Two is Better than One

Chapter 6

A/N: Hi! So sorry for taking so long to update, I didn't realize how long it had actually been. I did also go back and update and edit the previous chapters as I did make some changes for Chailyn, including her name, which is now Samantha. Thank you for being so patient and I hope you enjoy!

Shawn stopped on a small hill after leading Samantha and Gus through the woods. He looked ahead of them, then turned to the duo behind him with a grin on, "Ooh, just in time!"
Gus furrowed his brows in confusion, "For what?"
"The annual Civil War reenactors' meltdown." Shawn answered as his sister grabbed Gus by his shoulders and turned him towards the rehearsal.

He looked between the twins, "The event isn't until next weekend."
Samantha grinned, "Yes, but do you know what's better than the actual event?"
"The rehearsal! This is the part they should charge for." her twin finished.

Gus looked closer at the rehearsal in front of them, recognizing the man on the horse shouting directions, "Is that Lassiter?"
"Yup, he gets really into this," the younger twin replied.
"What died on his face?"

He didn't get an answer as Lassiter started the rehearsal with a bellowing, "Charge!"
The trio sat down on the picnic blanket Shawn had brought as the re-enactors followed the order. Shawn handed the other two sandwiches as they watched the scene below them. A few minutes into the mock battle, Lassiter brings it to a halt.

"Stop, stop! STOP!" He blew the bugle he had on him. "Okay guys, that was better. Really good actually." the detective stumbled through the words of encouragement before changing tracks. "Okay, it wasn't good. Look, guys, I know I promised last week that I wasn't going to give anymore notes. But, guys, come on, that last charge, it was... How do I say this? It was a soul-sucking embarrassment that made me ashamed to wear the uniform. Luke Bauer? Where's Luke?" He looked around for the man he was calling.

Said man stepped forward with a fake bayonet in his eye, "Colonel Lassiter, sir!" He saluted.

Samantha zoned out as the off-duty detective goes on to the poor man in front of him until Gus snaps her out of it.

"Muscum?"
Shawn's brow furrowed, "What the hell is a Muscum?"
"It was a very common name of the era." Gus quickly answered.
The older twin looked at him with a look that read, "why the hell do you know that".
"He learned it from the history channel." The younger twin stated.

Shawn groaned, "ESPN, Gus. Channel 206, I'm begging you," he perked up when he saw Juliet approach, "Hey Jules! Wanna join?"
The blonde smiled, "Oh, can I?"
The brunet man tilted his head in mock curiosity, "I don't know, do you own a hoop skirt?"
"I rent one."

Shawn got distracted before answering by Lassiter focusing his attention on a young woman wearing a Civil War era nurse uniform.
Swallowing any feelings of jealousy, Samantha stood up besides Juliet, "Anytime you want to stop entertaining him, feel free," she joked.
Juliet's brow furrowed slightly, "Entertaining him? I'm not- I'm just talking to him the same way he talks to everyone."
"Sure, whatever you say Jules," she nudged her partner lightly, "Because his natural communication, especially with people of the opposite gender, is flirting."

The two were interrupted by an outburst from Shawn, "I agree, it was totally out of line!" He paused when the re-enactors looked over at them, "Sorry, I didn't think you could hear that!"

Lassiter clenched his jaw and a fist before turning back to the young woman, "Sally, sweet Sally," he put a hand on her shoulder and started to lead her to the bridge, "If you do not point your gun at Captain Quantrill and fire at the prescribed moment, the audience will not be able to make heads nor tails of what we are doing." He jumped into the dry creek bed and walked over to the man laying on the ground. "And it will appear as if the evil Captain Quantrill, now being portrayed by our horrifyingly method-acting Nelson Poe who happened to roll way off his mark, by the way, fell off his horse and is lying here for no apparent reason at all," he paused angrily and nudged him with his foot.
"Get up, Nelson. Nelson, I swear to God, if you're sleeping through rehearsal again... I said get up!"