Note: So, okay. This is my first ever story. I'm doing it in chapters, so forgive me. This is Shassie & Gules story. I hope you enjoy it! :)

For the ten plus years Carlton Lassiter has been with the Santa Barbara Police Department, he has had to deal with some truly revolting things. The nature of crimes have only become more grisly over the years and, having been exposed to the worst of them, he no longer feels sick to his stomach when he sees a body, no matter the amount of blood at the scene or the body's state of decay. His iron stomach can handle anything.

Leave it to O'Hara to mess that up for him.

"O'Hara?" Carlton asked the moment he arrived at the station that morning. His partner was hunched over the trashcan by her desk and, judging from the looks of things, had just gotten sick. Carlton's own stomach started twisting in reaction- for the first time in years.

"Carlton, after all this time, I think you can call me Juliet or some variation," Juliet said while dry-heaving.

"You, uh, feeling alright?" He asked some minutes later. The last thing Carlton needed was a sick partner.

"Gee, Carlton, I'm hunched over my trashcan and throwing up everything I've eaten the past twelve hours. I'm just fine, thanks," Juliet groused. She continued throwing out waspish remarks the next few minutes, most of them complaining about how horrible her dinner was last night and that it must have made her sick and so on, before getting back to work.

After a few hours of surreptitiously watching his partner do paperwork, with no more incidences, Carlton decided to attempt asking about how close she was to finishing that report. He never had the chance. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, Juliet's face once again took on a green tinge. She didn t have a chance to run to the lady s room; indeed, she barely managed to hit her trashcan. Again. Carlton sighed heavily.

"You okay, O'Har- Juliet?" he asked a bit gruffly while signaling to someone to change the bag in her trashcan for the second damn time that day. "Maybe you should go home?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean, no. I feel better already. Promise. It was probably just the food I ate last night," she says as she sends him a megawatt smile. Carlton accepted Juliet's statement without argument and turned back to the case file on his desk. It was shaping up to be a long day. If the chief weren t gone today and he weren't in charge, he'd get the hell out of there. He just got over the cold Shawn had given him... a cold in the middle of summer!... and he didn t want to get sick again, dammit.

Thinking of Shawn made him smile, though. His thoughts skipped around, reminding him of different moments: their first kiss... Shawn crying into Carlton's neck the day Gus had been a hostage during that bank case... the rapture on his face as he and Carlton cut the cake at their wedding... slow dancing under the stars last weekend, laughing as Shawn sang the music they were supposed to be dancing to... watching Shawn cook in the kitchen last night as he sang some 80s song into a spatula... pouting this morning because Carlton had told him he couldn't have a puppy... Shawn jumping onto his desk, squirming around while trying to get comfortable...

"Carly?" Shawn asked. Carlton snapped out of his daydream to see that Shawn actually had just jumped up onto his desk.

"Shawn? What are you doing here? I thought today you were going to be at the office?" Carlton looked up at the man sitting proudly in the middle of his desk.

"Since you're in charge today, I thought we could make use of the chief's office," Shawn said and winked. He turned to look over his shoulder at his best friend and bent up several sheets on Carlton's desk in the process.

"Shawn, get off of my desk," Carlton grumbled and reached out to pull the files from under Shawn's ass.

"Ah, Carlybear, are you busy then?" Shawn jumped down from Carlton's desk. He went to sit in Carlton's lap, but Carlton stopped him and ignored the fake little gasp Shawn let out. Carlton kept one hand and both eyes on the files spread out on his desk and used the other hand to reach out blindly to pull another chair up to his desk for Shawn.

"Shawn, sit down. In a chair," he added at the end when Shawn went to sit in his lap again.

"You're so mean, Lassieface. No fair." Shawn's pathetic whimpering sigh was almost believable. Carlton was able to keep from laughing, but it was hard. Shawn, as annoying as he was, knew he was cute.

"To make up for it, you should tell me all about your day," Shawn said as soon as he had settled in the chair and sneaked a foot into Carlton's lap.

It's going to be a long day, Carlton thought to himself yet again.

"Shawn..." Carlton began to say, but was cut off by Shawn's best friend.

"Dude, you are never feeding Juliet ever again," Gus informed Shawn with a stern expression firmly in place.

"I told her to avoid the chicken! That food was from last week, Gus. How is it my fault if she was trying to eat everything?" Shawn tried to reason, looking to Carlton for backup.

"Well, if you hadn't taken so long to order dinner, she wouldn't have had to eat your old leftovers while we waited," Gus tossed back at Shawn.

"May I remind you that you were the ones who showed up an hour late, Gus? I didn't wanna order and be stuck with cold patra ni macchi and room-temp shrikhand. That'd just be gross," Shawn rebutted.

As Gus opened his mouth to argue some more, Carlton just shook his head and turned back to his work.

It truly is going to be a long day. Despite himself, though, Carlton smiled.

End note: Hey, guys! This is the first chapter for my first ever fic! I hope you enjoy it. Leave me feedback, because I love happy stuffs. And if you completely hate this, tell me how I could improve! Thanks :)