ALL I WANNA DO IS BANG BANG BANG

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

WHO: Lassiter and Shawn; OPEN, too, if you'd like to join in go ahead and make a new thread~
WHERE: Police gun range
WHEN: Friday evening
WARNINGS: Gratuitous gun handling
SUMMARY: FOR THE COMING TIMES LASSITER WANTS SHAWN TO LEARN HOW TO USE A GUN, SURPRISES ENSUE
FORMAT: Parastartthenwhatever


Lassiter was an overly cautious and paranoid man, but he at least took pride that he wasn't absolutely militant and was rushing out to buy every firearm he could just in case this whole HIVE thing blew out of control in a drop of a pin. But he wasn't going to be unprepared, either, and he especially wasn't going to have Shawn be unprepared, either. He knew he had at least one power that was good and destructive, but Lassiter would feel a great sense of relief know that Shawn could handle a piece if he ever needed to, and that if Lassiter taught him how he would have learned from the best.

They stood in the police gun range, a fresh target already at the end of the way waiting to be murdered and a gun waiting on the counter. He held out a nice pair of goggles and earplugs as he started up on his lecture, "Now, the first thing to guns is showing them respect, Spencer, you understand? They're harbingers of peace, but of death as well, and you don't go fooling around with them."

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[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

Shawn thought about telling Lassiter that he knew how to fire a gun and he knew how to fire one well, but that would just be taking away Lassie's obsessive creepy gun-toting fun. He stood by, arms crossed, eying the Glock 7 on the counter and the goggles. And earplugs. Shawn just took the earplugs.

"WHAT? SORRY LASSIE. I CAN'T HEAR YOU," he shouted obnoxiously after putting the earplugs in.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

He crossed his arms and pursed his lips. He should have kept those in his pockets till last.

"I said I'm hoping one of the scientist imports can find a way to impregnate men because I want you to have my child," he deadpanned loudly at him, face as stoic as ever.

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

He better have been joking.

God, it was so hard to tell if Lassie was joking or not.

Shawn stared at him.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

"If it's a girl I thought we could name her Jamie or Lindsey," he continued, pushing on until he was finally horrified enough to pull out at least one plug.

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

Shawn was horrified and instead of pulling the plug, he reached for the Glock 7. To shoot at the target of course.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

"Whoah whoah, hold on there," he laid a hand on Shawn's arm, keeping him from lifting the gun all the way up. "You can't just pick it up and shoot willy nilly," he said loudly into his ear, "that's foolish and can only end badly."

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

And for all the talk of impregnating Shawn, he wasn't going to let him off easily. He rolled his eyes and shrugged off Lassie, so he could properly aim the gun at the targets. He assumed the proper stance, hands at the ready, trigger finger itching before firing off a few rounds at the targets across the ways, hitting the center target perfectly each time.

When he thought he proved his point (NO CHILDREN, EVER), he stood back and twirled his gun just to be a show off...and because it made him feel like James Bond to be blowing at the end like that.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

He stood there for a time, so many conflicting feelings coursing through him, from shock to extreme attraction, but it all expressed itself through gawking and silence.

He finally hemmed awkwardly, straightened his tie, and said petulantly over the ringing in his ears, "Yeah, well, I bet you can't juggle guns."

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

...Shawn shot him a sideways glare. "I think I'll live, Lassifrass."

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

He misinterpreted Shawn's glare and decided to be the bigger man and say in a bit of awe, hopefully to assuage the sudden aggravation in the air, "That was, err, you know, pretty astounding."

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

As long as Lassiter wasn't going to be mentioning anything even vaguely alluding to his time as a clown going through clown school, he can flatter Shawn all he liked. Seriously, anything alluding to clowns just shriveled little Shawn right up.

He picked out the ear plugs and placed all the gun toting supplies on the counter. Brushing off his hands, he looked to Lassie and smiled, eyebrows raised. "Really, Lassie? Do I ASTOUND you?"

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

He looked sheepish, a step away from kicking the ground with his foot. "Yes," he admitted grudgingly, eyes roving back to the gun. He tried to will Shawn to pick it back up and shoot it again.

"I assume your dad taught you?" he asked, trying to be casual.

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

Of course, Lassiter couldn't actually chalk up an accomplishment with Shawn's own doing. His expression faltered a little at the mention of his dad. Shrugging his shoulders, he responded--quite honestly, "That's good ol' Henry. Teaching his twelve year old how to shoot a round."

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Lassiter knew the father and son weren't exactly Andy Griffith level of family love, but Shawn's true issues were still lost to him. He shrugged, too, "My dad started teaching me younger than that, but," he paused and admitted somewhat poutily, "took me until the academy to be as good as I am. I've never even seen you shoot before, do you go to a gun range and practice in Santa Barbara or something? Do you practice often? We can practice together." Now he was gushing excitedly.

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

"I don't like--" Guns? That would break Lassiter's heart. He wavered and stepped aside. "I'm not a holding-fire arms type, Inspector. I'll leave that to the professionals."

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

As impressive as Shawn had just been with a piece, Lassiter's reasonable side said it was probably for the best. "I suppose you have a point. Besides, I'd hate to see what 'psychic' fits you'd have with a gun as a prop."

Though it disheartened him a little that Shawn could do all that so easily without seemingly having to practice often--Okay, Carlton, no, you can't get pouty over your significant other's ability with a gun, that would be the stupidest thing to break up over.

Instead, he gave him a grin and nudged him with an elbow, "Well, at least I know I can bring you to the gun ranges now! Maybe it can be our Tuesday night thing."

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I know proper gun safety!" Shawn needed to wave something to prove a point. He felt that need surging up in him. His hands scrambled over the gun he previously deposited and waved it over his head.

And then his arm lowered at 'Tuesday night thing'. "Lassie, I don't want to damage your self-esteem anymore than I already have."

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His brow furrowed and he snatched the gun away from him, muttering, "Give me that, moron."

He replaced the gun back on the counter and pursed his lips a little at his reply. "Every other Tuesday night thing?" he offered as compromise.

[out_of_time]

Jack was just standing there, staring at their shenanigans. He'd never seen anything like this happening at CTU. The whole atmosphere here was different, the mission, the methods. I'm not one of them, he thought.

When there was a break in the banter he moved forward. "Inspector, have you got a minute? I want to talk to you."

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

He glanced away from Shawn, looking surprised that someone was interrupting fun gun bonding time. He nodded at him, told Shawn he'd be right back, and walked toward him, suddenly all serious business.

"Something happen?" he asked, automatically assuming the worse.

[out_of_time]

Jack leaned in a bit and spoke quietly, because this was serious talk and Shawn was banned from serious talk forever. "Not yet," he said, no stranger to assuming the worst, "But we may be running out of time. You know what I posted about, about finding whatever was taken from the Porter?"

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

He leaned in in response, as if sensing the "too serious for Shawn" feeling in the air. "Yes, did something finally come of that?" He felt a little dread, something so important to the Porter that had led to such bullshit couldn't be anything good.

[out_of_time]

Jack shook his head. "Not yet, I'm still working on it. Seras is helping me, she's a good kid." Vampire or not, Jack could appreciate that kind of earnestness, although of course he didn't trust her yet. But then, he didn't really trust anyone in the City yet. "But if we do find the item, I want to talk about what we're going to do with it. I wasn't able to bring it up before; the AI might be able to hack anything we say on the communicators."

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

"I have no doubt that she could, or that many others could, which is why I prefer speaking in person about sensitive subjects." He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think over what he said, "I'm not sure what we'll do with whatever this item is. It all depends. If it's a weapon, perhaps dismantle it. If it's a kitten, give it to a small child." He shrugged, "All depends. No theories at all on what it could be?"

[out_of_time]

"She mentioned a backup. Could be it's a copy of the AI's programming, maybe a copy of herself. There's no way to be sure right now, but what's important is that the HIVE was willing to kill hundreds of people for it, and the AI was willing to ask us for help in order to get it back." And now Jack was speaking very quietly indeed, and very intensely. "Inspector, this could be our chance. If we get this thing, we could use it as leverage against the AI."

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He thought about it carefully, crossing his arms, finger tapping on his bicep. Finally, he answered just as seriously, "Yes, we could. So could other people if they got their hands on it. Less savory people. Try to get it back, Bauer, try as hard as you can."

[out_of_time]

Jack nodded, his face as earnest as his voice. "I'll do everything in my power, I give you my word. But if I do, and I make this play against the Porter, not everybody's going to be happy with how risky it would be." Jack was fully expecting opposition to the idea of trying to blackmail a near-omnipotent machine. "I need to know I have someone higher-ranking who'll back me up. Carlton, if this works, we might have a shot at putting an end to this. We could all go home."

[spiritgun]

Yusuke didn't typically spend much time at the gun range. After all, it wasn't like he had much to do with guns of the metal sort. But a little target practice did an ex-Spirit Detective good, so Yusuke trooped down to the range after dropping off his paperwork to be filed. (Yes, he was excited that he didn't have to do filing anymore. So sue him.)

He didn't bother picking up any of the guns. He stuck to blowing away those targets with his spirit gun.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

It was still a little odd to see Yusuke no longer a 15 year old kid, but Lassiter wasn't going to lie and say he was unhappy to have someone old enough to join him on the ranks officially when crap did go down. The kid was still a punk and ruffled his feathers, but in the gun range everything was neutral ground, right?

Especially when you were particularly intrigued by the other person's power.

He watched for a time before remarking without a greeting, "When I was a kid I wanted something like that as a sort of super power."

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

Shawn was close behind, already done with proving that he could defend himself with a gun if the town house was ever attacked. Shawn whistled low at Yusuke's spirit gun. "Think I can do target practice with my lasers?"

[spiritgun]

Interruptions were always welcome. Yusuke didn't have the attention span to spend long periods of time honing his aim, not unless Genkai was screeching at him from the sidelines. He mock-saluted Lassiter and Shawn, turning away from the targets.

"You might be able to do it, you know. Depends on whether your spirit energy's strong enough." He reached back to lace his fingers behind his head, sizing up Lassiter, before looking over at Shawn.

"Lasers?" What.

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He looked at him like he was spouting two heads and one of them was the head of a cat. "Spirit energy? What is this, some new age talk?"

He glared at Shawn, "And, no, Shawn, you'll blow a hole in the wall."

[shawnedium.livejournal.com]

Shawn's eyes glowed red and hot to prove his 'laser' point. It had been a few months--technically a few years what with being ported in and out--but he had gotten the hang of turning his power on and off. There were still those moments though of extreme emotions that had his eyes burning.

"Did you just SEE what I could do with a gun?" Shawn scoffed.

[spiritgun]

"It's not new age hippie crap." Yusuke looked mildly scandalized. "It's a legitamate power source, okay?" It was sort of mind boggling, being in a world where people had no idea what spirit energy even was. Back home, everyone and their mother at least knew about it as a legend, if not as a reality.

Of course, the scandalized expression only lasted until Shawn's eyes started glowing. Yusuke came about three milimeters away from poking Shawn right in the eye to test that out before thinking better of it. "You wanna give me a demonstration of those things or what?" He sounded impressed. Now that was a neat power.