I own nothing but the silly plot. "Dies a little inside" R&R plezz. This will be a 5 part story.
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Have you ever had a day in your life where that everything around you seemed to crumble and fall? Today is one of those days. Head held in shaking hands Shawn let out a slow breath. he thought of trying to stand, but he thought better of it. After all, he had been sitting at his desk ever since he heard the news. That was over three hours ago. Shawn closed his eyes. Hoping that oblivion would come and take him.
.....and that is how detective Lassiter found the psychic. A look of sorrow began to show on lassie's face as he took in the pile that was once Shawn Spencer. "Spen.....Shawn." Lassie said as he gently shock Shawn.
Ever so slowly, Shawn's hazel eyes began to show through his hair. "Lassie?" he whispered quitely.
"Yes Shawn. It's Lassie." Lassiter had never felt so lighthearted towards the psychic. That's going to change now he thought to himself sternly. "We've been looking for you...."
"Why?" Shawn stated, but made no effort to move his head off his desk. "Why bother?"
"Why...." Lassie wanted to grab him by the hair and pull him into a tight hug. Not because he wanted to, but because the young man needed it. Instead he settled for patting the man on the back. "Becasue we were worried about you."
Shawn couldn't hold back the gates any longer. He looked up at Lassie as his hurt and guilt ran down his face. "It's my fault they're dead."
Lassiter pulled him out of his desk chair and into a hug. As much as Lassie wanted to deny it, he wanted Shawn back to his crazy annoying self. At least then there would be something normal to use as a brace.