First try at fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclamer: Sadly, I own nothing.

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"Cluck like a chicken? I thought you said murder!"

A Psych Fanfic

1989, Santa Barbara

Sometimes I wish I could just stay in bed that morning instead of going to the station. At least that way, I could make sure I didn't have to see the face of a boy about the same age as Shawn, as I pulled him out of a closet and having to tell him his dad wasn't going to be around anymore. You see, somebody had been dealing a new drug that gives the user an incredible sensation of euphoric numbness which after 24 hours starts shutting down the main areas of the brain one by one, killing the user painfully slowly. We've just received an anonymous tip about the guy dealing the stuff this morning, but while we were doing the bust, the guy drew out his gun and shot on one of ours so I shot him down. While we were searching all the rooms, I manage to hear a slight cough coming out of the closet. When I opened it, I saw the poor kid huddle up in the corner of the small closet, and the bullet holes that are now in the wall by the kids head.

How could someone be so freaking demented as to deal drugs in his own home, while his son is in the other room! I can't imagine what that kids' childhood must've been… hell, the kid didn't even cry when he saw the EMTs take his father away. He looked well fed, a bit taller than Shawn, with raven black hair and his eyes were the lightest shade of blue I have ever seen in my life. He just kept staring at me with those eyes, empty of all felling, holding in his hands an antique golden watch. And, I couldn't help but think, that even though that bastard deserved a bullet through his heart, that I may have rip this kids innocence for some reason. And when I came over to tell him that child services were going to come for him, he looked directly into my eyes, and smiled…

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"Helloooow!" said Shawn while waiving his hands in front of my face. I started to look around, my eyes landing down into Shawn's big, green ones and said "Uh? What, what is it?"

"We've been waiting in the car for you to bring your keys for over an HOUR!" Shawn said.
As he said that, I took a look at my watch. When I did that I heard Shawn's best friend Guster saying "Shawn, we've only been waiting for a minute and a half."

"Yeah, but who takes a minute and a half to grab the keys of the counter and come back? Besides now we're gonna be late for the game. Probably all the good spots are already taken"

"Shawn, we already have our seats for the game. Nobody is going to take them away, and besides we are not late just because I decided to think for a second or two!" I replied "Now lets just get going or we'll really be late"

"Finally, race ya to the car Gus!" Shawn screamed wile he ran out to the car.

"Hey! That's not fair Shawn! SHAWN!" And there goes Guster… Those kids have way too much energy in my opinion. But I still can't help feeling bothered by something from that case…

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…"Officer, could you tell me your name?" The little boy asked when I got to him "Well, my name is Detective Henry Spencer little guy, and could you tell me yours" I would imagine that by me sharing my name he would at least be more open about himself or at least start crying or something. But if anything the kid smiled even more…

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As I got in the car and turn on the ignition I couldn't help but thinking the last words that I heard the kid utter before he was taken away…

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" …Hey, detective? Are you by any chance a fan of hypnotism?"

TBC...