Disclaimer: Not Mine. Don't Own. Except for Bob.
Gus didn't know what he was expecting to find when he walked into the Psych office that day. All he knew was that the day had been going great. He had finished his route early and then had gotten a call from his best friend telling him to get to Psych as soon as possible. Gus admitted to himself that the call was strange. There was no mention of food and Shawn had sounded somewhat paranoid. On the drive over he had worked up various scenarios in his mind, each one worse than the last. He had almost convinced himself that they had a new case dealing with a possible deranged serial killing mummy. He was, however, not expecting the scene in front of him when he made it into the small beachfront office.
Shawn had the beginnings of a black eye forming, and he was staring intently at something on his desk. Gus was confused. It looked like Shawn had been in a fight, and was apparently staring at something. No, not just something. Shawn appeared to be giving the evil eye to a....pen.
"Shawn, what happened to your eye?"
Shawn jumped slightly, "I was attacked." he said, not fully looking away from the top of his desk.
"I can see that, Shawn. But, why were you attacked? Should we be calling Jules or Lassiter about this?" Gus asked.
"No, they don't need to know."
"Ok. Do you know who your attacker was?"
"Yes. It was Bob."
"Bob who?" Gus tried to think of any Bob's that they knew.
"Just Bob." Shawn replied, pointing at a green and purple Bic pen.
"That's a pen, Shawn."
"I know. but you asked who attacked me. That is Bob. He attacked."
Gus felt the beginnings of a headache coming on. Shawn was obviously delirious. "Aright Shawn, start from the beginning. What happened?"
"I came into the office. I was planning on researching some new pineapple recipes. I went to get a pen to write some stuff down and I guess Bob didn't want to work today, so he attacked. He jumped me and I might of hit my head on the side of the desk when my chair flipped over."
"You were attacked by a pen, that you named Bob."
"Yes. He has never given me issues before. I really don't know what set him off. He just turned evil on me. He normally has such a great personality."
Gus sighed, the things that his friend came up with never ceased to amaze him. Reaching over he gently picked up the 'evil' pen, and then placed Bob into the trash can next to the desk. "Shawn, how about we go get something to eat. Taco's sound good. What do you think?"
Shawn nodded, "Sounds good. But, somehow I don't think that Bob will like being thrown away. He might take offense."
"Shawn, don't worry. It's just a pen. Come on. Maybe we can swing by the station and say hi to Jules and Lassiter later."
Shawn did his best to believe his friend. He really did. He also knew that Bob was not going to be happy. Gus just didn't understand. Bob had a mind of his own. But he allowed himself to happily think of eating taco's as he followed his friend out of the office, forgetting for the moment about the evilness of Bob.
The next day the trash was emptied and thrown out.
Two days later a familiar green and purple pen would be spotted on Gus's desk.