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[rispacooper]

How have you been? What's up? Look at all those stories that have been posted that I have to try to track down now. Pfft. Maybe I shall be lazy and just read the ones rec'd to me. I did notice some kerfuffle, the effects of which are only the vaguest ripple in my neck of the LJ pond at the moment. I'm sure I shall feel them more later. I'm too low energy today to investigate, though I have been downing the B vitamins like you wouldn't believe.

I volunteered to rec for a month on crack_van, though they haven't responded yet, I'm still antsy.

Also, do I have money to go the X-Files movie (and CKR)? Hmmm, probably not.

I'm taking great comfort in the fact that Lincoln didn't really achieve what he wanted until later in life; it makes me feel like much less of a loser dork. And I have this urge to reread all of catlover's "Greg Sanders: Private Dick" AU, which would take FOREVER but is still fun. (And oh, someone needs to volunteer to update the CSI recs on crack_van, they are *old* and haven't been updated in forever).

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[senor-coconut-1.livejournal.com]

Ghosts, mummies, dead bodies, Detective Carlton Lassiter. Maybe not in that order, but it’s just a small part of the list of things that scare the hell out of Gus. Right now, he could add “being spotted by Shawn” to that list even though he knows that Shawn is out taking pictures of a very flexible for his age mayoral candidate and his very illegal for his age mistress and not expected to be anywhere near the SPBD today and, also, so far, Shawn has dutifully kept his word to stay away as much as possible out of nothing more than a rational fear of having to sit through another lecture.

Still, Gus can’t help but look around him with every few steps, praying that Shawn isn’t getting ready to jump out at him, bouncing from behind a ficus to shove a case file in his face. He walks straight up to Detective Lassiter’s desk and, before he can clear his throat, Lassiter looks up at him with a look Gus can’t quite decipher.

“Mr. Guster. To what do I owe this little visit today? Did Spencer send you down here to try to clear up some parking tickets or are you here to tell me he has landed himself in jail and I get to go there and gloat?” The fire isn’t quite there and it doesn’t take a fake psychic to read Lassiter.

“Actually, detective, I—I—I was--,” Gus stammers and he realizes how hard this is going to be and maybe he should have thought this out a little more before storming in. “—I was wondering if you could recommend the best place to learn to shoot a handgun.” No, dummy, that wasn’t it. He picks at an invisible thread on his shirt and looks around for Shawn again.

Lassiter looks a little taken aback and then smirks. “Why, Mister Guster has the PI business finally gotten too dangerous for you? Have Spencer’s exploits finally caught up with him and you finally realized just how unsafe you are with him?” Gus thinks Lassiter might offer to teach him if only there is a chance he could convince Gus to “accidentally” shoot Shawn.

And now Gus just has to run with it. Why does Lassiter have to be so scary? “No, Detective Lassiter, I have to carry some pretty powerful narcotics on my route and one of our reps in Chula Vista was robbed at gunpoint last week and he’s still recovering in the hospital. I just want…you know…a little protection. I was wondering what the steps were to get a permit to carry one and the best person who can teach me how to use one if I ever needed one.” Gus is proud of himself. That actually sounds good.

Lassiter stares at Gus for a minute, trying to gauge whether to help Gus or not. He is the less annoying one of the pair and isn’t prone to bullshit like Spencer is and he holds a real job that Lassiter has actually heard of him going to once or twice. Against his better judgment, Lassiter sighs and stands.

“Alright, Mister Guster, I have a friend down at the police range who can help you learn to shoot your target and not your own ass…or Spencer’s. As for the permit, I can introduce you to someone downstairs who can help you with all the steps to get one. I have to go down there anyway, so you can walk with me.”

Gus doesn’t know if Shawn is rubbing off on him after all these years or if Lassiter was ridiculously obvious about it, but he didn’t fail to notice the change in his face when he mentioned Shawn’s ass.

Lassiter comes from behind his desk and adjusts his tie awkwardly, the small smile Gus is trying to hide not escaping his attention.

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Gus doesn’t struggle to keep up with long-legged Lassiter like others do and Lassiter can almost appreciate Gus a little more for that fact and the fact that their walk is silent.

“So, detective…” Well, it couldn’t last forever, could it? “What did you do last night?” It was a crap conversation starter and they both knew it and Gus knows that Lassiter is just waiting for him to get around to the real reason for this visit.

“I read, Mister Guster. I was going through the profile of the suspected bird dealers who might have a stake in stealing two extremely rare, extremely expensive Blue Amazon Parrots from Tamatoa Teiki’s mansion.”
“The Polynesian airline heir? The Tahiti Tweety case?”

“Tahiti Tweety? Is that what the media are calling it?” Up until 4 am researching and profiling and he hasn’t had nearly enough coffee for it to be reduced to a cutesy rhyming nickname, especially when the birds are worth over twenty thousand dollars each.

Ok, that’s not helping his cause any, making Lassiter mad. Time to try a new approach.

“We, Shawn and I, sat in last night. No cases or anything. Watched a movie. Pirates of the Caribbean 2. It was kind of bad and Shawn thought that all of that rum was being wasted without the addition of a pineap--,”

Lassiter harrumphs. “Of course Spencer would relate to law-breaking, no good pirates. Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Actually, he seemed very focused on the British Navy officers. The ones in wigs, you know. Said he admired their—OOF!”


Gus has suddenly found himself shoved into a small room with nothing but a few desks and a pissed off Lassiter, who has him by the back of the collar and is not letting go. He jerks Gus around to face him and Gus does not want the last thing he ever sees to be Lassiter’s angry face. Gus flinches slightly, not knowing whether Lassiter is going to kill him right there in the police station. If anyone could hide his body and cover up his murder, it would be the man who has foiled a lot of attempts in his career.

“Alright, Mister Guster, you have three seconds to explain or so help me, I will find some reason to throw you in lockup! Did Spencer send you here? Are you here trying to get information for him?” Gus will never understand how Shawn can think an angry Lassiter is a turn-on. He’s scary and there is a real air of danger to him and Gus thinks Shawn should fear for his life more if Lassiter regularly gets this way with him.

“N-no, Detective, Shawn doesn’t know I’m here! I swear! He would kill me more than you are going to if he knew I was here.” Fingers loosen on his collar and Lassiter backs away slightly, readjusting his tie and giving Gus all his attention. “Look, Detective, I am not here to cause trouble or make you mad—madder—but Shawn is my best friend and if you have any respect for him, any at all, if you truly do hate him or if you are just hiding how you truly feel, you need to tell him the truth. I’ve seen how both of you are acting lately and I’m sure you don’t want someone like me telling you how ridiculous you both are. I’ve gotten him to promise to leave you alone, so that gives you plenty of time to think about it, but you two need to figure out how you feel about each other, Detective Lassiter.”

Lassiter doesn’t blink or change the dumbstruck expression on his face as he runs a hand through his hair and walks out the door, leaving Gus alone and a little confused as to whether the talk did any good or made things worse.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

Is that the end? Maybe it's the end bothering you, I feel a little...abruptly cut off. I don't know if I want more or what.

Though when I have problems with an ending, I've learned it generally means that I didn't properly resolve something earlier in the story and I have to fix that to end it right.

But I don't if that's it, or if I'm just greedy for more. (This is possible, I am greedy).

You know what was awesome about S.2, is that Gus sort of came into his own, and starting snapping back at Shawn, and Shawn let him. No wonder he became Fearless Guster in S.3, all that confidence.

That just occurred me just now, so I'm assuming that's my subconscious telling me something about this story. I wish I knew what.

(I reread stripper thing: I noticed that Shawn knows he wants Lassiter really, really badly. He knows he has strange protective feelings about Lassiter, but he doesn't get that that's love. But yeah, Gus would, since Gus has been in love before (and married) and Shawn doesn't even get past first dates. Also Shawn mentions that Gus had a talk a with him, so hey, it's canon).

[senor-coconut-1.livejournal.com]

Eh, I can't think these days...opening a new restaurant and things are crazy.

I didn't resolve things too well because I didn't know where I was taking things because I wrote it in your internt absence and I was kind of waiting to see whether this was even possible in your canon, so it was just scribbled in, like, twenty minutes.

Well, more like 25 because there was a lot of research for that throwaway bird case joke.

I want to flesh it out a bit more and maybe have Gus lose his confidence a little toward the end and run away or something like that, because you know that he would still scream like a girly man if he thought Lassi would kill him.

I want to leave Lassi speechless at the end still. I don't want him revealing ANYTHING to Gus and I want him to be too shocked to even respond coherently.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

Heee! I love it when research takes up more time than the writing, especially when the research is for some throwaway thing. Heeee!


No actually, this would put a whole new spin on the stripper story, because we don't get Lassi's pov, other than his horniness, we can only guess what he's thinking, but if we know that Gus talked to him...even if he doesn't believe Gus, and yes, he'd be suspicious, he'd still wonder...

hmmm