Shawn lay beside me, his arm draped over my side. I rolled over and kissed his nose. He smiled in whatever dream he was having that night. I whispered his name, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Lassie-face," he murmured, then sank into a deeper sleep. I put my lips to his, very gently, and drifted off in his gentle embrace.

The next morning, we woke up, and Shawn started to get dressed. I was still a bit tired, and I wanted to go back to sleep, but Shawn reminded me that I had a job, and I got ready. "Hey, Shawn, anywhere you want to go later? I hear there's a new restaurant, and Juliet told me they had an amazing pineapple upside-down cake," I said as he kissed the back of my neck.

He smiled and shook his head as he walked in front of me. "No. I've got all I want right here with you, Lassie-face."

"Shawn, this is the first time I've heard you turn down pineapple. What's up?" I asked, slightly worried.

"Nothing, I just prefer you to pineapple. You're like catnip to me. I can't get enough." He smiled and kissed me full on the lips. I returned the favor, taking in the warmth of his lips. We kissed for a while, then Shawn pulled away. "Listen, we had better get to the office, okay, Lassie?"

"Alright," I said, disappointment that the kiss hadn't lasted longer rising in my chest. He went outside and climbed on his motercycle. He waved me outside, then somehow convinced me to straddle the deathtrap and recieve a ride to the Santa Barbara Police Department. We made it alive, thankfully, and I climbed off. Shawn followed suit, and we walked in to the building.

"And that's why we need Shawn and Lassiter to stay behind on this case. Oh, hello, Shawn, Detective Lassiter," said Chief Vick, her hand resting on my desk. I nodded, and my psychic boyfriend bounded over and started asking people what was going on.

I asked Chief Vick what the latest case was. She replied, "The case is about Lanie Karlton, a young murder victim found in a sewer. She was brutally slashed to pieces. It looks like the handiwork of a serial killer. I need both you and Shawn to stay OFF this case. I don't have a very good feeling about either one of you ending up on the case."

I walked back over to Shawn and told him, "We can't work this case." Before he could whine, I said, "I don't exactly want my boyfriend to end up a serial killer's victim."

"I'm glad to see you care, Lassie-face. If you didn't, I'd be sad, and I wouldn't want to be around you anymore." He embraced me, and I pushed my lips against his. A few people gawked at us, but we didn't care. Finally, Shawn pulled away, saying, "But we need to be put on the case. We can solve this. You with your badge, me with my psychicness."

"I'm sorry, Shawn. I wish we were on the case, too, but the Chief would never allow it. I love you, Shawn. Almost too much." We kissed again, not really caring that we were in plain view when our relationship was supposed to be a secret.