The Beginnings of a Happy Ending
Summary: Detectives don't fall in love! Oh, wait, maybe they do. Lassie/OC with occasional appearances by the rest of the regular gang. Various moments and firsts of the new relationship. Sequel to Dating 101 and Dating 102.
A/N: Checking out Dating 101 and 102 is pretty advisable if you want to fully enjoy this one, but isn't strictly necessary because I treated every chapter almost as a oneshot (although they're all pretty much in chronological order). On another note, this one is rated T (slightly higher than previous installments) for an implied intimate relationship, and a slight sprinkling of innuendos, but it's still pretty safe (nothing graphic). Oh and there's a little bit of bad language but absolutely nothing more than what Lassie would say on the show.
Chapter One: Hot!
Shawn spots the woman immediately; she's leaning against one of the walls of the police station, texting someone on her phone. Nor are his eyes the only ones that sneak covert glances at this mystery woman, who is – there's no other phrase for it – drop dead gorgeous. She has dark hair with just a slight wave to it, green eyes, and flawless skin. Her well-defined figure doesn't hurt, either.
Gus raises an eyebrow at Shawn, and the unasked question remains. Who is she?
Shawn, as always, is up for a challenge. "Bet I can get her number within ten minutes." he says under his breath, so that only Gus can hear him.
"Shawn, I know you're good. But you're not that good. I mean, look at her."
Shawn shakes his head. "Watch and learn."
Shawn runs fingers through his hair, takes a deep breath, and walks up to the woman.
The woman looks up, smiles. "Hi."
"Hey, have we met before? You look seriously familiar."
"I don't think so."
"Ah, okay. But you know what? We should change that. I mean, if you don't know me, and I don't know you, then we really shouldn't be talking. Stranger danger, you know."
Shawn holds out his hand. "Shawn Spencer."
The woman shakes it, an interesting smirk playing across her face. "Elizabeth Henson. It's nice to meet you."
"Elizabeth. That's awesome. Now that we're friends, can I ask you for a favor?"
"You're really cashing in early, you know that?" she says, smiling widely.
"I know, I know. I feel terrible about it, but it's a matter of pride. I mean, this could make me an absolute laughingstock around this department."
"My friend over there doesn't think someone like you would be friends with me." says Shawn, nodding towards Gus. "Thing is, he's really picky about what he considers 'friends'. He says real friends have each other's phone numbers, so that they can call each other to hang out. It's ridiculous, I know. But do you think that maybe we could exchange numbers? Just to be friends?"
Elizabeth smirks. "Sorry, Shawn. I don't think my boyfriend would be, uh, comfortable with that."
"That seems a little control-"
"Elizabeth!" calls an all-too-familiar voice. Elizabeth smiles sunshine bright and turns enthusiastically towards the man coming towards her. The man who has an uncharacteristically affectionate look on his face.
None other than Lassie himself.
No way, thinks Shawn frantically. Not possible...
Lassiter removes all doubt by catching Elizabeth's hand and pulling her into a kiss that is both deep and completely inappropriate to be having in the workplace. Then he seems to remember himself, and pulls away from his girlfriend to scowl in Shawn's direction. "Spencer hasn't been bothering you, has he?"
Elizabeth has to repress a laugh at Shawn's disbelieving, open-mouthed stare. "Not at all, Carlton. He was just introducing himself."
"Sure he was...anyway, ready for lunch?"
"Of course." she says, still smiling that unbelievable smile. For Lassie.
"See you later, Spencer. I've got a date." says Lassiter, smugly taking in Shawn's shock. "Have fun with Guster!"
"Bye, Shawn!" says Elizabeth, but she hardly spares him a glance.
Lassiter and Elizabeth walk past him without another word, and Shawn gapes at their retreating backs. Their hands are twined together, and Gus is grinning as he steps up by Shawn's side.
"Looks like you really got her number..." he says, barely containing his glee at Shawn's embarrassing failure.
"Well, she's obviously not quite right in the head. She's dating Lassie!"
"She looked pretty stable to me. Who would have guessed that Lassie could get someone as hot as that?"
"I'd give it two weeks. Tops."
Juliet, who had been passing by them, stops with interest. "Who? Carlton and Elizabeth? Because they've been dating a month already. In fact, I'm surprised you didn't get any psychic vibes about it before this."
Shawn scowls heavily. "Well, sometimes my visions are thrown off by my own logic. Usually only for things I know are impossible..."
Gus smirks. "Clearly not impossible, Shawn. The evidence was right in front of your face."
"Doesn't mean it makes sense." says Shawn grumpily.
"If I didn't know any better, Shawn, I'd say you were a little jealous." says Juliet, who also seems to be amused at Shawn's discontent.
"Me? Jealous? Of Lassie? No. Of course not..." replies Shawn, his voice higher than normal.
Gus claps Shawn on the back. "Yeah, Buddy." he agrees wistfully. "I feel the same way."
A/N: This was written before the real creation of Elizabeth specifically, but a long-term OC for Lassie was in mind at the time. She just fits now. This one was actually light on Lassiter/Elizabeth, but the rest won't be. This just needed to go somewhere, so why not as a brief little intro to this collection of fics? Reviews are great. :)