Okay, folks I'm a big fan of Psych and I like writing fanfic so here it goes. Let me know if something is off base and I'll try to fix it in the upcoming chapters. I'm going to go my own way with this, so no chapter is specified. There will be Shules so after that I suppose. I might make references to other seasons which is another reason I'm not going to say what season this is. It's also AU so bear with me.

Chapter 1: There's been a Murder

Flashback

Shawn Spencer hobbled his way from his hospital room to the one down the hall. He had to know what was going on. Ever since he woke up no one had come to talk to him or tell him anything about Toy. They had been having fun. First they had a picnic in the park, took a long walk, and it was supposed to end with a ride on his bike. He knew that she shouldn't be behind the wheel, but he was right there it didn't matter. She lost control and everything went dark.

He had finally turned that final corner and made it to her room. He wasn't surprised that her father was standing there.

"How is she?" he asked.

"She's going to have to go through a lot of therapies. They don't even know if she'll be able to walk when all of this is over. How could you do this? How could you be so callous? They are things that she can't do and shouldn't ever do! Your problem is you think everything is a joke. I trusted you with her life when I shouldn't have now looked at what-."

"Charles calm down, she's asking for you." Toy's mother stated as she exited her daughter's room.

There was that awkward silence as she watched her husband calm himself and make his face once again neutral. He gave Shawn one last hard look and entered the room.

"Mrs. Decker I-"

"I know you meant good sweetheart. I keep telling my husband that you're such a sweet boy, but you just don't understand the limitations of LaToya's life. I allowed the two of you to go on long enough because you gave her that spark that I never thought that she would have. After this, I think it's best that you no longer see my daughter."

"But Bonnie-

"It's for the best sweetheart. I know it'll be hard, but I will tell her something. I won't let him make you out to be the bad guy. Don't let what he say get to you, the doctors are optimistic about her making a full recovery. Be well and take care of yourself. I'm sorry it has to be this way." She gently kissed him on the cheek and before he could try and enter the room she gently shut the door in his face.

Shawn stood there in disbelief. Toy was his everything. He had thought that after he had missed that chance with Abigail in high school he would never have felt this way about anyone but LaToya. His Toy she was really something special. Maybe it would be for the best if he left her alone. He ruined relationships, just like his dad.

Present Day

LaToya Ambrose woke with a start. She had heard a loud thud coming from downstairs.

"Michael someone is in the house!" she shouted frantically to her husband.

She begins to listen, and that's when she noticed that she was alone in the room. She felt his side of the bed, and it was cold. She reached for the light switched and flicked it on. She had to shut her eyes quickly because of the brightness. Something was wrong, and she had to get to Michael. She reached for her cane by the bed and began her quest down the stairs.

*IPS*

The boss was going to kill him. This was supposed to be an easy job. He was going to break into the house and look for a safe, and then he was to steal the jewelry inside. Apparently this guy was some kind of robber and had stolen some rare gems from his boss. He was just to get them back. He was told the man lived there with his wife and son. The son was at the grandmothers, and the husband surprised him. He didn't mean to shoot him, but he just went on and on about not knowing what he was talking about and then he didn't give him the combo for the safe.

"Michael!" he heard a shout coming down the stairs.

He looked up and saw the wife coming down the stairs. He was shocked at what he saw. She was truly breathtaking, but she had a cane and that told him she wouldn't put up much of a fight. He then noticed that she knew her way around the room yet she hadn't bothered to turn on a light. That was weird indeed.

"I can hear you breathing you know. Where is my husband?" she practically growled.

He watches her fumble on the wall until she turned on the lights, and that's when he noticed. She was blind.

Latoya scanned the room very carefully. She knew that when she turned on the switch he had saw what she wanted him to see. He saw that she was blind, and she was. She had been blind her whole life, but she could see shadows and distortions. She knew when she walked in the room she had to memorize what was around her, and she knew the man was standing in a corner doing his best to be very quiet.

"Michael what was that noise?" she asked not hiding the fear in her voice.

"Go back to bed." The robber whispered trying his best to impersonate that voice.

"I was so afraid. I heard a voice and I though….never mind what I thought. I'm starving. I think I'll make a sandwich." She said putting on a smile and approaching the man.

He thought he had won. Could have really been that simple? Could he really get out of here alive? Right when he was about to thank his lucky stars for the third time he was knocked off his feet by the cane brushing against his thighs.

He tried to catch his bearings and crawl away, but she was on him in an instant with a punch to his face.

"Where is my husband?" she asked frantically as she continued to claw at his eyes.

"Get off me bitch!" he shouted and using all of his weight he shoved her away.

He got to his feet as quickly as he could, and he ran towards the door.

"You get back here you asshole!" she shouted running after him.

She knew that he was about to get away, and she had to stop him. She turned the corner to head to the living room before he could make it out the front door, but she tripped over something. She went to push herself up on her hands and realized there was something sticky covering her hand. It didn't take long for her to realize it was blood. Michael's blood.

"Michael!" she screamed.

*IPS*

"Shawn why am I here it is Saturday?" Gus asked his best friend Shawn as they walked up the driveway.

"Oh, come on Gus, we haven't had a case in three weeks. I think the SBPD forgets how valuable I am. We have to get out there and let them know. So I was listening to the scanner, and this is a interesting case."

"There was a robbery gone wrong here last night. The robber got away, but not without getting his ass handed to him by the witness. Jules told me to get down here because they were going to need my help pronto on this one."

"Why?" Gus asked immediately stepping over the threshold. The smell of blood was about to take him over.

"Come on Gus hold it together." Shawn sighed knowing his friend was only going to be able to hold it in for so long.

"Lassie!" he shouted out to the head detective, giving his friend a reason to run outside and probably lose their breakfast in the bushes.

"Spencer we don't need you here." Head Detective Carlton Lassiter scowled.

"Oh, come on Lassie, you know you missed me. The spirits have told me that you might need my help on this special case." He smirked as he began to look around the room.

"I'm sure a certain spirit had a lot to do with you showing up here." He gave Detective Juliet O'Hara a look. It wasn't lost on him that she couldn't look directly at him.

Shawn took this time to take a look around the room. Everything was in its place. It was almost sterile how clean the house was. Then he noticed things. The writing on some of the books weren't words, how the living room had a TV, but he noticed that they were headphones, and lots of signs of a dog being there.

"Where's the dog?" Shawn asked to no one in particular.

"She's with the witness, hasn't left her side since we got here. I think it's the only reason she's keeping it together." Buzz told him as he passed around coffee.

The next thing that he noticed was the open safe. It had a keypad but on the keypad was numbers as well as a series of bumps on each key.

"I'm sensing that someone here is blind." Shawn spoke putting his hand to his forehead in a manner everyone knew him well for.

"Yes. The wife, she's pretty brave though. She fought the guy she even got a couple of scratches to the face. They are scrape under her nails now for DNA." Juliet added.

"I'm going to need to see her, she through here?"

As always Shawn didn't listen when Juliet told him that maybe it wouldn't be best for him to talk to her right now. The poor woman had been through enough. She wasn't talking to anyone just sitting there petting that dog. She was about to pull him back, but it was like he was frozen in the doorway.

"To….to….Toy." he gasped

A/N: There you have it. I know that it's a bit OOC, but I hope you guys like it. Reviews make me smile. Let me know if I should continue.