Lassiters Break Down

i do not own Psych

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“How much longer do we have to wait?”
Lassiter fingers kept clenching and unclenching at his side as he stared at his boss, “What’s the hold up?”
Vick rubbed her forehead from the growing pain, “Don’t start with me Lassiter.” She snapped, “The kidnapper has yet to call us.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Do you know what phone he used? Do we have a number?” Vick only nodded before sighing, “We’ve been calling it and no one is picking up. Not even a voice mail to give us a name. We’re stuck, all we can do is wait.”
“Wait?! Why Can’t we just send some of our men in there? The guy wants me! let me go in, that way we can get this over and done with!”
“And risk losing you and the hostage because you want to go home? Not happening. You will wait with the rest of us, its all we can do now in till we get more info.”
Lassiter flinched, his lips pressed. He didn’t like this feeling, not at all. Before, this would not bother him. If he had a date and a something came up that he had to cancel, he wouldn’t think twice about it. Sure there would be a little guilt when he was done but it never got in the way of his job. But now, guilt was rising in his chest, his stomach felt heavy with worry. Why did it bother him now? It never did, not with any other girl he was lucky enough to snag. So why now did he bother him and make him want to run back to his car and rush back home, make him want to pound on the door and scream to the high heavens that he was sorry and he would make it up as long as Val opened the door. Reaching into his pocket, he fingers squeezed his phone. Normally he would turn it off, but tonight he couldn’t drag himself to do it. He wanted to be there to answer it the second she called to yell at him. Just as long as he heard her voice, he would be okay.
Letting his phone go, his eyes glanced back to the building. The apartment complex was closed off after a fire broke out on the third floor, almost tarring the place down. A boiling pot left unattended. The owners of the apartments were a easy going couple, that being their downfall. A lot of the people whom lived in the building were late on their rents and when the fire broke out, the couple didn’t have the funds to repair the damages. So they booked it out and left it behind. No one wanted to take up where they left off so the building was condemned. There were no signs of lights threw any of the windows nor any clues that could tell them if the kidnapper was on the second floor or first. If he ran into that building, he would be running in blind. He hated it, to be force to stand and wait and hope that somehow they would get the call that would start this show.
While his mind tracked on, trying to figure out a plan, a voice broke it and made him jerk. “Lassie-face, if you keep that look you’re going to scare all the witty police men off.” He groaned and looked to Shawn, who stared at him innocently. “Did you find anything?” He asked. He noticed how Shawn glanced away from him before placing his hands up, “Not really, thou I did find out that if a sunflower dies, you’ll have rain for a week. Freaky huh?” Lassiter covered his face with his hands. “If you will excuse me sweetness, I have something to do.” Lowering his hands, Lassiter watched Shawn hurriedly move to Vicks side, taking her arm and pulling her away to speak. What the hell was he telling her? He rose a brow when Vicks face looked bewildered. Juliet just appeared at his side, followed by her love struck puppy Gus, the second Vick voice snapped, “I can’t do that!”
“What’s going on here?” Shawn twitched when Lassiter voice boomed over his head. He at times dreamed of Lassiter being behind him, but never like this. He looked at Vick with pleaing eyes before turning to him. “Lassie, mommy and daddy are talking.” Juliet frowned looking to Vicks worried expression, “Shawn…” He was stuck again. He tried to be quiet about this but fate was not on his side. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, Gus slowly approaching, taking his spot beside his friend to help.
“… I asked Vick to take Lassiter off the case.”
Shawn didn’t know what he hated the most, Lassiter disgusted, ‘what?!’ Juliet’s bewildered, ‘why?!’ or Vicks disapproval head shake. He bit his inner cheek, readying himself for the storm that was heading his way. Lassiter stepped towards him, his face twisted in rage. His chest was stuck roughly by his hand, pushing him back, causing him to stumble which his friend caught, stopping him before he fell. “Who do you think you are?” Lassiter muttered, his blue eyes narrowed. Juliet began to talk, her hands rising to stop her partner, but he only pulled away, stepping closer to Shawn, whoms eyes seemed to be more interested on the ground. “Did you have a ‘vision’ is that it? Was I going to take the glory from you?”
“No.’ Shawn whispered, his lips a frown. He didn’t like this. Lassiter anger hurt him more then anything else. Shawn had tried so hard and struggled for a simple approval from Lassiter, something he could not get from his dad. And now he was trying all he could to protect him and Lassiter was treating him like a criminal. Someone below him… “Then what Spencer?! Why are you trying to take me off this case? You better have a damn good reason or I swear to god I’m going to cuff you myself and drag your ass down to-’
‘Call V.D!’
Lassiters eyes widen at Shawn scared expression. He took a small step back, feeling Juliets hand touch his arm to steady him. Shawn was staring at the ground, his fingers clenching and unclenching. His lips twisted in an ugly snarl of a frown, his brows narrowed. “What are you getting at?” Shawn only shock his head, looking back to Lassiter, his eyes serious. “Call her.” Lassiter pressed his lips, refusing to obey this con-artist… but after a few of his heart beats, his fingers reached, pulling out his phone, flipping it open slowly. “Shawn, what’s this about?” Juliet asked lightly, looking to Gus confused. Shawn took a deep breath before finally breaking down and letting out what he was trying to keep.
“What ring tone does V.D. have for you Lassie?” Lassiter rose a brow at him as he scanned the small screen of his cell phone, hitting his speed dial. “Some song she heard on the radio. I think its country, sappy love song or something.” Hitting send, he placed the phone to his ear. “Why? Did you want to compare tones and see if yours is better?” He tried to make light of the uneasy feeling growing in his stomach, but the look on Shawns face was doing nothing to keep him on the bright side. He heard one ring, then two.

‘Romeo take me, somewhere were we can be alone, I’ll be waiting, all you got to do is run, you be the prince and I’ll be the princess, it’s a love story, baby just say yes……’

His eyes widen slowly as Shawn pocket began to vibrate, singing ’Love song’ over and over again. His hand trembled a little, listening to the rings in his ear before it snapped to voice mail, hearing the music from Shawns pocket at the same time, suddenly stop. “…What…” Gus looked away as Shawn reached into his pocket. With a yank, he shoved his arm in front of him, letting the group stare in bewilderment. Lassiters lips parted in shock as his phone slipped from his suddenly slack fingers, cracking on the ground. “Shawn..”
Shawn held a battered pink flip cell phone in his tightly clutched hands. The little screen on its surface flashing light, bearing the miss calls.

“… I believe the kidnapper has Valerie.”