Unbearable

Another Spencer? (1)

▪︎Lassiter's POV▪︎

I continue staring at the paperwork that I, as Head Detective of the SBPD, was required to sign before there was a new hire at the station, not bothering to hide the look of disgust plastered on my face. Another Spencer? Did I do something to offend the universe? I am interrupted from my thoughts by Juliet walking past me.

"Did you see this?" I ask, holding up the paper and then pointing at it for extra emphasis.

She stops and leans in, looking at it.

"The new hire sheet? Yeah." She says simply, obviously preoccupied.

"It says (Y/N) Spencer."

"Yeah! I'm really looking forward to meeting her. Shawn hasn't shut up about it and how (Y/N), Gus, and him are going to be 'the new Charlie's Angels, but cooler and with less hairspray.'" She says, laughing and shaking her head.

"Aren't Charlie's Angels a group of girls?" I ask, scrunching my face in confusion.

She shrugs.

"I'm not signing this. I would rather climb a pine tree naked." I complain, putting the paper back on my desk.

Cheif Vick pokes her head out of her office and looks at Juliet and me, "(Y/N) and Mr.Spencer, Senior, will be here in 10. I expect you in my office to welcome them."

I groan loudly.

She steps out of her office the rest of the way and crosses her arms, "Detective, she is perfectly qualified and her references had nothing but good things to say."

She probably paid them.

"Come on, Cheif. We can't have another Spencer." I argue.

"Why not?" She asks, obviously annoyed with me.

"Then they, with Burton, will have us outnumbered. Who knows what crackpot things they'll do when they're unchecked." I explain, praying that I'll put some sense into her.

"I doubt that very much."

Without another word, she scoffs and retreats back into her office.

Coward.

▪︎(Y/N) POV▪︎

"You ready?" My dad asks from the drivers seat of his car.

"Yeah!" I respond, forcing a nervous smile and starting to open the car door.

"Run me by what I taught you again, I want to make sure you remember." My dad, Henry Spencer, says effectively stopping me from getting out.

I laugh, "'if you think it's something Shawn would do, don't do it.'"

He nods in approval. "Good. Let's go, Cheif Vick is not a patient lady and Lord knows that Detective Lassiter is just waiting for a reason to criticize you, being late would be a field day for him."

Both he and Shawn have warned me that the Head Detective would be out to get me.

"Why does he want me to fail so badly?"

"Remember what I taught you?"

"About not being like Shawn?"

"Yeah. There's a reason. Let's just say that your brother's, uh..."

"Stunts?" I offer.

He nods and continues, "his stunts are not exactly police protocol and the Detective is a stickler for the rules."

"Ah, I see. So he thinks I'll be just like him." I conclude.

"Exactly. Now let's go for real this time," he jokes.

Taking a deep breath I open the door and walk up the sidewalk and the steps of the SBPD Building.

Here goes nothing.