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Sour Grapes – writesometimes
Carlton/Shawn
14,442 words
Shawn absolutely was not panicking. That was ridiculous. There was nothing for him to panic over. Lassiter was having a possibly reconciliatory dinner with his ex-wife. Why would he panic? It wasn't like Lassiter was his. It wasn't like Shawn had spent numerous years getting to know the head detective and his odd quirks and his crazy blue eyes and sternbush and never-ending desire for justice and how he took his coffee and... oh.
case fic, getting together, sick fic, tw: alcohol/alcoholism
