Carlton Lassiter Imagines, One-shots, ETC

Imagine #1 - Lassiter and You Meet at the Shooting Range

 As I approach the shooting range building I can't help but notice a light is on inside. The place should be closed, I had to bribe someone to get in tonight, so who's in there? The place seems relatively quiet as I enter until I reach the actual place where you fire your gun.

I creek open the door, peering threw trying to spot the mysterious practicing shooter. Unfortunately my vision is blocked, leaning farther forward I crane my neck trying to see...and instead end up face first on the floor. I push myself up off the floor rubbing my poor nose that took the blunt of the fall. The sound of gun shots echos in the range area, all in quick secession with short breaks, probably to reload. Sounds like someone is angry about something.

Nearing the shooter I manage to hear them muttering of something during the reloading, "Darn that Spencer, stealing my cases!" and then more shots. I look around the separator between shooting stations. A tall man wearing a dress shirt and a cross body gun holster is shooting at a absolutely decimated target. With a quiet laugh I retreat behind the separator. Well he wants to shoot so why not let him. I pull my gun out, aim, and fire. Three shots, one in the head, heart, and gut.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here? This place is closed." A gruff voice questions from behind me.

"Well I could ask you the same questions sir," I put my gun down before turning around, "I have permission to be here right now by the owner, and he said nothing about a very tall and angry man that is also going to be here demolishing a target."

"I am not angry, and I have permission to be here as well," The man gestures to his belt, on it I see a police badge.

"Ooh a cop huh? Is Spencer your superior or something?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"When you where shooting you said something about someone named Spencer stealing your cases."

"Oh god no, I'm Head Detective Carlton Lassiter of the SBPD, and Spencer is just a man the department hires." The man, Carlton Lassiter, readjusts his tie and straightens himself as if trying to look impressive. The cute action drastically contrasts the previous angry one and I can't help but laugh.

"Are-are you laughing at me? I'll have you know I am a very -"

"No no I'm not laughing at you well I mean I am laughing but not at you, I laughing at-well you. Not like that though! I'm uh going to shut up now..." Rubbing the back of my neck I look at the ground. Now I'm embarrassed I just sounded so dumb. Why did I all the sudden start blabbering? The following awkward silence seems to stretch on for an unbearable amount of time.

"You have good aim." The man-Carlton says breaking the ice. The mesmerized look on his face as he looks at my target tells me a lot about this man Carlton.

"I would say the same about you but it's kinda hard to tell how good your aim is."

"I might have gone a little overboard, normally I'm a very good shot."

"A little overboard?" I scoff, "That is quite an understatement mister Head Detective. Well I came here to ease my stress and it's definitely a success. With your help of course Head Detective, so thank you. I hope your Spencer problem gets better." I grab my gun putting it away before moving to leave.

"Me too."

I stop walking, without thinking I turn around, "Hey wanna get a drink sometime?"

As this is my first time writing Carlton or anyone like him, his character may not be on point. But practice makes perfect.