He surveyed the are for his favorite Lassiface. One thing he instantly noticed about the station though was that everyone looked like a hard ass. Back in Santa Barbara, they at least at Buzz to brighten up everyone's morning and bring them coffee. Juliet was a shining beacon of hope. Even the narcotics guys weren't too bad. Lassiter had the stick up his ass, but in here, it looked like everyone was suffering from anal blockage.

He walked casually down the hall, eyeing the lady cops and the guy cops and not many officers cracked a smile. He passed the desk of an Asian guy looking like he needed a shot of ecstasy and then there was the detective looking like the Monopoly guy.

"Carlton~" Shawn called out as girlishly as possible before sprawling across his lap.