Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the pants! And I don't even really own those. So I guess I don't own anything!


The doorbell rang loudly, echoing throughout the house. Carlton Lassiter growled as he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants that were crumpled on the floor. He paused when the springs of the mattress creaked, but then a soft snore rose in the air and he continued buttoning the pants. He padded silently to the front door and pulled it open, wincing when it squeaked loudly.

"Guster?" he said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"It's Shawn," Gus said frantically. "He's missing."

Lassiter sighed and leaned against the door frame.

"And you know this how?" he asked.

"Shawn hasn't called me in three days. Even when he was traveling around the country he never went more than three days without calling me. Three days means that something's wrong!"

Gus yelled the last sentence n Lassiter's face and he looked about ready to have a panic attack.

Lassiter glanced over his shoulder quickly before stepping out of the house and closing the door behind him.

"Would you mind keeping it down?" Lassiter said fiercely, but quietly.

"My best friend ismissing and you want me to keep it--! Is someone in there?" Gus asked suddenly, pointing behind Lassiter towards the house.

Gus's eyebrows rose in surprise when Lassiter blushed. He froze as he noticed what Lassiter was wearing.

"Guster?" Lassiter asked, waving a hand in front of the other man's face.

"Oh. My. God," Gus said, his eyes returning to Lassiter's face.

"What?" Lassiter asked, confused by Gus's behavior.

"You're wearing Shawn's pants!"