Your Visitation Rights? Revoked. Part 2 of 2

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Title: Your Visitation Rights? Revoked. Part 2 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 knew the second he saw Juliet that he was in for it. There was no escape. He just had to suck it up and take it like a man. He grimaced and moved forward to face his fate head on.

"Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend?" Juliet demanded as soon as he was close enough, smacking him with a file folder and giving him a push into his chair before grabbing her own and moving in close.

He made a face. "Why? This is ‘why’ O’Hara."

She seemed oblivious to his displeasure, a brilliant grin on her face, and her eyes sparkling. "So her name is Polly? Where did you meet her? What does she do?"

Scowling, he turned his chair back towards his desk. "O’Hara, we have work to do. I don’t have time for frivolous talk about my personal life."

Juliet grabbed the arms of his chair, wrenching it back around and looking intensely up at him through her eyelashes and the tendrils of hair that had escaped the twist on the back of her head. It made her look slightly manic. "Carlton. This is not an optional conversation."

Disturbed by his partner’s apparent zeal for the juicy details of his private life, Lassiter spilled. "Yes, her name is Polly Smith. I met her in the check out line at the grocery store. She’s a kindergarten teacher."

Juliet’s expression transformed to utter delight again, and with a face-splitting grin she exclaimed, "A kindergarten teacher? Really? Oh, Carlton, that’s so sweet!"

Her delight was like some kind of truth-serum, speech-inducing drug. It took no prompting for him to continue spewing information. "We’ve been dating for three weeks. She’s thirty-four years old and is actually reassured by the fact that I keep a firearm under my pillow. She understands me like my ex-wife never did." WHAT THE HELL? Where had that come from?! What the hell kind of spell did she have him under?! And where was this skill when they were in the Interrogation Room?!

"Where did you go on your first date?" Juliet continued eagerly, and he wondered vaguely if this was what it felt like to be a teenaged girl.

"The Blue Crab."

"Did you kiss her?"

"O’Hara, I don’t—"

"Did you?"

"Yes, yes, I did!"

"During the date or—"

"O’Hara, what do you take me for, some kind of womanizer? No gentleman makes a move to kiss a woman before their front doorstep," he said crossly.

The look on Juliet’s face seemed to indicate that her brain had completely dissolved into some kind of puddle of organic goo. "Carlton, that’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you."

He shrugged uncomfortably and wondered if this was anything like what it felt like to be on the opposite end of the Interrogation table from himself. If so, then damn he was good. No wonder people crumbled like sandcastles.

"So you like her?" Juliet asked earnestly and his lips pursed in annoyance.

"What kind of a stupid question is that? Why would I be dating her if I didn’t?"

Again, Juliet seemed to melt. Lassiter stiffened when she leaned forward and enveloped him in a hug. "That’s wonderful, Carlton. I’m so happy for you," she repeated fervently.

He cleared his throat and patted her back awkwardly. "…thanks," he muttered gruffly. "Now get back to work."

She grinned sheepishly as she pulled away and rolled her chair back to her own desk. "Okay, okay, but you have to tell me more about Polly later."

He frowned until she had turned completely away, re-absorbing herself in her work again, and then allowed himself a small smile.

There was hope for O’Hara yet.

Part 1