Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is from Psych.

Beta: Yes and thank you to jerseybelle for all your hard work.

Warning: This is a slash story which means same sex relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it

Author's Notes: Shawn finds out that Lassiter and O'Hara are competing in the police games. He then meets them at the shooting range, and Lassiter dares Shawn to have a shoot out.

Lassiter and Shawn have a Shootout By islashlove

Chapter 1: The Dare

Shawn and Gus enter the station. Gus was looking forward to seeing Juliet and Shawn was looking to annoy Lassiter. Neither Detective was at their desk but Shawn noticed that the Chief was in her office. He headed over to see if there was anything he could help with.

"Good morning, Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster and how may I help you today?"

"It's not what you can do for us, but what we could do for you," replied Shawn.

"We noticed that O'Hara and Lassiter were not at their desks and wondered if there was anything we can help you with, Chief Vick." add Gus.

"Actually, we're having a slow time at the moment. I guess the crooks are all on holiday. As for my Detectives, they are at the firing range getting in some practice shots, as they are representing this station at the Police Games that are coming up soon."

"But I thought your firing range was out of action due to the renovations being done," queried Shawn

"It is. We have acquired a contract with the private shooting club over in Hope Street. Is that all, Mr. Spencer?"

"Yes Chief."

"Then good day to you both." And with that she escorted them out of her office and shut the door.

"The Police Games, isn't that the one you took out the champion when you were nineteen or something?" Gus asked Shawn.

"Yeah it is, I got the top score and as far as I know no one has beaten it yet. Not even Dad knows I got it as I used a fake name."

"What was it again?"

"I was Mr. Pine Apple. Back then civilians were allowed to enter against the police. But because I beat their best, they stopped it. What a shame."

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Let's go down to the firing range and see the Detectives." Gus agreed with the suggestion and they left the police station.

As they arrived at the range, so did Shawn's dad.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I come here to keep up with my shooting, and yourselves?"

"We're here to see Lassie and Jules. They're here practicing for the Police Games."

"Do they know you're coming?"


Henry lowered his head and shook it. "You're looking for trouble aren't you, Shawn?"

"No, I'm here to support my fellow officers. That's all" Shawn said with a mischief look in his eye.

"Shawn, don't do anything wrong here, ok. I've been a member of this club for a very long time and I'm not having you ruin it in one day."


"No, Shawn, I mean it."

"Ok, whatever you say."

And with that they entered the club. Shawn quickly looked around and spotted Lassiter over near the long range practice area. Walking over, he had a very wide smile on his face. He could see the target Lassiter was holding up and it looked like a near perfect score.

"I bet you shoot just as well in bed as you do here on the range."

Lassiter let out a long groan. "Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here with my Dad, and you?"

"I'm here practicing."

"You don't look like you need practice to me."

Shawn had taken the target and was holding it up to the light. Just then Henry and Gus, along with Jules walked up. Henry handed Shawn a gun, which surprised both Detectives. Shawn took the gun in hand by the tips of his fingers. He screwed up his face while looking at it.

"Dad, what's this?"

"It's a gun, Shawn."

"Yeah, I know that, but why did you give it to me?"

"Well, since you're here, I guess that you and I could fire off a few rounds together. I'm guessing it's been a while since you fired a gun."

"Yeah, Dad, It's been about seven years! But you also know how I feel about guns."

"Yes, I do, that's why I know you won't shot yourself."

"Ok, but I'm warning you, I'm a bit rusty."

"Well, let's get to it."

"Just a minute, Spencer,"

"Yes, Lassie, what can I do for you?"

"I bet you, I can beat you in a shootout."

"A bet" Shawn said shaking his head. "Sorry Lassie, I don't gamble."

"Ok, a dare then."

"A dare, hmm. Alright then, what's the dare?"

At the mention of a dare, Shawn's eyes started to shine. He was not lying about gambling. Since his dad caught him gambling with his follow the officer's when he was a kid, he promised his dad he would never gamble for anything. But dares were different, dares weren't for money, they were for fun.

"If I can out shot you in a set of five rounds, you are to tell the truth about your psychic abilities."

"And if I win...?"

"What do you want?"

"Dinner," Shawn said with a great big grin on his face.

"Dinner, Spencer?" Lassiter replied with his eye brow raised

"For one week you have to buy me dinner at any place I choose that night and you have to eat with me."

Lassiter stopped and thought about this for a moment. Nodding his head in agreement, the dare was sealed. If only Lassiter had looked down at Shawn's hand before agreeing. He would have seen that the gun was sitting in Shawn's hand perfectly. He was also turning the safety switch off and on like a pro. Henry let out a groan and Gus put his hand over his head. Shawn had the biggest smile on his face that Lassiter had ever seen and then the doubt started to set in, but he shook it off.

"I'll give you till tomorrow to get in some practice. Then after our little shoot off, I will arrest you as you confess to being a fraud. Until then, Spencer," Lassiter said as he set the safety switch on his gun.

With that Lassiter left. As he was leaving he looked up at the leader board that listed the highest scores made at this club. He noticed that the top score was held by a one S. Spencer.

Looking around, he found the manager and asked, "Who is S. Spencer?"

"Oh, that's Shawn. That's him, over there!" His finger was pointed at Shawn.

"When did he get this score?"

"Oh, about seven years ago, I think. Could be longer, it could've been less," replied the manager.

"Well, he did say to Henry that he hadn't fired a gun for at least seven years. So he's out of practice. No worries," Lassiter mumbled to himself.

The next day Jules dropped into the Psych office. Sitting there was Shawn, Henry and Gus. They were talking about where Shawn was going to get Lassiter to take him for dinner.

"Oh, hi, Jules" Shawn said when he noticed her standing in the door way.

"Hi, everyone, I heard you picking out restaurants, but not to be a downer, but there is a chance that Lassiter could beat you, you know."

"I'm sorry, Juliet, but Shawn is a crack shot." Henry said.

"What do you mean...?"

Her question was cut off as she watched Shawn disassemble and then reassemble the gun lying in front of him. As impressive this was, the fact that Shawn never looked down at it while he was doing this, made it more impressive.

"Carlton is in real trouble, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," Gus replied.

"Right, it's time, let's get going." Shawn said as he stood up, and picked up the gun. Shawn placed it into a gun holster that was around his waist. He then headed for the door. He turned to make sure the others were following him. "Well, let's go."

Lassiter had gotten to the range early so he could fire off a few practises rounds. He found himself a lot calmer than he thought he would be. He knew that Shawn was a fake and today he would prove it. Every time he pulled the trigger he could hear Shawn's confession and each time the smile on his face grew.

"You know that smile should be illegal it's so x-rated. What are you thing about Lassie?" Shawn playfully teased.

Lassiter's face quickly returned to normal, at least as normal as Lassiter's face could be.

"About time you got here. I was starting to think you were chickening out."

"No way Lassie, I've already picked out the place for tonight's dinner. A very romantic setting..."

"Are we shooting today or not?" Lassiter's voice came floating through Shawn's train of thought.

"Just one minute there," came a new voice.

It was Chief Vick and she was heading straight to them.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Just a friendly shooting competition, that's all" Henry answered

"Detective Lassiter, can I remind you that police officer's are not to get involved in civilian competitions, the same as they are not to be involved with ours."

"Technically I work for the police department so... I'm not a civilian and that means we're not doing anything wrong."

The Chief just stared at him for a moment. She then nodded her head.

"Well, I'm staying then."

"The more the better," Shawn added.

"Who's first?" Gus asked.

"Spencer can decide. You want to go first or me."

Shawn sat there thinking.

"I think you can go first."

Alright, the closest to the bull's eye wins. Each time, the target will move back further. We get three shots each round. You understand?"

"Got it, let's play ball."

Lassiter set himself up for his first shot. All of his shots were just off the centre of the target. Shawn matched not only the spacing, but dead on with Lassiter's. This went on for the next three sets as well.

"Right at the moment you are tied. These are the winning shots," Gus informed everybody. Lassiter has never fired at a target this far away before and, he had checked, nether had Shawn, at lease at this club. He lined up his shots and was about to pull the trigger when Shawn suddenly put his hand in front of his eyes.

"Spencer, what the Hell...'

"Sorry Lassie, but a little boy just walked behind the target and I didn't want you to shot him."

"Really, Spencer..?"

Suddenly a small child of about five came out from behind the target. He saw the group at the end of the range and walked up to them. Just as he did his frantic mother ran up and pulled the boy into her arms.

"Oh, thank you for finding him. I was so worried that something might have happened to him."

"If you're that worried, why did you bring him to a gun club?" growled Lassiter.

"I didn't, his father did and when I found out I came straight down here to get him." With that she got up and walked away.

"Are you going to take your shot or not?" Shawn asked

"Yes, I am, Spencer." He returned to the line to take his shot. When the target was brought in Lassiter was impressed with himself. One bulls eye and the other two just on the line of the bull's eye.

"Your turn, Spencer" Lassiter purred.

Shawn had gotten bored with the whole thing by now and decided to liven things up. Standing like an old cowboy, he took his first shot. The next one he held the gun upside down. Henry just sat there shaking his head and Gus was catching flies with his mouth opened. Lassiter, Jules and the Chief just stared at him.

"Shawn... this is a competition, not a sideshow, so behave please," Henry instructed.

"Ok, Dad," he said aloud, then under his breath he added, "spoil sport," and smiled.

With that Shawn looked over his shoulder, turned back towards the group and then just turned and fired.

"Ok, done."

As his target was being brought in he turned towards Lassiter.

"So this first place we're going to. You'll be alright as you need to wear a suit there."

"Just a minute, you may not have won!"

"Sorry, Detective, but he did." Chief Vick said as she handed him the target.

"Pick me up at six," Shawn shouted as he walked away.

Lassiter watched him leave. Gus had caught up with him and they were walking out the door. Lassiter looked back at the target and saw three neatly placed bull's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lassiter, I'm really am. If I had a chance, I would have warned you."

"What? That your son is a crack shot. What could you have said differently to make me think that your son could beat me?"

"That's easy. When Shawn was nineteen, he used a fake name and competed in the police games. In fact it's his score that stopped civilians from being able to compete in them."

"Wait... He's..."

"That's right. He was Mr. Pine Apple."

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