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[head_psychic]

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Oh Lassy. I am deeply, deeply moved.

Ziva, don't worry. You'll always have a special place in my heart!

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[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

I don't have time for this.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh, I understand. Real soulmates don't have to talk. We can feel each other. It's okay.

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

If I give you something to keep you busy, will you leave me alone for at least today?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

You mean you got a case for me? Awesome! That is so nice! I totally have the best soulmate ever!

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

I'm only giving it to you because I'm too busy working on real cases. There's a missing cat involved.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

A missing cat...?

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

*sighs*

... And the diamond studded collar she was wearing. But the owner cares about the cat, not the collar. Got that?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah! Got it! ... so what are you working on that you don't have time for it? *innocent smile*

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

You can't tell me, Spencer?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh, that depends. Let me come over and read your palm.

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

That isn't not bothering me.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Sweet. I missed you too.

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Okay. Fine. Come and read my palm.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Try to keep your mind spiritually clean. It would be great if you could run around your desk three times and do a little chant. I'll be right there!

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Wonderful.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Giggling, Shawn grabs his jacket and leaves the office. Humming excitedly he jumps onto his motorcycle. It doesn't take him long to reach the department.

It's weird. When something is fun and worthwhile it doesn't take him long to get anywhere but as soon as it becomes boring or stupid or unpleasant Shawn just seems to be glued to the spot, like in those very unsettling dreams where you are running and running and running and never move at all. He figured out long ago that this was probably life's way to tell you what to do and what to delay. And life seemed wise enough to be taken seriously on that behalf.

Walking down the hallway he greets various people and takes in some random details on the way before he reaches his destination.

"Lassy-face! Soulmate!" He beams and slumps - not without letting his eyes dart over everything two seconds can provide him with - into on of the chairs. "Did you do the chant? We can totally do it now if you want to, I can be your spiritual guide."

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

The urge to smash his head against his desk repeatedly is almost too hard to resist. In fact, for a split second he wonders if he did it hard enough would he be able to kill himself? Spencer wouldn't see that coming...

He flips the folder in front of him shut sharply, to make sure that the case he's working on is fully out of view, and then pushes it to the side. Part of him wants to be astounded by whatever Spencer has to say. He might even be welcoming the distraction deep down, somewhere inside, even if the rest of him is already annoyed and frustrated by the man sitting across from him.

"No." As soon as he mutters it, he realises that he probably should have lied. But Spencer would have known it wasn't the truth. Lassiter leans his elbows on his desk and steeples his fingers in front of him. "I'm not going to either."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Fine. But you do realize it could turn out to be a little... chaotic then. The mind is a chaotic place. Twisted and disorganized and even a bit dirty, of course, you can think in a straight, logic line but that doesn't keep your aura and spiritual energy from doing the limbo-party without taking care of the empty bottles afterwards. Seriously, it is a mess. Like that asylum in 'Don't say a word!', which isn't even half as good as the trailers pretended but which you never should watch with Gus after midnight, even though I can not understand why he is scared by that number writing movements of that girl, though she is the best actor of the whole movie. Palm?" Sucking in air for the first time since he started talking Shawn reaches out and looks at Lassiter expectantly.

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Blinking through the long chain of monologue, Lassiter tried not to pay attention to the words. He knows they aren't important. Spencer's mind must be the most chaotic place on Earth, full of stray empties, he catches himself thinking.

Where did he put the cat case file? He starts to pick through the files on his desk in order to shut the ramble out, and hopefully project the impression that he isn't interested. Why does he need to hear about Spencer's personal life, the films he likes to watch in his spare time, and who with? Why would he care? Who's the actress he's talking about?

The single, abrupt word stands out amongst the others, and the detective looks up to see Spencer reaching out for him. Looking around, Lassiter checks that no one is looking, before holding his palm out awkwardly for Spencer to take.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn takes the hand and smiles before his face turns into a mask of concentration. "Alright, what do we have here..."

Squinting, Shawn lets his mind wander back and recaptures noted and filed details sealed in his memory.

Hallway. Board. Crime scene fotos. Names.

Lassy's desk. Notes. More names. Numbers. Files.

Lassy. Body language. Clothes. A spot on his suit.

Wait. Back to hallway. Another desk. Spilled coffee on the papers.

"Ohh! I'm getting something!" Shawn writhes and mutters a curse. "Ow! You... damn, how could you possibly miss the edge of that desk! Your hip is not happy. Same for your coffee mug."

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Despite resisting the urge to yank his hand out of Spencer's grasp, Lassiter can't help the small jerk of reaction along his arm. Damn. His hip feels bruised, right on the bone, and his mug... His wife, ex-wife, whatever it is she wants to call herself these days, gave him that for Christmas a few years ago. So, it was nothing fancy, just a plain black mug with a couple of minimalist scarlet lines running through it. It was him. She had all her chintzy ornaments, but she had still known exactly what he would like.

And now it was cracked and unusable.

"Now try telling me something useful, Spencer." He might have sneered a little.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Meoow. Someone's cranky," Shawn comments and shrugs.

"I guess I have to dig deeper..." He closes his eyes and runs his thumb over the detective's palm. "I can see something... I see... I see lines. A lot of lines. Why do I get lines? It's not your life line, I hope, because those lines are bad, they... hurt. The... killed someone. Oh my God, those are vicious lines! They... "

With a sudden yelp Shawn's body jolts into a series of spasms, still clinging to Lassiter's hand until his forehead hits the desk with a low thud. "I always hated that part of Jurassic Park. When they climb down that damned thing."

Sitting up again Shawn rubs his temple with his free hand. "An electrical fence. You don't think it was an accident."