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And They All Lived Happily... Even Lassie

Six Months Later

"And you knew that Robbie was coming home, so you knew you had to find a way to get rid of the body!"

"I swear, if you don't shut up, I WILL SHOOT YOU!"

"Shawn! Listen to the pretty lady and shut your mouth before you get an extra pair of holes in your head!" Gus hissed, his eyes wide as he stared at his best friend. Shawn merely laughed as the brunette ground the barrel of the gun deeper into his temple.

"Listen, Lisa, you don't want to do this," Juliet said soothingly, keeping her own weapon trained in the direction of the pair.

"I would," Lassiter muttered under his breath, sighting down the barrel of his gun as the murderess' eyes flicked back and forth between the officers in front of her and the psychic.

"Not helping!" Juliet hissed.

"He ruined everything! EVERYTHING!" Lisa shrieked. "No one would've found Jake's body if he hadn't pointed it out! I had everything planned out perfectly, and he ruined it!"

"I tend to do that a lot," Shawn quipped cheerily.

Juliet's eyes narrowed. Shawn's eyes were shrouded with pain, and she didn't miss the way he was trying not to grab at his right leg. "Just let him go, Lisa. You've already killed one man - there's no need to have another death on your conscience."

"You think I feel guilty?" Lisa exclaimed, choking out a laugh. Gus tensed as the gun started jerking around slightly. "Jake was a lying, two-timing slime ball. And Robbie was in love with me - he just didn't want to hurt Jake's feelings."

"So you killed his brother just so you could be together?" Gus and Shawn asked at the same time. Gus couldn't hold back a small smile as Shawn grinned at him.

"You just don't understand!" Lisa cried, tears springing to her eyes. Lassiter tensed when he saw the woman's finger trembling on the trigger. "You just don't understand!"

"Spencer, I swear, if you get yourself shot on your third case back, I will kill you," the detective hissed, his eyes locking with Shawn's for a brief moment. Shawn shrugged helplessly, choking slightly as the woman's forearm dug into his throat more.

Lisa's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What? What are you talking about?" she asked, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

It was just the opportunity Shawn had been waiting for. He snapped his head back so that the back of his head collided with the killer's nose. There was a sharp crack, and Lisa screamed in pain, stumbling backwards and clutching at her face. Blood was already spurting out of both nostrils.

Lassiter sprang forward, whipping out his handcuffs to arrest the woman as Juliet yanked Shawn out of the way. "I thought we told you to not get involved in anything too serious!" Juliet scolded, tilting Shawn's head to the side to examine the bruise that was starting to form on his jaw from where Lisa had originally punched him to subdue him.

Shawn jerked his head slightly and bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips. "I knew you had my back, Jules," he whispered with a smile. Juliet blinked and grinned. "And you, too, Gus," the psychic hastily amended when Gus coughed.

"Spencer! O'Hara! Save it for off the clock. You should remember that after three freaking months," Lassiter called loudly as McNabb and another officer escorted Lisa away. Shawn and Juliet pulled apart as Lassiter stalked towards them. "And just what the hell were you thinking, Spencer? If Guster hadn't called us before he followed you in here, you could've ended up with a bullet in your brain!" the detective ranted. "Of all the stupid, idiotic-"

"Missed you, too, Lassie!" Shawn cut in cheekily, taking a step forward. His eyes suddenly widened as his leg buckled underneath him.

"Shawn, how many times am I going to have to tell you to use the crutch?" Gus asked exasperatedly, rushing forward to grab the psychic under the armpits to keep him from falling flat on his face. Juliet moved to help Gus guide Shawn over to a nearby couch, her eyes wide with concern as Shawn hissed through his teeth. Even Lassiter had a slight touch of concern around his eyes.

"It was just a little twinge, guys," Shawn replied, kneading the muscles of his right thigh. "I moved wrong, that's all."

"Shawn, maybe you should put the brace back on," Juliet said. "You shouldn't be pushing it."

"I already told you, I'm fine," Shawn answered. "It doesn't hardly even hurt anymore."

"If I get any more calls from the physical therapist that you've been pushing it too far, I may strap you down, Shawn," Gus told him sternly.

"And I won't hesitate to tell the Chief she shouldn't give you any more cases for a while," Lassiter added. He smirked when Shawn's head snapped up to look at him. "Actually, I would rather enjoy that."

"Fine, fine, I'll take it easy, if it makes you all happy," Shawn told them with a loud sigh.

"It'll make me saner," Gus muttered, making Lassiter snort. Juliet chuckled at the shocked looks on both Gus' and Shawn's faces.

"We need to get back to the station, O'Hara," Lassiter declared smoothly, ignoring the looks he was getting. "And Spencer, I do not want to see your face around the station for three days. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," Shawn replied cheekily. "Doesn't mean I'll listen, but it's clear!" Lassiter's jaw clenched noticeably, and he rolled his eyes as he turned away.

Gus didn't miss the small smile pulling at the older man's lips, however.

As Juliet moved to follow her partner, Shawn got to his feet and grabbed her wrist. "Pick you up tonight at eight?" he murmured, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"Better make it nine. Your little stunt just added in another hour of paper work," Juliet replied. She smirked as she kissed him on the cheek. "And you'd better be prepared to make it up to me," she whispered in his ear.

"I'll make sure to have steak," Shawn told her with a roll of his eyes. He shot Gus a little look, causing his friend to stop mid-fake gag.

"That's a start, Spencer," Juliet answered with a grin. "I'll need an awesome cake, too. And roses wouldn't hurt."

"Sometime today, O'Hara!" Lassiter called, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Make out with your boyfriend on your own time!"

Juliet rolled her eyes and giggled. "See you later!" she said, turning to head out of the house.

"Now you're trying to take my girlfriend, too, Lassie?" Shawn called to the detective standing in the doorway. "You still owe me that coffee!"

"Never gonna happen, Spencer!" Lassiter shot back as he held the door for Juliet. "Never in a million years!"

As he shut the door, he caught a glimpse of Spencer and Guster laughing and pounding fists like they always did. He rolled his eyes and headed towards his car. A thought crossed his mind, and a small smile curved his lips as he opened the car door.

Across from him, Juliet caught the smirk. "What're you thinking?"

"That Spencer's an absolute idiot," Lassiter replied, starting the car up.

"He is," Juliet conceded with a nod, buckling in as the car backed out of the driveway. Her eyes flicked over to the door where Gus was helping Shawn out to their own car. She smiled and added, "But life is never dull when Shawn's around, that's for sure."

Lassiter grunted in reply. He knew exactly what his partner was talking about. Having Spencer hanging around again meant that his days were going to be filled with the psychic's rather… unusual… forms of spontaneity. And as they drove away, the hardened detective realized something rather shocking.

He didn't mind. He didn't mind it one bit.

A/N: They grow up so fast, don't they? There you have it - the end. Keep an eye out for more stories later (some of you already picked on them elsewhere) because more are definitely coming. Thanks so much for reading!

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