Almost a full week had past since Christmas, and the Christmas kiss. Carlton and Shawn spoke no word of it, and Lassiter acted as if it never happened. Shawn was actually ok with that, it was all part of his plan, a plan that would resume tonight, at exactly midnight on new years. A mistletoe kiss was traditional, but the new years kiss said something, it said the thing Shawn would never be able to say in person. 'I love you Carlton'

It was 15 minutes to midnight, and Shawn hadn't actually been to the station since the day after Christmas to take down his mistletoe, but even than he was in and out in 5 minutes. Now he and Gus strode into the building singing 'and a happy new year.' completely skipping the 'we wish you a merry Christmas part'.

Juliet smiled and made her way over to them, which in the terms of cause and effect, made Gus smile at her. They had been 'flirting' back and forth since Shawn confessed to Gus how he felt about the head detective. He never told Juliet, but she found on her own, she called it girls intuition, Gus called it 'Shawn was being too obvious and half the department knows.'

"Hey guys, you going to watch the ball drop from here?" she asked with a flirty smile directed at Gus. Shawn couldn't help but smile, is that what he looked like when he used to flirt with Juliet? "That depends, is Lassie working tonight?" Shawn questioned as he looked around for his favorite detective, Juliet smiled and pointed toward the interrogation rooms.

"Christmas present robbery, right out of the family's house, he's been interrogating for half an hour." She explained with a depressed tone, who would steal Christmas presents right out of a families home? "He should be done any minute now." As if it was a timer, Carlton rounded the corner from the interrogation room 6 with a coffee in his hand and a satisfied look on his face.

He stopped the second he saw Shawn watching him, and had half a mind to walk right back into the interrogation room and hide for the rest of his shift. He was bigger than that, so he put his head down and quickly made his way to his desk. Juliet and Gus noticed the expression of hurt on Shawn's face, and instantly felt like they had to do something and that something was get the hell out of there.

"Hey Juliet it's 10 minutes till the ball drops, would you like to go watch some of the musical performances?" he held out an arm to lead her to the TV "I'd love to, I'm just a little upset I have no one to kiss at midnight." She hinted as they began toward the other side of the room.

"I can help you with that." Gus flirted with a charm in his voice. Shawn already knew Gus planned on kissing her at the ball drop, he'd promised himself he'd kiss her the second Shawn announced he was going to kiss Lassiter whether he liked it or not… and he really hoped he like it.

Shawn turned back to the detective who was now sitting at his desk finishing off the last of a case report. Carlton's suit jacket was off, revealing that he was wearing the gun holster Shawn had given him a week before. A smile wore it's way to Shawn's lips as he examined the Irishmen, his muscles tightening as he gripped the pen, his shoulders supporting the holster and his posture still unremarkably perfect.

"It looks good." He complimented taking barely a step forward, Carlton tried not to blush but when he failed himself he kept his head down and muttered thanks. The clock read 11:53 pm and Shawn was beginning to wonder if Lassiter was even going to come and watch the ball drop. He turned around and took not of the several officers already lined up in front of the TV.

Shawn hesitated before going to stand next to Lassie's desk, careful not to sit on it or stand to close as too annoy him. It was actually the last thing he wanted today. "Are you going to watch the ball drop?"

"No." … that was it, no explanation like he always gave, no complaint that Shawn was annoying him just a plain no.

"Why not?" He pressed further taking note that at this point Carlton would tense up and start yelling, but he was still completely relaxed. "I don't want too." He growled out as he continued his paper work. Shawn just stood there, unsure of what to say, should he give up or keep pressing?

Lassiter looked up at the confused psychic and felt a bit or worry burrow into his emotions. He pulled out another chair and looked back at Spencer. "Want to sit down?" he offered politely, wondering what the hell had gotten into him to offer something as such. Shawn was taken back by the offer, once more confused on what he should do. "You wouldn't mind?" was all that he could think to say.

Carlton thought for a moment before ushering once more to the chair. "Yeah, you're not as annoying today as normal." it felt harsh, was it too harsh, should he have been nicer. Wait why did he care, he was still pondering why he was offering it to him in the first place. He muttered thanks and sat down, wondering what he could say, with only 4 minutes left until the New Year.

He looked around for something that might strike up a conversation, he looked over toward Gus and Juliet who were standing close together and whispering, than over at the hall leading to the interrogation rooms, should he ask about the case perp he just questioned? Than his eyes fell on the holster around the detectives shoulders, it really did look good on him, outlining his muscles and such.

"I'm glad you like It." he blurted out quickly. Lassiter turned his head to the psychic sitting beside him, who looked like he was blushing lightly, but it was hard to tell because he was keeping his head down. "Thanks again, Shawn. My old one wasn't in the best condition." He replied back, not bothering to finish his report anymore.

A smile nipped at the corner of Spencer's lips and he tilted his head up, bringing his fingers to his forehead in his psychic position before letting out a charming "I know." Carlton rolled his eyes and forced down a grin at the playful mockery. "Where did you get this anyway?" he asked in a serious tone, it wasn't that he actually wanted to know, well he did but it was more to strike up conversation.

"Oh I know a guy." Shawn smile changed from his all knowing grin to a more devious form maybe even a little flirty. A silence past between them, a comfortable silence, one where they both held a beam, and a happy glance. A silence that could actually define the moment they were having if not interrupted by the banter and cheer from the other officers.

Shawn turned his head to see what was going on, it wasn't midnight yet… was it? "59, 58, 57, 56" they'd just started the one minute countdown. Was he going to do it? No he couldn't Lassiter would kill him, and everyone was watching, well they weren't watching but it was as easy as turning your head and someone was caught. Than again half the department already knew of his little 'Crush'.

"55, 54, 53, 52." Did that matter right now, before he was in a position where he could easily use the mistletoe as an excuse out. A new year's kiss was an act of a willing person, not a fun Christmas tradition he had to honor because he hung the damn thing. The counting continued and Shawn was weighing his options. Watching as Lassiter kept an eye on the counters at the TV screen.

Things were getting fuzzy, and the countdown was already down to 26 when Shawn had zoned back in to take a look at Lassie. He was smiling, not one of those half hearted smiles, his lips were up and his white teeth exposed, his eyes danced with excitement as he gazed at the group of people counting down the ball drop. Shawn zoned out again trying to figure out what to do.

If he kissed Carlton what would happen after that? Would it be the same as the other kiss where they just pretended like it never happened? He'd had this all planned out so nicely before coming in, than again everything always is easier said than done. He didn't want to chicken out, he promised himself, than again he didn't want to piss Lassie off or be rejected in front of the entire station.

If he didn't do it now would he ever have another chance, would he want another chance? By the time Shawn finally made up his mind the count down was at 3 seconds left. He let out a sigh in defeat and waited out the last few seconds. The numbers echoing in his head as he new he'd probably regret the decision he was making.

"3, 2, 1" cheer erupted through out the station, and Shawn dove forward, latching his hand to Lassiter's neck and bringing him forward just like before. He was kissing him before he could get a reaction from the detective, and the entire place seemed to disappear when he felt an arm wrap around his waist pull hi closer, and the kiss being returned.

No one existed anymore; it was just the two of them for what seemed like hours. They'd rather run out of breath than break apart, unfortunately that wasn't an option and Shawn pulled back panting for air. Carlton had really taken the breath from him. Speaking of which, Carlton was smiling at him, an eye quirked up as he realized how out of breath Spencer was.

Finally wind returned to him and he looked over at the smiling detective "Merry Christmas Shawn." He whispered as he gave him a peck on the cheek, mocking what he'd done before. "And a Lassie new year." Shawn leaned in but instead of a kiss on the cheek, he captured his lips again, not caring about how out of breath this next kiss would leave him.