+ Hello. I do not own Psych but I love to watch it. I've gotten almost halfway through the series, so please no spoilers. Aside from the flashbacks, this is set sometime during the 4th season but as if Shawn never dated Abigail. He isn't dating Juliet, either, for clarification. So, not really canon in the terms of relationships. +
1975
A young seven-year-old boy with shaggy black hair hidden beneath a pleather ten-gallon hat rides on a mangy broom through the gravel driveway, pretending it is a horse. He is wearing bells in place of spurs on his matching (the hat) boots and vest, with a plastic badge resting in the corner. He has just returned from Old Senora Town, where he and his best friend Damien can be cowboys for real.
His happy-go-lucky gallivanting is cut short when he notices the glimmer of the side mirror on a certain 1967 ebony Chevy impala. The broom drops out of his grip and his body is frozen. The owner of said car normally isn't around. The boy is so used to coming home to an empty home and helping with the chores. He tiptoes to the back, hoping to collect his bicycle and ride out. However, as luck would have it, a tall drunkard grabs his leg just before he makes it around the house.
The man swiftly pulls the child from the backyard, in through the cracked window of the basement. He carefully avoids shelves of custom-made snowglobes and sets the shaking boy next to him on the workbench. To the table in front, there are glass-blown domes, hand-carven stands, and ivory flakes of ingested acid and angel dust. There are no masks, no gloves; the man silently urges the boy to work after flicking off the cap and badge.
The two work in silence for the next hour and thirty minutes, with only slight scraping and swigs of alcohol for accompaniment. The boy is absolutely thrilled when he hears a signature car-locking sequence. The man grumbles under his breath and picks the child up by the scruff of his neck.
"Don't tell her what we're doin' down here, Carly Boy."
The boy's eyes shine hurtfully, very aware of the consequences. "I won't, Dad. I swear."
2010
Head Detective Carlton Lassiter sits at his desk, going over evidence papers. He has most of them completed and is setting the last stack of copies into his locked bottom drawer. He pauses a moment, staring at the 'Psych' snowglobe Shawn had given him a couple Christmases ago. Though it had terrified him, he could tell Shawn had worked a lot on it and he couldn't destroy it. Beside the globe, there is a plastic cowboy badge and a lanyard with the name 'Booger' on it. He lets out a shuddering sigh as he stacks the papers and sets them inside before closing the drawer and locking it back.
"Hello, Lasserito." A genuinely happy voice startles him from behind.
As the detective turns around in his chair, Shawn is sitting on his desk with Gus close behind. Lassiter rolls his eyes and leans back a little with his hands clasped on his chest.
"What do you want, Spencer? There's no cases for you."
"Doesn't look like there's much for you, either." He grins. "Gus and I are going to get cheese fries."
"Yippee for you." Lassiter answers monotonously. "Again, what do you want?"
Shawn cocks his head to the side, as if considering. "Wanna come with? I'm paying."
"Which means I'm paying." Gus corrects him.
He and Lassiter glare at Shawn, answering in synchronization. "You must be out of your damn mind."
Shawn jumps off the desk and backs away a little. "Okay, that was creepy."
Lassiter and Gus stare at each other a minute longer; then the latter joins Shawn and the former starts stalking to the break room. Juliet noticed the hardly heated argument occur but decides it would be best not to ask about it. By the end of the day, the closest thing that had come to a case was a petty thief at a local convenience store in which the culprit was a fourteen-year-old vandal. McNab had interrogated the kid and he gets to spend a night at the police station.
Shawn and Gus had disappeared from the station that morning, unneeded that day. Lassiter had been preoccupied, as if there was a dark cloud threatening to loom over him at every turn. Juliet could sense something off about him but could never place a finger on what had happened, though she places her bet on Shawn. The chief had also detected something wrong but, since it hasn't impeded any results, she lets it go. Lassiter gets to his home earlier than normal and heads to the bathroom for a shower. Before he can get completely undressed [he is in his bedroom with his shirt off], something hits him from behind.
Surprised, Carlton falls to the floor away from any weapons in the room. His eyes wander around, trying to see what just happened. His hand absently attends to the pain, but he is shocked to find shards of glass and blood protruding from his back just below the shoulder blade. In an instant, fear and anger reside in his eyes, realizing who the mystery intruder is. After a bout of adjusting, Carlton rolls to his side and glares up at the older man.
"Hello, Dad."
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