Hold Me, and Give Me Pineapple

Don't leave the bed cold

Lassiter's Perspective
Carlton Lassiter rolls over, almost crushing the young psychic, noisily sleeping by his side. He runs his fingers through his snarly hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. He tries to quietly dress in the blue, head detective uniform, before tip-toeing into the apartment's kitchen. Lassiter is just starting up the coffee maker, when Shawn walks in, his soft brown hair bed-tousled.
"Morning. " grumbles the detective.
"Lassie. You left the bed cold!" Whined Shawn staring at carlton's quickly moving hands. Lassiter glances away, ashamed of what happened last night. He knew that he shouldn't have let Shawn in in the first place. So why did he? Did Carlton Lassiter, head detective of the Santa Barbra Police station, actually love Shawn Spencer? No, I don't! How could I? He is just a scrawny childish man. Where as, I, am head detective.
As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he immediately felt bad.
"Hey, Lassie! Woo- hoo! Lassie!" Carlton stares at Shawn.
"What? Oh right, sorry. Yeah, um, coffee?" He gives Shawn a sly smile, feeling his face heat up. In just a fraction of a second, Shawn has his arms around Carlton, tickling his neck with his warm breath. Lassie can't help but sink into the sweet kiss, spinning Shawn around so that he is pressed against the counter. Shawn jumps up onto the counter, and wraps his arms around Carlton's neck, while Carlton wraps his around Shawn's waist, pushing him farther onto the counter. A mug of coffee falls, and the brown liquid drips to the white tile floor. Soon, there is a sharp nock on the front door. The detective is forced to pull away as he rushes to clean up the mess.
"Shawn, you better go. But go out the fire escape." He turns to Shawn, who looks once at lassie before running into the bedroom.
Lassiter smoothes his uniform, before walking slowly to the door. There's another loud nock, and the detective still feels his lips tingling. He opens the door.
"Hello Carlton. You okay in there? Uh, I heard Yesterday, something fall..." His partner, detective O' Hara is standing there.
"Oh, yep. I'm fine. Just dropped my coffee. " he says, shyly smiling.
"Ooh, coffee,. Leave any for me?" She asks, standing on her toes trying to catch a glimpse of the "crime" scene.
"I think I dropped it all, how 'bout we get something on the way out?" He quickly says, catching a glimpse of Shawn still lingering in the bedroom.
Before his partner can respond, he locks the door and pull Juliet away to the main lobby, knowing that Shawn has an extra key.
At the station, Shawn and Lassie try to avoid each other, occasionally bumping into each other in the halls.whenever they met, Shawn would just smile before leaving Lassie alone. Then it all happened so fast. The next day was a blur, simply investigating another case, like any other day. Shawn hadn't returned that night night, which disappointed Lassie, but there was also an understanding. It was time to lay low for a few days before Shawn would return, escaping from his dad's house for the night. Yes, it was time to just focus on the case for a bit. Shawn would have to wait.
"What do we have here, O' Hara?" Asks Lassie, at the crime scene.
"Murder. Gunshots to the head. We are bringing him to Woody, although the gunman was a good one."
"Are there any suspects, no traces of another shooter, or some kind of struggle?"
"No." She looks down at the body. "Well, whoever it was, he new how to clean up after himself." Observed the detective.
"Shawn! Over here, you got anything?"
"No, wait! Wait! Yes! Yes! Sure thing I do! Jules, ow old was he? Oh, never mind, 34. Had a wife. Uh, they were in some kind of argument! Filing for, uh..."
"Divorce, Shawn." Says Lassiter, watching Shawn in a secret likening. The way he throws his hands up in the air when he has a vision, and jumping when he solved something. Lassiter's skin tingled. It was the soft touch of Shawn's lips against his,a couple nights ago. It seemed so long ago, the warm touch of Shawn against his own was just a faint image now. "Hey, Lassie, you seem kind of out of it the past couple of days. Why don't you get a drink real quick?" O' Hara touches his shoulder, looking some what worried.
"Yeah, okay. Thank partner." He grumbles, walking away to the victim's kitchen. A few minutes later, gunshots. Lassiter runs in, and sees Shawn sprawled among the floor. Blood pools from his head. He sprints after the gunman, while the others are quickly hurrying to stop the bleeding and get a ambulance in. Then everything else is a blur;
Carton wrestling the gunman to the floor,
Sirens,
A stretcher
The hospital
And voices. A jumble of shouting, and worry. The doctor, yelling "clear!" every ten seconds.