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September 21st, 2007 (08:39 am)
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location : running to class
I feel...: devious
in my ear: Henry Lee - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

H'okay chicas, here's the second part, nicely beta'ed, for you as my TGIF gift.

Title: I Know You Know (A Love Song) Chapter 2B
Author: Auntie_Climatic
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Overall Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own Psych.
Summery: Lassiter's been a psychic all along. And Shawn's been faking all along. He knows Shawn knows he knows.
Note: I know many of you are going "nice, but where's the slash?" Sadly, the getting down and dirty chapter won't be happening for a while. But hang in there, loyal readers and reviewers... If you build it, he will come. And I mean that in a dirty "that's what she said" kinda way.



Betaed by the fabulous le_culot and indusnm.

Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two A


Lassiter stared at the two dead bodies on the floor.

 

Okay, maybe this is worse than I thought.

 

Vick sided up next to him, “Okay, Lassiter. What do you think about Spencer’s involvement in this?”

 

Lassiter stared at the Chief, inner turmoil validated when, for the first time in over a month working together, Vick asked for his opinion.

 

“I’m not sure,” Lassiter said dumbly. Vick raised an eyebrow and started to move away.

 

“Bring them in.” Lassiter suggested quickly.

 

The Chief looked at him, horrified, “What?”

 

“Bring them in,” Lassiter repeated, more firm. “We’ll know by their reactions if they had anything to do with it.”

 

Vick chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, and patted her belly. Slowly, she nodded and Lassiter gave the order to bring Spencer and his partner into the crime scene.

 

Any doubts Lassiter had about Spencer’s involvement flew out the window as soon as the so-called psychic walked into the cabin. Guster’s high-pitched, girlish screams aside, the expressions on the men’s face were absolute shock and horror.

 

Lassiter stared at Spencer pensively, and pondered his situation.

 

At four in morning, Lassiter was still thinking. How does Spencer do it? He’s not a psychic; after all, if anyone would know, it would be Lassiter.

 

Eventually, Lassiter arrived at the conclusion that Spencer had an inside source. It was the only explanation for the tips. Someone was feeding Spencer the information in order to make a little extra cash on the side.

 

Satisfied, Lassiter fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

 

Lucinda hadn’t come over that night.

 

***

 

“You can’t close this case! It isn’t solved, yet!”

 

Lucinda kicked Lassiter hard in the shin, but – instead of giving her usually death glare and diatribe on how chiefs could exercise whatever power the state of California deemed proper – Vick sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

 

“For once, Detective, we agree.”

 

 “Oh, that’s totally… We do?”

 

“If I had the choice this case would remain open, but this isn’t my call.”

 

“But you’re the Chief.”

 

Vick blinked, “Interim Chief, you mean.”

 

“Yeah, but Interim Chief is still the Chief. For the moment.” Lassiter turned to Lucinda, who was staring, “What?”

 

“I… nothing.” Lucinda coughed and focused with a startling intently on her notes. Vick’s mouth twitched.

 

“This comes directly from the Lieutenant Governor, Detective, my hands are tied.”

 

Lassiter shook his head and stood, “This stinks and you know it.”

 

A knock on the door sounded, and all three heads shifted attention at once. Mr. McCallum stood in the doorway, white bandage on his wrist painfully obvious. Lassiter edged closer to Lucinda, suddenly uncomfortable.

 

“Chief Vick, Detectives, I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you’ve done,” McCallum’s eyes filled with tears. “I just wish things had turned out differently.”

 

Vick stood and walked over to comfort the man, “You have our most sincere condolences, Mr. McCallum, and if there’s anything we can do to help you through this time not hesitate to let us know.”

 

Mr. McCallum shook his head, “Just… let’s get through this as quickly as possible. I’d like to put my son to rest.”

 

“Of course,” the Chief said. McCallum looked over at Lassiter, who nodded his agreement.

 

McCallum mutter his thanks again, and stepped foreword to shake his hand. Was it hot in here? He’d been fine a second ago.

 

Vick released an exasperated sigh, “Detective Barry, deal with Mr. Spencer please.” The Chief pointed out the window where Spencer and Guster were arguing heatedly next to Lucinda’s desk. Lassiter felt a headache start in his temples as, the now familiar irritation curled in his chest.

 

He watched as Lucinda unsuccessfully attempted to expel the duo from the station. Time to intervene.

 

Lassiter left the office just in time to hear Spencer say, “Something is going on, and I’m going to find out what it is.”

 

“No,” Lassiter said, smiling in a way that showed his canines. Lucinda recognized the look and left, allowing him to take point on the situation.

 

Lassiter wrapped an arm around Shawn’s shoulder in order to better maneuver the other man away from the office.

 

“You’re not going anywhere near that man. In fact, I’m going to make certain you never hear from the department again.”

 

“Whoa!” Spencer pulled away from Lassiter and raised his arms in surrender. “I’m getting strong vibrations that you may be wrong.”

 

“I’m onto you,” Lassiter said viscously, infusing his words with as much sincerity as he could.

 

“You’ve got a source somewhere and I’m going to find it. You think this is some sort of game? I’m not going to let you waltz on in here like a kid in a candy store.”

 

“Let me be honest with you, Detective. I used to work in a candy store, and it’s nothing like this.”

 

Lassiter stared hard at Spencer, trying to intimidate. Shawn stared back. Something in Lassiter’s chest clenched, but before anything more could happen, Shawn broke the stare and moved toward the exit.

 

“You’re in over your head, mystic,” Lassiter called after him.

 

“Okay, that,” Lucinda said rejoining him, “was unnecessary.”

 

Lassiter wanted to reach out and touch her arm, remembering the soft way she felt under him two nights ago. Remembering the way she moaned his name, his first name.

 

A little hopefully, Lassiter asked, “Don’t tell me you believe him?”

 

“The psychic thing?” Lucinda snorted and crossed her arms over her chest in a way that reminded Lassiter painfully of Dawn. “Give me some credit, Carlton. But maybe he can still help us. We both know that with the Lieutenant Governor on Vick’s back she can’t let us look into the case any further.

 

“But,” Lucinda stepped closer and lowered her voice. “Maybe Spencer can”

 

Lassiter nodded, glancing down at his shoe.

 

“Okay, when he comes to you for information, tell him what he needs to know. See if you can get any information from him at the same time.”

 

“Assuming he comes to me for information.”

 

Lassiter laughed, and it sounded bitter, “Trust me, he will.”

 

When Lucinda approached Lassiter casually at his desk later, he knew the plan worked.

 

“What did you learn?”

 

“Well,” Lucinda said standing at a distance instead of leaning on his desk. “He knows how to shoot a gun.”

 

Two pictures fall into place.

 

***

 

Lassiter stood in an old house. The smell of mold and burning wax invaded his senses, and the smooth handle of the axe fitted perfectly into his hands. The blonde woman in front of him was terrified and he quivered with adrenalin.

 

And rage.

 

Lassiter has never known rage like this. It seeped into his every pore, and made his heart thump double time in his chest. His body felt different. Not his own. He fixed his gaze on the blonde and swung the axe.

 

Gasping, Lassiter awoke on the floor of his bedroom – sheets tangled in his legs, covered in sweat, and his heart beating wildly against his ribs. It took a few tries before Lassiter’s shaking body was able to push itself off the floor, to the bathroom, and into the shower.

 

The shaking still hadn’t completely ceased by the time Lassiter arrived at the station in the morning.

 

“You look like hell,” Lucinda said in lieu of greeting.

 

“I’m fine,” Lassiter snapped. Lucinda posture stiffened, but – remembering the empty side of the bed next to him – he couldn’t bring himself to care.

 

McNab warily approached, “Um, Detective Lassiter? I’ve got a call from McCallum’s place. Apparently Shawn Spencer’s broken into the house and refuses to leave.”

 

Lassiter gritted his teeth.

 

***

 

“You know, it times like this when I remember why I love my job so much.” Lassiter informed Spencer as he dragged him to the back of the police car.

 

Lassiter was telling the truth. This was the first time he’d smiled all day.

 

Spencer was a bundle of nerves; Lassiter could feel the man practically vibrating against him. Guster was shouting at Spencer, and Spencer was shouting back, but Lassiter ignored them both as he opened the door to his car, and attempted to shove Spencer inside.

 

And then it started.

 

And then McCallum confessed.

 

And then it ended.

 

Lassiter leaned against the car door, feeling Spencer’s body heat blend into his own, and rethought his theory.

 

“Seriously, how?”

 

Spencer turned to him, all wide green eyes and ‘woe is me’ posture.

 

“I wish I knew.”

 

Again, the feeling of smug satisfaction flew off of Spencer like waves of light. The pit of Lassiter stomach sank as he realized this wasn’t over.

 

Spencer coughed, and gestured to the cuffs on his wrist. Lassiter frowned, but took his keys out. His thumb brushed Spencer’s pulse point as he slid the metal off and that’s when it hit.

 

Bodies moving together on a couch. A young woman – waitress – moving over him, groaning. Wet heat surrounded him.

 

“Um, Detective Lassiter?” Spencer waved a hand in front of his face.

 

Jerking out of whatever it was he had been pulled into, Lassiter jumped out of Spencer’s reach.

 

“Yes? Right. Good.” Lassiter stammered practically throwing himself into the car. He started the engine and almost drove off before Lucinda could get into the passenger seat. He could feel Spencer’s stare even as he pulled past the gate of the McCallum house.

 

***

 

Lassiter was packing up for the night when Lucinda finally came over to his desk looking unbearably awkward.

 

“So,” Lassiter fumbled for something to say. “How’s your mom?”

 

Lucinda gives him the look, “How did you know about my mom?”

 

 For once, Lassiter had an answer; “The Chief came to speak to me.”

 

“You know about the transfer then,” Lucinda said miserably.

 

“Yeah…” Lassiter avoided her gaze, “That’s not the only reason, is it?”

 

Lucinda shook her head negatively, “Look, Carlton, I – ”

 

“Please don’t go.” It came out so soft, Lassiter wasn’t sure Lucinda heard him.

 

“I have to.” Lucinda’s voice sounded odd, “The whole station…”

 

She broke off, unable to continue.

 

Lassiter cleared his throat, “Well then, good luck, Detective Barry.”

 

He extended his hand and Lucinda took it.

 

“You too, Detective Lassiter.”

 

By next week, Lucinda was nothing more than an empty desk that Lassiter avoided walking by. A month later, Vick called Lassiter into her office to introduce him to his new partner.

 

The blonde with the hopeful face looked vaguely familiar, but the feeling of recognition disappeared before Lassiter could trace it.

 

It probably wasn’t that important anyway.



TO BE CONTINUED:

Next time on "I Know You Know": Lassiter figures it out (with the help of the Little Boy Cat, who is actually a girl).

Comments

Posted by: Gus The Moose (gusthemoose)
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 01:25 pm (UTC)
Shassi

*spaz* The more you write of this story, the more I love it. In time the slash will come, and even without it, this is awesome. Great work.

Posted by: we laughing sinners (auberus)
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 04:10 pm (UTC)

oh, how i love this story! thanks so much for another fantastic installment.

Posted by: we laughing sinners (auberus)
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 04:23 pm (UTC)
good omens

...you do have two typos, though -- 'pour' should be 'pore', and 'whoe' should be 'woe'. sorry to be nitpicky; they just caught my eye.

Posted by: jess (jp5412)
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 05:16 pm (UTC)

This is one of the best Shassie stories I've ever read. I love your lassy characterization, he's so sad!

Anyway, I hope you update this soon!

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 06:31 pm (UTC)

YAY! New chapter! *dances*

Loved it!

Posted by: that chick over there (wornoutbirks)
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 09:55 pm (UTC)
New Boyfriend

I'm still totally in love with this series so far. It's so wonderful and I like that Lassi seems to have a Johnny Smith-esque way of being psychic. Can't wait for more!!!

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: September 21st, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)

you misspelled "exited" as "excited" and I thought Spencer excited the casino lol

also it's in "lieu" of not in "lue" of

Posted by: CrimsonQuills (crimsonquills)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
GeekOut

Even though I knew it was coming and even though I want Lassy to get together with Shawn, you still made me feel bad for Lassy when Lucinda left him. *hugs poor Lassy* Don't worry, Lassy. It'll all work out for the best!

Looking forward to the next part. :-)

Posted by: Karen (byrons_brain)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2007 08:06 pm (UTC)
psych love

Oh I love it, Lassiter is just perfect... I can't wait for more...

Posted by: neviditelny (neviditelny)
Posted at: September 22nd, 2007 11:07 pm (UTC)
tardis

Awww~! I love me some stressed out Lassi!

Posted by: I bleed el tricolor y tengo el corazon blanco. (coldryuuza)
Posted at: September 23rd, 2007 07:41 am (UTC)
touch

hee-hee. hey as long as you write like this, i'll still read it, even if the slash never comes (thought i would love it more if the slash did come)
:D
great stuff, please continue

Posted by: L'autrice nascosta (bbr_writes)
Posted at: September 25th, 2007 03:22 am (UTC)

Great stuff—smut or no smut, very much looking forward to future installments! I have a weakness for fics that incorporate actual dialogue, and you do it well.

A few typos that I caught:
1. "McCallum mutter" s/b muttered
2. "Lucinda posture stiffened" s/b Lucinda's
3. "Lassiter said viscously" — wasn't sure if you meant viciously...

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Posted by: Ice_Whisper (ice_whisper)
Posted at: January 21st, 2008 04:03 pm (UTC)

Any idea when you'll be updating this?

Posted by: eternal_dolor (eternal_dolor)
Posted at: April 28th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)

This is such an unique story. I'm really looking forward to more

Posted by: Debris K. (debris_k)
Posted at: August 1st, 2009 07:19 am (UTC)
Psych Shawn/Carlton by atlantisgrrrl

I just stumbled over this story and wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed reading it. I wish it had more than these four parts and maybe a definite word on whether or not it will remain a WIP forever, but other than that I commend you on a great job. :-)

Posted by: questioning in order to create (tigriswolf)
Posted at: August 15th, 2009 06:49 am (UTC)
always a king

Oh, I wish there'd been more to this. It's fascinating!

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: August 29th, 2009 06:02 pm (UTC)
Awesomecakes

I love this story sooooooooooo much! It has to be one of my top all three favorites and it's not even finished. :D Hope there will be more!

Posted by: Boyd (pinglederry)
Posted at: September 27th, 2009 03:46 am (UTC)
sad Jackman

Please write more? *hopeful face* You're the only one who's gone this route so far, and I love it, and it would be so so amazing if there was more. :D

Posted by: Dea Brynhild Ensomhet (brynspikess)
Posted at: November 23rd, 2009 07:23 pm (UTC)

Just stumbled over this - it's a pretty snazzy idea. I hope you post more of it!

Posted by: lollo89 (lollo89)
Posted at: June 15th, 2010 02:49 pm (UTC)

Just finished reading this and I'm wondering if there's more anywhere. Love it so far, never seen that plot anywhere before. Mooore...please? :D

Posted by: jellybubble (jellybubble)
Posted at: June 13th, 2011 04:56 pm (UTC)
Sherlock Bodybag

Wow, I'm sad to see this story stopped. I think it had the hallmarks of being one of those epic fics in fandom that is recced as a must read.

I know its been literally years but I still hope you'll come back and continue this. I've reread it half a dozen times now and its been lingering in my mind, making me wonder what would happen next. Especially with what you left us with in the prologue!

I like how you've given us glimpses of how Lassiter's psychic works and the background that you were laying down. Your characterisation of Lassiter also tugs at the heartstrings while still being true to character.

I think I'll be coming back to what's here for a long time still wondering what's going to happen next, so I hope you add on to it some day. I'm excited to see what leads up to the prologue and what will happen after! Nice work!

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