[His screaming catches Lassiter off-guard, yelping and moving backwards, shocked to say the least.
However, after another moment of screaming, he launches forward and shoves his hand over his mouth.
This looks bad - so bad, and if anybody comes in, he’s screwed. The SBPD better get there quick.]
[Shawn bites down on Lassiter’s hand and continues trying to scream. Never do anything half way, that’s what Henry always told him. Hey, he’s even getting some tears out of himself for the full effect of the kidnapping. He should’ve been an actor. He flails his arms as much as he can against the metal, not that he’s planning on escaping or anything.
Just trying to make life hard for Detective Lassiter.]
Oh GOD he’s gonna kill me!
[Lassiter huffs in irritation, carefully unpinning Shawn from the wall, gripping his cuffed hands to hold him - the idea of him escaping and leaving him humilated causes him to grip even tighter.
Even that, or it’s some sort of punishment.]
If you don’t call me Detective Lassiter, I will shoot you.
[No, he won’t, but he’s thought about it many times before.]
[And that’s when Shawn comes up with a plan. He gives Lassiter a look before turning away and starts screaming at the top of his lungs.]
OH MY GOD THIS GUY JUST KILLED SOMEONE SOMEBODY HELP OH GOD HELP HE’S GONNA KILL ME.
[The walls are thin. He hopes someone’ll notice the screaming before he runs out of breath.]
[Lassiter knows as soon as Shawn talks that Karen heard it, and he has no idea if this is good or not. Her voice comes out confused, because they hadn’t put Shawn on the case - not with his previous dealings serial killers.]
No, Chief, I’m not working with Shawn. He.. - [She cuts him off and asks what the hell he’s doing there before it’s his turn to cut her off.] He’s the killer, Karen.
[The silence is long, and her voice comes out shaky when she asks his name like question. He can’t blame her.] Yes. [Another pause before she talks again.]
[He hangs up, and ignores his complaining, sticking his phone back in his pocket.]
[Shawn closes his eyes against the conversation on the phone. He doesn’t want to hear it, so so so doesn’t want to hear it. But he does, and he hates it. Not as much as he hates losing the feeling in one of his arms, though, and that seems to be the case.]
Lassie, c’mon, there’s actually no blood in my arm right now.
[Of course, he did just kill a man. For some reason, it isn’t bothering him. It will later, always does. But he keeps doing it, because Shawn does love his attention.]
[Lassiter thinks he looks perfectly fine when he smiles or grins, but of course, he isn’t Shawn. His grip on the phone is much tighter now, and he uses the speed dial to call the department, keeping Shawn pinned with ease.
Chief Vic? I’ve caught the killer we’ve been chasing, we’ve also got a body.
[He wonders if she’ll ask who he is, but instead she puts him on hold to get a couple of cars out there and ready before asking where he is.
Lassiter starts to rattle of the address, a bit slow on the uptake considering he and just followed after Shawn.]
Tell her I say hi, [Shawn says without thinking twice - and if we’re being honest, he didn’t even think once. He never really does.] And can I use your phone when you’re done?
[The worst part about it is that he’s really starting to like Lassiter. Now he’s going to try to put him in jail (which Shawn still isn’t 100% sure is going to happen), and that just really puts a damper on their relationship.
And you’re hurting me.
[He doesn’t wait, finally snatching the phone and looking up at Shawn for a moment, observing that look with an irritated expression, pressing just a tiny bit harder.
His words makes him stupidly giddy, and he grins.]
So, Guster is in on this too? Thank you for the information Spen -
[Carlton scrambles for a grip on his phone, almost dropping it, shoving against Shawn hard in warning.]
[Hm, Lassiter doesn’t look right when he smiles, Shawn notices without meaning to. It was creepy, the guy never smiles. But that doesn’t last long - of course - because Shawn almost knocks the phone from his hand and Lassie gets upset.
Why is he surprised.
Shawn lets out a distressed sound at being pressed against that damn wall even harder, he’s beginning to have a love/hate relationship with that wall, and keeps quiet other than that.
Damn it, Lassie.]
[He felt power now, which he hadn’t felt moments before when he had been holding the knife, and now, he felt oddly comforted by the fact he’s got him pressed up against the wall with ease, knee pressed into his lower back still.
There’s something else there too.
He ignores it.]
[Still, he carefully lets his wrists go, shoving his hands in his pockets, searching for his phone.]
[Shawn gives the most questioning look he can while he face is still pressed against the wall. It almost makes him look innocent. But not really.]
You’re actually gonna call this in? Just call Gus, he’ll take care of it! I’ll go to jail!
[Wrists free, Shawn waggles his hands behind him like a dying seal, trying unsuccessfully to knock the phone from Lassie’s hands.]
Shut the hell up!
[He growls angrily, pressing his knee into his lower back and against the nearest wall, trying to think of a plan - wondering if Spencer would actually listen to him if he told him to stay put while he made the call.
That was the stupidest thought he’s ever had.
[Not even trying to fight back, Shawn allows himself to hit the wall with the full force Lassiter places on him. His face is half pressed against the wall, which makes talking that much harder.
Shawn doesn’t care.]
Pushy. Just call it in, I’ll wait here.
[A shiver runs down his spine, and he grunts in irritation.]
Then shut the hell up for once then, Spencer.
[The weird twist he gets as he feels Shanw move closer causes his grip to slip for a moment, and he’s practically caught off guard by the question, cursing at the thought.]
[He looks for somewhere he can stick Shawn and has no luck.
Damn it damn it -]
Don’t lose your cool, Lassie face.
[Shawn shrugs as well as he can while still being held onto. He really doesn’t want Lassiter to just leave the body there, because ew, and almost wishes he’d let him go so he could finish up like a good little serial killer.
But he really does like the attention.
Having some troubles there? Anything I can do?
If anyone sees a copy of Weird Science on DVD, that’d be mine. And I’d like it returned ASAP.
[Lasstier has no idea who the man is, getting a better look - hesitating to do so, trying to see if he could tell who he was, if he knew him, anything that could help him.
There was nothing.]
[He growls out the words and roughly pulls him closer, the handcuffs clicking around his wrists, tighter than necessary as he tugs him closer, ready to drag him back out to his car and into the station.]
[Shawn lets out a small cry at the click of the handcuffs, and makes an attempt to face Lassie again, which doesn’t end well at all. Lassie’s grip is tighter than he expected, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.]
When’ve I ever shut up? That’s a real question that I need you to answer, because I honestly don’t remember.
[Pausing to think for a moment, he leans into Carlton’s hold just a tiiiny bit.]
You gonna call that in, or leave him here to rot? What a mess.