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Title: Your Visitation Rights? Revoked. Part 1 of 2
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Lassiter, Polly/Lolly
Genre: Romance, Humor, Fluff
Warnings: There's an obscure spoiler in that Lassiter is dating Polly. Anyone remember her? She's mentioned in all of 3 or 4 lines in Sixty Seconds to Murder. Yeah, I know, this warning does more harm than good. What can you do?
Complete: Yes
Summary: Polly comes a-calling for our dear head detective.
A/N:
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. Or Lassie-face. D: Or Polly, technically, I guess.

Lassiter thrust the folder back against Officer Farley’s chest, and said sharply, "Take it back and get me the right results this time, if you think you can manage."

"Yes, sir," the rookie mumbled, and immediately scurried off.

"I swear, the rookies get more idiotic every year," he grumbled as he turned back to his desk.

Juliet smiled faintly and said, "You’re too hard on them, Carlton."

"I don’t believe in coddling the rookies," he said with a pointed look at her. She smiled, but something over his shoulder caught her eye and her head tilted, a curious expression moving onto her face.

"Hello. Can I help you?" she asked. Lassiter turned to see who she was talking to and stopped to stare.

"Polly," he said, voice belying his surprise.

"Polly?" Juliet repeated, the curiosity even stronger in her voice.

Polly smiled and said, "Hello, Carlton."

"What are you doing here?" Lassiter asked stupidly.

Her smile grew slightly and she stepped forward, lifting a small Tupperware in her hands. "The kids had a bake sale today to raise money for the new playground equipment. We had some left over rice crispy treats, and I remembered you saying how much you liked homemade ones, so I thought I would bring them by on my way home for you to keep here."

Lassiter frowned as she set the Tupperware in his hands, eyeing it suspiciously. "Children made these?" he said.

Polly laughed. "No, the children didn’t make them, Carlton, their mothers did. They’re perfectly safe. Trust me, I had several," she said with a grin.

"Oh," he said. And then awkwardly: "Thanks."

With a small smile, she laid a hand on his arm and rose onto her toes to place a light kiss on his cheek. "You’re welcome." As she lowered herself back onto the flats of her feet, she spotted Juliet out of the corner of her eye and her eyes brightened. "You must be O’Hara," she said enthusiastically and Juliet’s face lit up.

"I am, how did you…?"

"Well, Carlton—"

Lassiter’s hand settled firmly over her mouth. "Uh huh, yeah, no." But Juliet was already grinning like a fiend, Polly’s smile impish. "I appreciate you coming by Polly, but I think it’s time for you to leave," he said firmly, and turned her, steering her back in the direction of the station’s entrance.

She pulled his hand back briefly and called, "Bye, O’Hara!"

"Bye, Polly!"

Lassiter scowled. "She’s going to be unbearable for days now, thank you very much."

Polly’s mouth curved into a smile against his palm and then puckered, kissing it gently. An electric chill zinged up the back of his arm all the way to his shoulder and he quickly pulled his hand away, trying to shake off the feeling. "Don’t start that," he grit and she smiled innocently as they paused in an alcove near the entrance.

"Start what?"

"You know exactly what," he said severely. Her response was a mischievous curling of the corners of her mouth and her hands slid up his arm, along his shoulder and up along his neck, her fingers tracing electricity all around his ear. "Polly," he said, but the warning the word was supposed to carry was feeble at best.

"Yes?" Her other hand smoothed over his tie, from his breastbone all the way to his stomach.

"Stop that," he ordered, but the command was about as effective as an empty gun. Damn her…she knew exactly what could be his undoing. Her hands began to loop around his neck and he caught her wrists in his hands, pulling them away with a scowl. "Goodbye, Polly."

She smiled and with a rueful little sigh and a wiggle of her captive hands said, "Goodbye, Carlton."

A split-second’s glance around the hall to make sure no one was looking, and he pulled her toward him, kissing her firmly. He couldn’t fight off a small smile when she leaned into him, sighing. Just as quickly as it had begun it was over, and he spun her around, giving her a gentle push in the direction of the station’s entrance, turning on his heel and heading back toward the bullpen.

"And don’t come back!"

Part 2