Before He Was Lassie (Psych Love Drabble/Ficlet Series)

By Andie O'Neill

Genre: Humor, Pre-Slash

Rating: PG

Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (Shassie)

Spoilers: "Ghost"

Summary: Young Shawn and rookie Lassiter meet for the first time years before the McCallum case.

A/N: So out of pure boredom because I was stuck in a stupid ALL DAY seminar for work, I've written a bunch of Psych drabbles. I call it "Psych Love Drabble/Ficlet Series" (awesome title, I know.)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show.

He could tell the guy was a serious rookie, and it was almost cute watching the newbie scurry about trying to impress the hot shot detectives including Shawn's Dad. It was late and Shawn was spending his first night in a jail cell thanks to his dear old man with the stick up his ass. Shawn watched in amusement as the rookie stood completely still, keeping an eye on the cell for the night. Spencer was bored out of his mind, and since he seemed to be the only one currently behind bars, that left only the 'TJ Hooker' guy to talk to. Shawn folded his arms, leaning back against the wall as he sat on the bunk, staring at the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed officer. "Nice mustache."

The officer looked over at him, eyebrow raised before he looked around the room as if someone else was around. "Uh… thanks," he muttered, looking stiffer than Shawn thought was possible. How much starch did he use on his clothes? Shawn had to wonder.

Shawn smiled. "You look like a regular Tom Selleck," he told the guy, while mentally trying to picture him on Magnum P.I.

The officer immediately blushed. "I'm uh… I'm married."

As if the ring hadn't been Shawn's first clue and he forced himself not to roll his eyes. "Dude, I wouldn't go there even if you really were Tom Selleck," he assured him.

The officer gave him a curious look, but didn't say anything. Shawn could see the small hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Spencer shook his head, closing his eyes. It was getting late and Shawn was getting tired. "You should really get a new mustache guy," he muttered sleepily.

"How'd you know it was fake?"

Shawn snorted. "It's a gift," he told him, pushing thoughts of his father aside.

The officer was silent for a moment, and Shawn peeked an eye open. "I thought it'd make me look more mature in front of the other detectives," he admitted, blushing a deeper red.

Shawn couldn't help the small laugh. "Dude, it's all good… promise not to tell," he assured the officer. The officer just gave one silent nod in thanks before looking away, giving Shawn a moment to study the man before him. He wasn't half bad… and somehow despite all Shawn's bad experiences with cops, he found himself liking the one in front of him standing guard. Considering where he now found himself, that was saying a lot….

The End