Summary: Former lovers? Really?! Lassiter/Shawn friendship-ish, but could be taken as more. Tag/spoilers for way back when, Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing.
A/N: I've been holding onto this for way too long...it's time to clear it out and make room for all the other junk I've got sitting around on my computer.
Outside of Lassiter's apartment, the ambulance had arrived. Drimmer was loaded on, and Henry made sure that his son had his head checked out by one of the EMTs.
"You should probably go to the hospital and get a CAT scan, just to be on the safe side."
"CAT scan? I find that insulting. I'm a human being, Mr. EMT..." said Shawn, grinning. The EMT raised his eyebrow and looked slightly more concerned, but Gus and Henry just rolled their eyes.
"You're going to the hospital, Shawn, and that's final."
"Fine," he grumbled. "Just let me talk to Lassie, and I'll meet you in the car."
"Fine. Don't take long, and don't bother Detective Lassiter too much. He has work to do."
When Shawn turned to the detective, he was on the phone, calling for back up and the crime scene unit. They were going to have to bag the gun and check around for any compound evidence, just as protocol deemed necessary.
The detective finished the call, snapped his phone shut, and pushed it into his pocket. He looked at Shawn authoritatively.
"When you're done at the hospital, Spencer, we'll need you for some questioning."
"How'd you know I was going to the hospital?"
"I figured your dad would drag you to the hospital, whether you liked it or not. You have a substantial head injury, Spencer."
Shawn touched the back of his head self-consciously. The bump beneath his hair seemed to be throbbing. "You're right about Drimmer, you know. What did you call him in your ultra-cool dramatic cop speech? A 'sick twist', right? Cuz he totally is...I mean, he punched me and hit me with his gun..."
"My only regret is that this will end up being a Federal case, I'm sure...they better not cut this one a deal."
"Yeah...hey, what'd you think of that former lover thing? I mean, where the hell did he get that from?" Shawn said, a half smile forming on a his face.
"It's so ridiculous." said Lassiter firmly. "Like anyone would buy that."
"Exactly," said Shawn, quirking his eyebrows playfully at the detective. Shawn reached for Lassiter's hand and held it in his own. He gave it a light squeeze. "There's nothing former about us..." he said softly and sincerely, gazing into Lassiter's eyes. The moment held for one second, and then Shawn had to grin at the disturbed, angry look overtaking the detective's face.
"Don't touch me, Spencer!" growled Lassiter, ripping away from Shawn and scowling.
"Fair enough, Lassie-face." said Shawn. He gave Lassiter a quick salute, then turned to go to Gus's car.
Lassiter rolled his eyes. "And he wonders where people get these crazy ideas," he muttered to himself.
A/N: So yeah...not technically slash, but not anti-slash, either. And for the record, this isn't ship-bashing. I just thought it was a funny idea, and something Shawn would do.