A/N: Thanks everyone for bearing with me on this fic inside a fic! There will be more after May is completely over. As always, please review, even if it is just a comment!
Carlton couldn't bear to look at the figure on the bed. He had decided prior to walking into the room on tuning everything out to control himself. So it surprised him when he heard a rhythmic beeping.
The head detective was sure that he had stopped breathing at that moment.
"Took you long enough. But you look horrible."
"Of course, the love of my life just got shot and—"
The fake psychic silenced him with a single gesture.
"I'm fine, Carlton."
Gus, Juliet, Vick, and Henry all filed out of the room on the false pretense of coffee.
The door clicked shut, and Carlton could feel the floodgates open.
"Shawn, I was so worried that- that-"
The younger man grasped his boyfriend's hand and pulled it gently. Lassiter brought his face close, and Shawn brushed away the tears.
"I know, Carlton, and I'm sorry for making you worried."
"Shawn, it's not your fault, I-"
The head detective was silenced by a kiss. As he pulled away, he caught the mischievous glint in the fake psychic's eyes.
"You think I'm just gonna go die on you? And leave someone else to claim those beautiful eyes of yours?"
The older man wiped away the final tears before letting out a low rumble of a laugh.
"Shawn, that's a lie and you know it."
The fake psychic did nothing but squeeze Carlton's hand.
And, after a few seconds of silence, "I love you, Carlton."
Lassiter blinked, looked down at his feet, and smiled tearfully but happily at the same time.
"I love you too, Shawn."