A/N: So, I debated for a while about finishing this, since it was started on a whim anyway. Inspiration came back around while listening to a song that I love, but also am slightly weirded out by, so here is another chapter with some hints about what's to come.

Anyway, overall I am trying to make my rounds through all of the stories I have that are still incomplete and write as much as I can in my free time, but I will spend the most effort where the love is, so pleaaaase review your favourites!

-The Bedroom-

Shawn woke up feeling better than he thought he would. He expected the heavy head of falling asleep after crying, and tossing and turning given the dream he'd had only hours before, but he felt fine. A little numb, but mostly fine.

Carlton noticed when Shawn had stirred and made his way over to the bed. They stared at each other for a moment before the older man leaned in for a slow kiss. What started as a simple 'good morning' kiss quickly deepened, Shawn realizing just how much he needed the comfort of his lover's touch.

When Lassiter went to pull away, Shawn's hand held the back of his head, pressing their lips closer together, silently begging him to stay. Carlton settled into the bed, pulling the covers off of his boyfriend. As they kissed, Shawn undressed them, eager to feel warm skin against his.

Shawn moaned and gasped as Carlton's hands roamed his body, pushing every bad thought out of his mind. He bit his lip as his partner slid inside of him, fingers digging into his shoulders. Neither were worried about the lack of preparation, thinking only about how much they needed the other's touch.

They kissed, breath mingling as they both climaxed quickly. They huffed as Carlton moved off to the side, burying his face in Shawn's chest.

"I'm sorry about last night." He almost whispered against the psychic's skin. "It's just so..."

"Crazy? Yeah, I thought so too." Shawn kissed the top of his lover's head. "Then I saw it happen and I knew. I just knew that it was real."

Carlton sat up, his back against the headboard, holding the younger man's hand. "How much did you see? Do you know who killed him?"

He shook his head woefully. "No. I only saw when you were there. I know what you know, but I felt it. Everything that he felt." Shawn tightened the grip of his fingers. "You have no idea what it meant to him to have you there, to hear you saying 'I love you', to kiss you…"

The Head Detective bit his lip and closed his eyes, refusing to tear up. "Why now? We've known each other for years, why didn't you see any of this before?"

"I wasn't a real psychic before, for starters. I don't know what changed or why, it just did." He wished he had a better answer, but he really didn't have any clue.

"But there has to be a reason for it, right? Is the guy going to kill more people? Does Elliot have a message for me? What?" He grasped for reason, anything to explain why these things were happening. He needed rationale.

Shawn laughed lightly. "You have no idea how many things he's wanted to say to you. He's been reaching out for years, you just haven't noticed." He felt his lover stiffen at the remark before he realized what he'd said. "That's not what I meant…"

"I know, I know, it's just… You're right. I never believed in this stuff before, he could have been right in front of me and I wouldn't have seen it."

"He's been right in front of you. A lot." Shawn stared off in the distance, knowing what would come next as Lassiter looked around nervously, like he expected something to jump out at him.

"He isn't here now." They sat in a sad silence for several minutes. "He was here with you the first night I was in the I.C.U., sleeping next to you. All he's ever wanted was for you to fall in love again and he was worried that you had realized it too late with me."

The older man just sat, listening. Overwhelmed by the events of the day already.

Shawn chuckled to himself, remembering an early dream of a jealous Elliot. "At first, he wanted to hate the fact that I could be with you in a way that that couldn't. That I could talk to you and you would talk back, that I could feel you. He told me that he felt like he'd been replaced, but now he's just happy that you have someone that loves you like he did and that you aren't alone."

Carlton smiled at that, glad that Elliot wasn't upset with him. He wanted more than anything for El to be happy, wherever he was.

"The case is still open, isn't it?" Lassiter could hear the gears turning in the other's head as the questions came out.

"It is, but I can't have anything to do with it and I'm not sure that I want you to either." As much as he wanted justice, if another serial killer got a hold of Shawn, he couldn't imagine what he would do.

"I know, but even if it seems crazy now, this has to be happening for a reason. If we can just find out why, we can give what we find to Juliet and let her handle it, but I have to know. We have to do something." Shawn was obviously set on the idea of helping Eliot and it made Lassiter smile a little on the inside.

"Okay. I can't have anything to do with this, though. You get the files on your own and you keep them at the Psych office. If we talk about the case, we have to be discreet. If we catch this guy and he walks because of me..." He didn't have to finish the sentence, Shawn knew that he wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened. Or that he would do something very, very stupid.

Shawn leaned in to kiss Carlton one more time. "I know. We'll be careful." He slid off of the bed, heading for the closet. He wasn't hungry, but he was eager to get to the SBPD headquarters and get that file. There had been plenty of cases that wouldn't have been solved if it wasn't for his gift and he hoped this one would be the same.

"Want to ride with me?" Lassiter dug a suit out of the closet next to Shawn, laying it out on the bed.

"Yeah, I think it's supposed to rain again today." They got ready without many more words as they brushed their teeth and made coffee. Shawn used to think that things like that in a relationship were boring, but he loved the monotonous mornings with Lassiter. He loved when they squeezed past each other as they navigated the bathroom, both trying to get ready at the same time. He especially loved when he would straighten his boyfriend's tie before kissing him goodbye and wishing him a good day at work.

While he loved to spend his time being carefree and supporting Lassiter, and occassionally helping him with a case, he really was happy to have something more to do. He didn't press the issue of going back to work because he knew that Carlton was worried about him and honestly, he wasn't sure if he was ready. Now, he knew that it didn't matter if he was ready, there was work to be done and no one else to do it.

-The Station-

After charming his way into the records room, Shawn took a few minutes to find the files he was looking for. The folder was surprisingly thick for a killer that hadn't been caught. When he started to look through the pages, he realized that there wasn't a lot of information on the killer or the crimes, but of the victims. There were nine total, Elliot being the last of them. The amount of information that they had collected on the killer wasn't much at all.

As he skimmed the pages, he noted the dates and times of events as well as victim information such as birthdates and the cities they were from. He was hoping to find a quick connection that would give him something to start with, but they were all so random.

The first victim was Karen Wright, 33 year old mother of two that was twice divorced and unemployeed at the time. His second victim was Isaac Levelle a 19 year old college freshman attending UCLA on a basketball scholarship. The last was a 26 year old Elliot Warren, local artist and best friend of SBPD officer Carlton Lassiter. In between, there were men and women, the youngest victim being 14, the oldest being 66.

Shawn immediately discounted all information on Elliot, assuming that he was only killed to have Lassiter taken off of the case and to make a point. If there was any sort of pattern, it would be likely that he wouldn't fit into it.

He spent a few hours making lists, writing down significant dates, times, cities and any other information that had been collected from all of the victims as well as birthdays and personal information.

The files had the victims listed by last name, but as he was making a list of the victims by first name to compare, he noticed something odd. He listed the names in order: Karen, Isaac, Nathaniel, Greta, Sergio, Cedrick, Randy, Olivia and Salma. He highlighted the first letter of each name, coming up with 'K-I-N-G-S-C-R-O-S'.

He blinked for a moment, speaking the words out loud as he read down the list. "Kings Cross?" There was no way that in the almost two years that they were hunting this guy and in the year before the case went cold, that no one had noticed that. He pulled his laptop from his bag and started searching. His first instinct was that it could be a location or a landmark, but he couldn't find anything in California that made sense. He saved it just in case, but moved on.

After several dozen pages of looking through religious references as his second idea, he was about to give up when he noticed a related search had popped up in a small, blue font. "King's Crossing by Elliott Smith." He mused out loud as he clicked it. The name was what caught his attention.

The screen opened up to a video player and immediately started. It began with an eerie screeching music and disjointed whispers. Shawn got chills down his spine before the words even began to be sung, but the lyrics only made it worse.

The king's crossing was the main attraction, dominoes falling in a chain reaction.

The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final and nobody gets a reprieve. And every wave is tidal - if you hang around you're going to get wet.

I can't prepare for death any more than I already have. All you can do now is watch the shells, the game looks easy, that's why it sells. Frustrated fireworks inside your head are going to stand and deliver talk instead.

I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity and I get my check from the trash treasury, because I took my own insides out.

His voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred and I only understand every other word. Open your parachute and grab your gun, falling down like an omen, a setting sun.

This is the place where time reverses, dead men talk to all the pretty nurses. Instruments shine on a silver tray. Don't let me get carried away.

Shawn was glad when the video ended, feeling a little sick. He stared at the screen, wondering if his gut was right in thinking that he'd stumbled on to something of great importance. Just in case, he downloaded the song on his phone. He closed his laptop and began to gather his things when he noticed the time. He and Lassiter had a lunch date in half an hour and he was at a good stopping point.

- The Restaurant-

"You found something, didn't you?" Lassiter sat down at the table Shawn had chosen and the brunette hadn't even noticed, obviously stuck in his head.

Shawn looked up, a little surprised that he had been so out of it. "I think so." Carlton looked at him nervously. "Does 'King's Crossing' mean anything to you?"

They paused for a moment to order their usual meals, waiting for the waitress to leave before continuing. "Not off the top of my head, no. What is it?" The detective tried to remember it, but it had been almost 10 years since he was removed from the case.

Shawn showed his partner the list of names and pulled out his phone and headphones to share the song. He sat in silence as the other listened. When it finished, they stared at each other, not sure exactly what to say.

"I don't want to jump to conclusions, and it's all very cryptic, but I do see some potential connections. I think that it's as good a place as any to start." The air around them was somewhat awkward as their food arrived and they began to eat.

"I know it's kind of a leap, but it just feels important. I can't explain it." Shawn Bit his lip, bringing up what they had both been thinking about it. "You realize that if the names are the connection, there are still four missing."

Lassiter nodded solemnly, having been thinking the same thing. "How does El fit in? Or does he?" Carlton had just realized that there was no 'E' in 'King's Crossing'. He was glad he hadn't ordered much, not having the stomach for what they were discussing. Normally, he was unfazed, but this was very personal for him.

Shawn shook his head as he swallowed a fork full of chili cheese fries. "At first, I figured that he wasn't intended to be part of the pattern, so I took him out." Between bites he explained. "The song is by Elliott Smith. I don't know if Elliot's murder was as strictly strategic as it seemed. Maybe he was part of it all along?"

Lassiter pushed his plate away, not able to finish the rest. He wasn't sure if he was upset or relieved by the thought that Elliot played into the mad man's plot. On one hand, he had always felt guilty that El had gotten killed because of him, to get him off the case. On the other hand, if the killer had chosen him before, then Lassiter would have been helpless to save him. He didn't like either option.

As they walked back to the station, Shawn fully realized what he had gotten himself into. Neither of them had expected to have a lead, even one so vague as a song, so soon. He couldn't let Carlton down on this one. He reached over and grabbed his lover's hand, entertwining their fingers in an unspoken promise.

-TBC-