Title: A Scanner in the Night Chapter 6/6 COMPLETE
Author: mysteriousgirl4
Beta: jadecastle6, who tirelessly works to improve my stories. And who gets increasingly annoyed with how my chapters get longer and longer. Lol.
Rating: NC-17 for hot slash action
Words: 5,155 (I know, it's huge.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or its characters and I make no profit from this story. I tried to own 'em once, but apparently the security on the lot are allowed to confiscate chloroform and cord rope. Nazi's.
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter *drools*
A/N's: FINAL CHAPTER! Sorry for the delay, this story started out as being an experimental first fic and has taken on a life of its own. What started out as a two, maybe three chapter fic has quickly become six! Thank-you to all of you that have been impressively patient and have followed this story to the end. Thank-you for all your reviews and support! I'd love to know what people think of the ending so review, comment, mash the keyboard in approval. I'm easy.
Summary: Some questions get answered, slashiness happens, someone may or may not mention Eskimos. The story ends. (All references to Lassie's holster can be blamed on jadecastle6).

Carlton Lassiter had once faced down three armed criminals with nothing but his sidearm. He had even shot a man and faced a review board that had the power to take away his beloved job and reputation. As a police officer, he had faced more dangerous and heart pounding situations than most people did in a lifetime.

But standing over Shawn Spencer with just a mere inch separating them, his lips tingling with the feel of Shawn's hot breath, Lassiter could swear his heart was pounding so hard that people in Anaheim could hear it.

He studied the face of the man before him as though he was seeing it for the first time.

The other night at the Psych office and the warehouse play-date that preceded it, hardly seemed real to him now. That dark dusty warehouse, the extremely late hour, the stillness of the beachside township and the relative unfamiliarity of the Psych office had made the events of the night seem surreal somehow. Lassiter had to keep reminding himself that it had all actually happened.

"Lassie are you actually frozen? Or am I in a bad ClockStoppers sequel?"

Lassiter blinked and cleared his throat. He knew he needed to respond, he just couldn't form the words in his head. Every time he thought he knew what to say, he got distracted by the memories and images that flashed through his mind.

"Hmm…I…Te……You….Me……….Suh…"

Shawn's confident half smile widened into a dazzling full blown grin. He let out a breath of laughter that Lassiter felt brush softly past his own lips again.

"Don't tell me I've rendered you speechless Lassie-Face? I'll have to remember how I did that for later."

He said it quietly, voice lower than the Detective was used to hearing it. It made something in his brain snap. Lassiter jerked the outstretched hand that was still clutching the handcuffs toward him. As his and Shawn's entwined hands hit Lassiter's chest, Lassiter pressed his lips down onto Shawn's.

This kiss was different than the night before.

There was no urgency, simply a soft exploration of each others mouths. After the initial shock of contact wore off, their lips touched softly, opened slightly, tongues meeting greedily. Lassiter took Shawn's bottom lip between his teeth and lightly grazed it, causing Shawn to moan quietly. He gently teased, licked and pulled back a little with each kiss, forcing Shawn to come closer and closer to maintain the contact.

Eventually the young man stood up from the desk and pressing his entire length against the older man's, craned his neck to deepen the kiss. Shawn's hands, still clutching the handcuffs, were trapped in between their heaving chests. Lassie was driving him crazy.

He couldn't even grope the Detective!

Their need for air eventually broke them apart. Shawn was staring up at Lassiter with a newfound appreciation. Who knew the buttoned down Detective was such a tease? Lassiter pocketed the cuffs, sat himself in the desk chair, leaned back and linked his fingers together over his stomach. He looked up at Shawn with the hint of a smile on his face and in his brightened eyes.

Shawn continued to stare at the Detective, somewhat confused.

"Don't tell me I've rendered you speechless, Spencer. I'll have to remember how I did that for later."

Shawn leaned back against the desk behind him and swallowed deeply.

"No! Not speechless…"

Lassiter nodded in agreement.

"Of course not, never speechless."

Shawn continued as though he hadn't spoken.

"…just surprised."

Lassiter's eyebrows crinkled a little but he maintained that amused look and continued to stare into the Psychic's eyes as though he could see straight through him. It was kinda making Shawn uncomfortable.

"Why would you be surprised?"

Shawn feigned being deep in thought as he sat back up on the desk, tucking one leg underneath him.

"Hmm. For a couple of reasons actually."

Lassiter tilted his head slightly.

"Such as?"

Shawn started ticking them off with his fingers.

"I'm surprised at your superior skills at the art of the teasing kiss. Damn Detective!"

Lassiter nodded as the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Spencer. I have other skills besides being an expert marksman."

Shawn felt a tingle travel up his spine and continued.

"I'm surprised that you just turned into Boldy McBold from Boldytown! You just kissed me while standing at your desk, in your place of work, where anyone could catch you."

Lassiter's forehead crinkled.

"I thought you said everyone was gone?"

Shawn nodded.

"They are, but you have no way of knowing that."

The Detective didn't miss a beat.

"A lot of the times I've thought about kissing you I've been sitting at this very desk. It seemed fitting. As for the possibility of being caught, well, I guess I got carried away. Though there is something to be said for adrenaline enhancing an experience."

Lassiter absently licked his lips while he adjusted his position in his chair.

If Shawn didn't know any better, he would think that Lassiter was trying to make him hard without actually touching him.

He liked this Lassiter sitting in front of him, all smoldering and sexy and confident. He raked his eyes up and down the Detective before him, noting the increased breathing, flushed face and moistened lips. Shawn decided this was definitely a Lassiter he wanted to see more of, to bring out more often.

Shutting his mouth once he realized it had been gaping, Shawn forced himself to concentrate on what he had to say next. He needed to sound casual, offhand.

"I'm also surprised that you didn't run out the door the second you saw me."

At this Lassiter's sexy smile faltered and he blinked.

"What are you talking about?"

Shawn threw his arms up a little in exasperation, reminding Lassiter of the times Spencer would flail around while having a 'revelation'.

"C'mon Lassie! Since last night you've been frostier than an Eskimo eating a super slushie! You run off this morning when Gus walks in AND you try to keep me off a case under pain of defenestration. Then when I find out about the case anyway, because Jules has such a big mouth, I come in here and you flee like African bees are chasing you! Now I get that every man is entitled to his hetero freak out but there's no need to…"

Shawn had expected Lassie to act any number of ways after being confronted about his behaviour. Nervous, defensive, angry or even defeated. What he didn't expect was what he got.

Laughter.

Lassiter was laughing at him. Shawn lifted his eyebrow in confusion which apparently only made Lassiter laugh harder.

"What's so funny?"

After a moment Lassiter choked out:

"That's what you think? And we pay you to be Psychic?!"

That sent him off into a fresh bout of chuckles. Shawn was still confused and maybe a little concerned that the Detective had blown a fuse or something.

"Lassie, the laughing? It's kinda creepin' me out. I don't think I've actually seen you laugh before. Ever. I've seen you smile when you busted your date at our high school reunion but…."

Lassiter finally managed to get his laughter under control, interrupting what he knew would turn into an unnecessarily long speech.

"You have it all wrong Spencer!"

The way he emphasized the 'all wrong' part made Shawn bristle a little. Shawn shut his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Firstly, we just made out in the middle of the station, I think you can call me Shawn. And secondly: Oh really? Explain how."

Lassiter sighed.

"When Guster walked in I panicked, I'll admit. But not because he caught us, but because he looked so shocked at seeing you with me! I figured you two had to talk things over and I thought I would only get in the way and make the situation more awkward. So I left. I went home, got changed and came in and told O'Hara not to bother you because I assumed you and Guster would need time to bond or talk or play hide and seek or something. Or whatever it is you two do that has you finishing each others sentences and bumping fists all the time."

Shawn looked off into the distance for a second and let his mind flash back to that morning. He saw the moment Gus interrupted in great detail. He focused on Lassiter's face. He saw the Detective throw a look at him and Gus and then run off. The look in the older man's face was….concerned? How had he missed that?

Shawn looked back at Lassiter who was smiling again expectantly.

"Oh. So you were…awwww! Lassie-Face! I didn't know you cared!"

The Detective rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't get all sappy on me, I don't handle gratitude well, makes me itchy. In fact, how about from now on if I do something….you know…nice, you just pretend it never happened."

Shawn smiled.

"I think I can handle that. It'll be a great acting challenge but I'm up to it. You know I've been on television right?"

Lassiter sighed.

"Yes Spencer, I know."

"I told you to call me Shawn."

"Yes, you did."

Shawn never could resist the urge to tease Lassie, it was just too much fun. But he pressed on. There was still something he needed to know.

"Well I guess that explains a lot. You're obviously masquerading as a big tall meanie when you're really a giant cuddly teddy bear with a love heart sewn into its tummy. However!"

And here the Psychic jumped off the desk for dramatic effect and pointed down at the Detective sitting before him.

"You still ran off when you saw me walk in here today. You can't tell me that you were trying to give me space because Gus and I were obviously still bestest buds. Can you explain THAT?!"

The Psychic adopted a smug look.

Lassiter nodded.

"I will, but you'll have to come with me first."

Shawn cocked his head to one side.

"Why? Where are we going? Are you taking me to a surprise party? Is there cake? Is it of the pineapple upside-down variety?"

Lassiter tried to interrupt but the Psychic was unshakeable.

"No, it can't be because I would know about it. No-one throws me surprise parties because I always figure it out. Gus is a terrible secret keeper. So where are you taking me really? Are you trying to get me alone? Ply me with kinky sex to keep from answering my question? Because I gotta be honest with you Lassie. If that's your plan, it'll probably work…"

"SHAWN!"

Lassiter's commanding voice stopped him dead and he grinned and patted the Detective on the shoulder.

"I knew you could call me by my first name, now was that so hard?"

Lassiter threw his hands up in the air.

"I swear to god Spencer, sometimes you irritate me so much I could just…"

"Aw c'mon! What happened to Shawn?"

Lassiter took a deep breath.

"When you bug me I'm gonna call you Spencer. Now will you just shut up for five seconds and come with me?"

Shawn shrugged.

"Sure Lassie, why didn't you say so in the first place?"

Lassiter rolled his eyes again in exasperation but led the way, walking out of the bullpen and to the hallway. They came to the stairs leading down into the evidence and interrogation rooms, Lassiter descending them first while the younger man followed dutifully behind. Shawn noted the old tenseness return to the Detective's shoulders, but lost the battle with himself not to let his eyes rove over the Detective's body while his back was turned. Shawn's eyes lingered on the Detective's butt and he had to suppress a grin.

Eventually they found themselves outside the evidence room and Lassiter was sorting through a big keychain he had produced from his pocket, trying to find the right one.

Now Shawn really was confused. Lassiter wanted to work a case NOW? The flirting and everything had just gotten good. Finding out that Lassiter didn't want to intrude on his and Gus's friendship had been unexpected, sweet, and thoughtful and maybe a little bit of a turn on.

Lassiter's ability to surprise him was part of the reason he was so drawn to the man in the first place. Just when you thought you had him figured out he'd go and do something completely unexpected. And for Shawn, who had to admit he got bored easily, it was a hugely attractive quality.

Lassiter finally found the correct key, unlocked the door and flicked the light switch. When he stood back and gestured for Shawn to enter, Shawn shot Lassiter with a curious expression. He walked in and scanned the room, catching a flash of something silver to his left. He quickly turned his head and then he saw it.

Black, chrome and leather.

Sitting among boxes of paperwork and zip locked bags with shoes and jewellery and other assorted items was his motorbike. Shawn's jaw dropped.

"My bike! How did you…?"

Lassiter was leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets looking at the bike.

"When you walked in this morning I saw you and I remembered that your bike had been stolen. I ran off to put out the APB and put a couple of patrol cops on it. I would have done it earlier but I had other things on my mind."

Here his eyes flicked over to Shawn and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The patrol cops didn't have any luck so I went out and looked for it myself. Found it at a pawnshop on 4th Street. The shop owner didn't want to part with it but the charge of possession of stolen property made him more co-operative. I brought it back here and it had to be dusted for prints in case those guys from the warehouse left any on it. So once they were done I cleaned it up a bit. They don't clean the fingerprint dusting powder off for you-"

Lassiter words were cut off by a body hitting his at full speed. Arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into a tight hug. The Detective was too caught off guard to react, so when the younger man finally let him go his cheeks were a little red. Shawn's grin was so bright it was almost blinding.

"I know I'm not supposed to make a big thing out of it when you do something nice and I tried, but maybe I'm not that good of an actor. I mean it was only a tellanovella. I barely speak Spanish."

Lassiter straightened up and pulled at the bottom of his shirt in an attempt to keep his hands busy.

"That's okay. I could get used to being thanked like that. Just warn me next time."

The two men stood in silence for a moment. Shawn admiring his bike and Lassiter flicking glances between the bike and Shawn. He was secretly thrilled at Shawn's reaction. After all, he had felt it was partially his fault that Shawn had lost it in the first place.

Shawn suddenly spun around and put his hands up in the 'stop' gesture.

"Hold on a second, so you were not having a hetero freak-out?"

Lassiter shook his head

"No."

"You have no problem with what happened between us last night?"

Lassiter paused and shook his head again.

"Absolutely not. You were right. I'd been thinking about it for a while."

Shawn rolled his eyes.

"Then what the hell are we doing just standing here?"

Shawn all but leapt at the Detective, hungrily kissing him while running his hands over the Detective's arms, back, shoulders and stomach. Lassiter responded in kind, running his hands up and down the Psychic's back, allowing his hands to ghost over the cleft at the top of Shawn's backside.

For the second time that day, they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Shawn stopped his attempt to give Lassiter a tongue massage and rested his forehead against Lassiter's chest. He mumbled to no-one in particular.

"Not again."

Lassiter cleared his throat but made no move to extricate himself from Shawn.

"Evening McNab."

Shawn spun around. He'd expected it to be Gus again. That at least would have been easier to deal with than the tall officer with the shocked expression standing in front of them.

Shawn separated himself from Lassiter and ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey Buzz."

Buzz McNab had come down to evidence to return some files he had been sorting through at home, trying to make headway with some older cases in the hopes of getting some extra credit from the Chief. When he'd spotted the two people entangled together he went to leave immediately, until he recognized who they were. He definitely hadn't been expecting that.

"Uh…hi Shawn, Detective Lassiter. ……nice night isn't it?"

Shawn and Lassiter looked at each other. Shawn decided to go first.

"Yeah, it is. So uh… Buzz…how's the little boycat?"

Buzz seemed glad to avoid talking about what he had just walked in on.

"Oh! He's great! We bought him a little ball thing that rolls everywhere with a stuffed squirrel attached to it. He loves it. Chases the thing all over the house."

Shawn smiled a little.

"Well that's good. So you uh…you got some files there or something?"

Buzz looked down at the files in his arms. He seemed almost confused to see them there for a second until he remembered what he was there for.

"Oh yeah! I'll just…"

Shawn and Lassiter moved out of the doorway so that Buzz could put the files away. After he disappeared behind a shelf, Lassiter and Shawn turned to each and tried to silently communicate what they were both thinking: What do we do?

When Buzz emerged from the evidence room and stood outside the door for a moment looking back and forth between the two men, he realized they weren't going to say anything and he decided to speak up.

"Well goodnight then!"

The two men answered back reflexively.

"Night Buzz."

"Night McNab"

The officer almost sprinted off up the stairs. Once he was around the corner and out of sight Shawn scuffed a foot against the linoleum while Lassiter let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Hey… guys?"

Buzz had appeared at the top of the stairs again.

Shawn and Lassiter looked up from their respective worried thoughts. Buzz seemed to falter on what he wanted to say.

"I…um…look…I…"

Lassiter got impatient.

"What is it McNab?"

Buzz swallowed and forced himself to speak.

"What goes on between two people is none of my business and it would be wrong of me to judge or to tell others what I saw."

Buzz noticed that Shawn looked a little relieved but that Lassiter's expression hadn't changed. He thought maybe he had said the wrong thing.

"I just…I thought I should say that. I'll go now."

He was halfway down the hall when he heard Lassiter's voice calling after him.

"McNab!"

Buzz stopped and let his shoulders droop as he walked back down the hallway. Lassiter and Shawn came back into sight and they hadn't moved. Lassiter turned to face Buzz and put his hands in his pockets. Buzz stood up a little straighter and cleared his throat.

"Yes Detective Lassiter?"

Lassiter glanced over at Shawn then looked back up at Buzz.

"Your anniversary is coming up isn't it?"

Buzz smiled a little in spite of himself at the thought of his wife.

"Yes sir, three weeks and two days."

"Do you have the time off work?"

Buzz frowned a little.

"No sir, I have a patrol detail that weekend."

"Not anymore you don't. I think I'll take that patrol detail if you don't mind. You'll have to occupy yourself elsewhere."

Buzz slowly grinned wide.

"Wow! I mean, of course Detective Lassiter, if you think that's best."

"I do. I'll see you tomorrow Officer."

Buzz took the hint and left after a quick wave to Shawn who smiled and waved back. He sped off down the hall, impatient to tell his wife that they could go on that ski weekend after all.

Back outside the evidence room Lassiter dropped his head and smiled a little before glancing over at Shawn. Who was staring at him with a big smile on his face.

"What?"

"You. You just…"

Lassiter held up a hand.

"What did I say about the ignoring when I'm nice?"

Shawn seemed to ponder this for a minute.

"Okay, okay. How about this instead?"

Shawn pushed Lassiter backward into the evidence room and turned to quickly shut the door behind him. He grabbed Lassiter by his holster and led him over to his motorbike, gently pushing Lassiter down so he was sitting sideways on the motorbike's seat. The Detective allowed himself be manhandled as the Psychic's eyes were suddenly full of a determined fire he hadn't seen before and it had him absolutely captivated.

Shawn stood over the Detective and grabbed for his chin, tilting it up so that he could lean down and roughly kiss the lips he was beginning to develop an addiction for. Mouths quickly parted and their tongues battled, their breath coming in short bursts. They dueled for supremacy, not because they both wanted the upper hand, but because the battle was what they both needed.

In between kisses Lassiter made use of his free hands and slipped them under Shawn's cotton T-shirt to stroke the soft skin on the younger man's stomach. He could feel the warmth of the sensitive skin there and the muscles underneath as they contracted and tensed at each touch of his fingers. He slowly slid his hands up to the Psychic's chest, brushing over the nipples lightly, delighting in the thundering feeling of Shawn's heartbeat.

As he brought his hands back down he lightly scraped at the skin with his fingernails, Shawn made a low growling noise in his throat and it sent a delicious tingle straight to his groin. Lassiter moaned in response and continued the action, making his light touches a little more firm, scraping the skin with his fingernails a little softer. He shifted his hands around to Shawn's back and let his long fingers explore the muscles there, to ghost over the shape of his ribs and spine and tease at the mans hips.

Shawn broke the kiss and looked straight into the Lassiter's eyes. God, he wasn't wrong when he mentioned wanting to do cannonballs into them. They were brilliant, sparkling and boring into him with a heated desire he never wanted to end.

Shawn maintained the eye contact as he slowly slid down, his hands travelling along Lassiter's firm body as he settled himself between the Detective's knees. He rested his chest against Carlton's stomach, reached up and pulled the man back down for another kiss, licking and biting his lips. Lassiter allowed himself to be lost in this kiss, feeling the heat creep up his chest and into his face. He was so engrossed that he barely felt it when Shawn started to undo his belt buckle.

Lassiter broke the kiss to watch what Shawn was doing, he wanted to see everything.

Shawn left the belt and reached up for Lassiter's tie, undoing it with little trouble and throwing it to one side. He gave Lassiter a dark look, almost daring the man to challenge him. When he didn't Shawn grinned wantonly and grabbed at the Detective's dress shirt with both hands and violently ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere, hitting the floor and made clinking sounds as they rolled off in different directions.

Lassiter stayed quiet, heart pounding in his ears, anxiously waiting for what would happen next.

The Psychic leant forward and pressed a wet kiss to the Detective's stomach. Lassiter let out a small gasp, warmth radiating out from where Shawn had kissed his skin. Encouraged by the gasp, the younger man began to leisurely trailed kisses down Lassiter's stomach towards his groin. Lassiter braced both hands on the leather bike seat to either side of him and watched the Psychic with a growing lust.

By the time Shawn's kisses had reached the top of Lassiter's pants, the skillful young man had already managed to remove the belt and undo the Detective's fly, exposing Lassiter's underwear.

The older man was noticeably hard and leaking through the white cotton.

Shawn flicked his eyes up to see an open mouthed Carlton watching him intently, breathing heavily. He gave him his most sexy smile, placed his hands on either side of the waist band of the garment and gently kissed the hardness pressing up against the material.

Lassiter let out a moan and obediently lifted his hips up so that Shawn could pull down the material. Once the Detective was seated again with his flushed cock fully exposed, Shawn let out a breath of hot air that ghosted over the throbbing member and left Lassiter breathless. He managed to gasp out a few words.

"Shawn! Oh god, yes."

That was all Shawn needed to hear.

He took Lassiter's cock half into his mouth, he immediately began doing to Lassiter what he wanted done to himself at that moment. He swirled his tongue around Lassiter's cock-head, licking the salty pre-cum and began applying small amounts of sucking pressure in bursts.

Lassiter moaned and bit his lip to hold back the exclamations he wanted to shout. He pried his hands off the bike seat and moved them to Shawn's head, running his fingers through the young man's hair as he unhurriedly sucked his cock.

Shawn waited for Lassiter to push his head down further, to push further into his mouth, but the Detective showed massive amounts of restraint. Even with continuous moans and gasps he kept up the gentle stroking of Shawn's hair without any pressure. The young man was suitably impressed and decided to reward the Detective's patience.

Without any warning, Shawn rapidly slid his head down, pulling the entire length of the Detective's hard cock into his mouth and down his throat. Lassiter let out a strangled cry and moved his hands down to squeeze Shawn's shoulders. Shawn felt his own cock twitch and leak in response to the sound, straining against his pants.

He pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth and then slid all the way back down again. He felt the Detective's cock jerk in his mouth and, realizing that Lassiter wasn't going to last long at this pace, began to speed up. He moved faster and faster until he felt something happen to himself around the same time Lassiter's breathing sped up and his gasps became louder.

Lassiter started pumping his hips up and down and Shawn met him, stroke for stroke. After 12 more thrusts Lassiter could feel his orgasm bearing down on him. He panted out a warning to the Psychic.

"I'm gonna come."

In response Shawn began moving up and down faster and faster. Lassiter kept thrusting forward into the wet heat, feeling the sweet tension build and build until it was almost painful.

Shawn suddenly shoved his head all the way down on Lassiter's cock until his nose met his pubic bone and he sucked the Detective entire length, hard. Lassiter felt the explosion, his entire body tensed when lightning bolts shot up his spine as he came. He spilled his seed into Shawn's eagerly waiting mouth and down his throat. He felt the Psychic moan around his length and the vibrations sent more sparks of pleasure though his body. When Spencer released him from the suction of his lips he thrust forward twice more, shooting the last of the seed into the Psychic's mouth before he collapsed, barely able to hold himself up even with the bulk of the motorcycle supporting him.

Shawn moved his mouth off Lassiter's cock, and leant against the Detective's thigh, panting and gasping as though he couldn't catch air. Lassiter was immediately concerned.

"You okay?"

Shawn looked up at Lassie and smiled, his breathing beginning to calm down a little.

"Yeah, I'm… recovering. Seems you get me more excited than I thought."

Lassiter was confused for a moment. Then Shawn gestured down and Lassiter understood.

"You came? Just from…."

Shawn let out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah. Weird huh?"

Lassiter almost looked a little bothered. Shawn was confused, surely coming just from touching the Detective was a good sign?

"What is it Lassie-face?"

Lassiter seemed surprised at being asked.

"Hmm? Oh nothing. It's just…"

Shawn figured it was safe to stand up now that he could control his legs again. He slowly stood and looked down into Lassiter's contemplative face.

"Just what?"

Lassiter smiled, did up his pants and stood up, placing his hands on Shawn's hips. He pulled Shawn closer and leaned in so that his lips were near Shawn's ear.

"I was just looking forward to returning the favour."

Shawn shut his eyes as he felt a shiver run up his spine and leaving him tingling. He leaned back and gazed at the smiling face of the Detective in front of him, lots of interesting ideas working their way into his head.

Most of which involved Lassiter, Lassiter's holster and a tube of pineapple flavored lubricant.

"Well I'm sure we can figure that out at your place. Ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle before?"

Lassiter raised an eyebrow.

"No, can't say that I have. I have driven one with someone on the back though. You up for it?"

Shawn thought about the logistics of sitting behind Lassiter on his motorcycle, his stomach pressed against Lassiter's back with the purring engine under them. He pretended to contemplate his options.

"Hmmm…ride bitch on the back of my own motorbike? I could work with that."

Shawn planted a sweet kiss on Lassiter's smiling mouth and patted the Detective on the butt affectionately before releasing him.

"Now let's go up to the third floor."

Lassiter had just been bent over to retrieve his belt and tie when he faltered.

"The third floor? Why?"

Shawn rolled his eyes as if the answer was the most obvious one in the world.

"Because we need to go and switch the surveillance tapes for this room, silly! We won't have any trouble getting in, I have somehow acquired a copy of every key to this place. I'll race you! Last one there gets to be on the six o'clock news in slow-mo with the scary music playing in the background!"

And then Shawn dashed off, ignoring the look of horror plastered on the Detective's face. Lassiter blinked for a second and quickly tore off after the Psychic.

"Spencer? Spencer! SHAWN!"

The End.

A/N's: And there you have it! Thank-you to everyone for reading and for those of you who have taken the time to review. In particular I wanna thank JohnnyDavenport and Estra, who have reviewed more than once and have helped keep me motivated to write. Also a quick thanks to the anonymous Marjorie, her 'kick-up-the-butt" review is what got me started on Chapter 6. Review people! Let me know what you thought of the ending!