Lassiter narrowed his eyes, “And what is that supposed to imply?” he asked. “Well, you can tell O’Hara that she should mind her own business.” She said through clenched teeth, “He is fine, and frankly, I don’t think he’s going to want to drag himself out of bed to talk to you.” It’d be better for her peace of mind if I could say I’ve actually seen him.” He said, shrugging. Sure, he was annoying, but it still didn’t feel right to insult him like that. It made him feel ill, hearing her talk about Shawn that way. Doesn’t feel great, you know?” she giggled, “Don’t worry, when he’s better I’ll be glad to get him to annoy someone else for a change.” “Spencer hasn’t been at the station in a while, and O’Hara sent me to check on him.”Ībigail smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes, “Ah. Lassiter put on his best ‘I hate Spencer’ face and spoke. “Ah.” She said, out of breath, yet still managing a passive aggressive perky tone, “Detective Lassiter. Lassiter noticed immediately she was breathing a little heavy, like she had just done something strenuous, and was trying to get her breathing back under control. He rang the bell, and around thirty seconds later, Abigail answered the door. Even walking up the path to the door, nothing seemed out of place. Pulling up to Abigail and Shawn’s house, he was hypervigilant, looking for any signs of something amiss. Things to do.” Before Juliet could point out that went against Lassiter’s seemingly infallible work ethic, he power walked out to his car, determined. Though, considering the mind fog, it was a miracle he managed to stutter out, “Uh, you know. Lassiter tried his best to think of an excuse. “Where are you going, Carlton?” she asked, surprised, “It’s not like you to leave work early.” He was going to go over there immediately and figure out what the hell was happening. But even so, he wouldn’t stop ‘investigating’ this. Thirteen letters, and yet such an inconsequential thing had managed to get into Lassiter’s head, and he was distracted. It was impressive how fast three words managed to derail Lassiter, leaving him reeling.
What the hell was he supposed to do anymore. Though, a part of him wondered how much of that worry was some kind of psychological thing, where his own anxiety over his situation was being projected onto Shawn. Now he couldn’t help but wonder why the hell Shawn had disappeared. Hell, before things started happening, and Lassiter began ‘investigating’ he probably would have been happy to see Shawn no longer interrupting his work. That normally wouldn’t have bothered Lassiter. He seemed to have simply vanished off the face of the Earth. He hadn’t been running around the station, causing mayhem, he hadn’t faked any psychic visions, he hadn’t even been at the Circle K. Six days since Lassiter had last seen Shawn.
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