A short drabble about why Lassiter hates candy canes. Enjoy!

Dedicated to Loafer, because she probably won't like my next Lassie story. Bwhahaha.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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Candy canes should be outlawed.

They should be against the rules, against the law, against…everything. Especially at work. And everywhere else, for that matter. At least, they would be if Carlton Lassiter had his way.

Why? Because his partner, Juliet O'Hara, was currently sitting at her desk, reading over a report and sucking on a candy cane like she had no idea what it was doing to him.

It was a week before Christmas, and since just after Thanksgiving, O'Hara had been taking it upon herself to bring in boxes of the sweet candy. Different colors, different flavors, but all with the same result.

Slow, painful torture for her partner.

The way she moved that candy cane in and out of her mouth, it was positively sinful. He was careful not to let her catch him staring, but there were a few close calls.

Currently he was sitting across from her, reluctant to stand up for one very painful reason. Juliet had a blueberry candy cane in her mouth, and the candy stained her red lips blue. He wanted to lick it off and… He leaned forward and rested his head in his hand.

Juliet looked up from the file she was reading. "You okay, Carlton?"

He grunted softly. "I'm fine." He would be even better if she would stop sucking on that damn candy cane like it was a…a lollipop.

"Alright…" She went back to her file, and back to her candy cane.

Taking a deep breath, Lassiter forced his body to calm down before he stood up. "I'm going outside for a minute."

"Okay."

He walked around the desk, letting his gaze settle on her and the damn candy cane for a moment before he hurried outside.

Once he was gone, Juliet pulled the candy cane out of her mouth and smiled wickedly.

She loved candy canes.

The End!

A/N: Oh, that clever minx! LMAO. Thanks for reading, and please review!