and he looks exhausted. 

“Come on, Shawn,” Guster calls. “You’re not going to help anyone by snarling at them.” 

Spencer turns, still fuming, and walks out of the room, Guster trailing quickly after him. She counts to thirty before turning to the expert. 

“Next time you want to mention stats like that for this specific case, wait until Mr. Spencer is not in the room. He may have punched you if I hadn’t interrupted,” Karen says. 

~Approximately two days later~

Karen stands in front of the door to the hospital room. She’s not quite sure what she’s doing here at 7 in the morning. Maybe it’s to calm Carlton down. He has bombarded her with a million texts and voicemails since she informed him that O’Hara had been found, with some injuries. That information had not been enough for the chief of the SBPD. Maybe it’s because she wants to be sure that O’Hara really is fine. Maybe it really is to try and take O’Hara’s statement, which is the excuse that Karen is currently operating under. 

She swallows the nerves down and gently pushes the door to the room open. It’s light enough out that she can see clearly without having to turn the light on. There’s only one bed in the room, as it is a single room. There is not, however, only one occupants of the hospital bed. Spencer’s sneakers have been kicked off and landed near the end of the bed in the middle of the floor. Curled on the bed together are Spencer and O’Hara. Both are still fast asleep. Of course, Spencer had called her around 7 o’clock the previous night. He was just lucky that Karen had still been at the SFPD. Iris had spent the night at a friend’s house and Richard had surprised her with dinner at the office. She has no idea how long everything in the hospital would have taken. Therefore, they probably haven’t been asleep all that long. 

Spencer’s face is pressed into O’Hara’s shoulder, and one arm is wrapped protectively around her. One of his hands is wrapped in hers. It’s sweet, Karen thinks, and then, huh, you’d never have guessed that O’Hara Juliet was the glue that kept our weird little group together.

GUS

Burton “Gus” Guster glances worriedly at his best friend, who’s a few steps ahead of him in the hallway. Shawn’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and Gus has watched him kick the wall every few feet. It’s worrying to see how quickly some aspects of Shawn’s facade have fallen. 

Gus has seen his best friend brother in all sorts of different situations from his parents’ divorce to the Yin-Yang killers to his dad being shot. Yet, this one seems to take the cake. Gus, himself, is quite worried as well as Juliet had become like a sister to him at some point during all these years. But, Shawn, he’s terrified. Gus knows how his best friend handles death. If Juliet really was dead, like that expert seemed to think, Gus is terrified to think about how Shawn would react. All he knows is that it wouldn’t be pretty. 

“Hey, Shawn! Are you alright?” Gus asks. 

“I’m fine, Gus,” Shawn says. 

“Dude, there’s no way you’re fine. Your wife was kidnapped and is still missing! Hell, even I’m not fine and Juliet isn’t my wife!” 

“I know that Gus! You really think I don’t know what the hell is happening?”  

“Dammit Shawn! You almost lost it on Chief Vick! You’re barely hanging by a thread! I haven’t seen you anywhere but here or at the Psych office!” 

“Psychphrancisco,” Shawn interrupts. 

“Fine, the Psychphrancisco office! You’re losing it, man! Have you even eaten anything other than some damn cereal or whatever other crap we have in the office?” 

“So? I can eat whatever the hell I want! You’re not my father!” 

“No, I’m your best friend and I’m worried about you! Okay, I’m worried about you!” 

“It’s Jules, Gus. Jules! I don’t know what the hell I’d do without her!” Shawn’s voice has gone quiet and Gus swallows. 

“I don’t know what to say to that.” Gus glances at his best friend again. 

“Gus, I’m doing my best, man.” 

“I know you don’t handle this kinda thing very well.” 

“C’mon son!” 

A small grin spreads across Gus’s face at the phrase. It’s a small reminder that this, hopefully, won’t break his best friend. 

~Approximately a day and a half later~

Gus glances at Juliet. She’s watching Shawn, who had stepped away to call Chief Vick. She’s shaking a little, but he’s not sure that she’s noticed. 

“You were gone a week,” he says suddenly, making her gasp. 

Shit, she didn’t know. Those bastards, he thinks. He’s also pretty sure he can see the wheels turning in her mind. 

“That long? How was he?” she asks, and it’s a very valid question. They are probably the only two people in the world who know Shawn like the back of their hands. 

“He almost lost it on Vick when someone mentioned that we were more likely to find a body.” 

“Of course he did. “Was it like it was after Henry was shot?” 

Gus swallows. “It was about the same. Vick tried to keep him off the case at one point. That did not work well. At least this time, when he went into the dangerous house, there were no bad guys with guns.”

#psych #carlton lassiter #karen vick #burton guster #gus guster #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #implied shules #implied shawn x juliet #my writing #vick has a lot of patience #she's dealing with three stressed terrified angry men #shawn's pov will hopefully be later this week #but have gus vick and lassie in the mean time #this was fun to write