All Good Things…
By HenryJonesII
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych…USA does…that is all.
Summary: Shawn Spencer has lived a somewhat good life for the past four years looking past the recent events regarding the infamous Yin and Yang killers. However as the saying goes, "All Good Things must come to an end" and Shawn is about to find out the hard way…
Chapter One: Another One Bites The Dust
Shawn Spencer was bored to tears to put it mildly. Nearly a week had gone by since the notorious pseudo psychic detective resolved the incident involving the notorious Mr. Yin and yet Shawn had not felt as happy as he probably should have. Indeed Shawn had fought Yin and won, but that victory no matter how sweet it was came at an all too high cost. The terror that Yin put his loved ones through had sub sequentially driven them all away. Abigail broke up with him only hours after being from a watery grave, citing the dangerous working environment that conflicted with her personal aspirations as reasons for the separation. Shawn wanted to feel heart broke, even needed to feel heart broken, but ultimately felt as if the whole parting of ways had been a necessary change in his life. In the end when push came to shove it was Santa Barbara's very own Juliet O'Hara that truly captured Shawn's eye. Alas he chose to save the girl he loved, not the one he was in love with and now he was paying the consequences.
Shawn had repeatedly called Jules in the following days to apologize for the horror filled night that Yin forced her through. As fate would have it, every single call was replied with the sound of silence. With each call not returned, Shawn's guilt grew ten fold. Finally giving up on the third day, Shawn began to accept the fact that any chance he had with the lovely blond junior detective most likely blown the moment she saw Gus come to the rescue instead of himself. Retreating to the inner recesses of his mind…and the Psych office the pseudo psychic had begun to lose it.
Speaking of losing it, or would it be thinking it hmmm…focus…focus…GUS! That's right Burton Guster, a.k.a Gus, his best friend in the whole wide world had conveniently left Shawn in his hour…or day…of need, all alone and heart broken claiming that his company required him to go on some kind of "retreat". Pssshh Yeah Right, and The Adventures of Pluto Nash was a good movie…company retreat his ass.
Oh thinking of Asses…Shawn began to reflect upon his father's abandonment during this dark period in the relatively young psychic detectives life. Sure the old man wouldn't ever leave Shawn be, but when it all came down to it Henry Spencer would be busy fishing, or baiting, or cooking…or drinking…or baiting a fish to catch a bigger fish in which he would then cook it and then drink around a campfire. The point was Shawn's father wasn't around to keep him occupied, then again would he really have wanted to hang out with him. The same could be said for one head detective Carlton "Lassie-Face" Lassiter, sure he always answered his phone but did Shawn really want to make that call or possibly risk Lassie actually accepting an invitation to hang out. Hell no!
Then again Shawn had forgotten about one Officer Buzz McNab he was a nice enough guy.
Shawn's thoughts concerning the naïve officer were interrupted by the incessant ringing of the office telephone, any other day Shawn would have either ignored the call completely thus allowing whoever it was that attempted to hire the duo the opportunity to leave a message that would later be picked up by Gus and relayed to himself, or he would sit and look at the phone until Gus answered it and relayed the case to him…in any case it would be Gus that answered the phone. Seeing as Gus currently resided in the Colorado Mountains or the Mexican Plateau's or something and he was extremely bored, the fake psychic jumped at the phone by the time it reached its fourth ring practically standing on his desk as he happily began his customary greeting.
"Shawn Spencer how may I…"
"Good to see you haven't lost that cockamamie attitude of yours Spencer". A somewhat chuckled aged voice interrupted
"Paul. Paul is that you? God man how long has it been four, five years now? What's up?" The psychic detective uttered out barely able to contain his excitement at hearing from a good friend.
"I'm fine Shawn. Look…there…sigh…Shawn we found mike dead in his home last night."
Shawn dropped to his chair like a lead weight. The sparkle in his eyes had faded away, the cheer in his voice had died along with the euphoric mood that had just moments ago inhabited his very being that had now been replaced with one of pure grief and confusion. He had known Mike for years, he couldn't believe he was actually gone. The man was only three years older than himself for CHRIST SAKES! Finally composing himself as best he could, Shawn brought the phone back to his ear.
"Wha…What happened…I mean..how..How did he" Shawn hated himself for not being able to control his emotions better. Hell he couldn't even ask a question without shedding some tears. Damn it he was better than that…wasn't he?
"All arrows point to murder on this one Shawn. The position of his body, the flower peddles left around his body creating a path from the main entrance to his bedroom all correlate with the…"
"It can't be him Paul…I know...*ahem*…I know for a fact it can't be that son of a bitch!" Shawn violently interrupted the agony of losing his friend quickly gave way to sheer rage at the proposed perpetrator responsible for his untimely demise.
"Spencer listen to me I know how this must be difficult for you…hell it's difficult for all of us…but facts are facts and the fact of the matter at hand is that every aspect of his murder conforms with Tom Donovan's Modus Operandi. However we have a working theory here that the killer is a copy cat…Hell he'd be the best damn copy cat killer this nation has ever seen". The man on the other line interjected as he tried to shove some sense down his once great friends throat. Paul's voice had swiftly transitioned from spunky to comforting to a no-nonsense hard ass voice of reason and stability because lord knew that Shawn Spencer needed a voice of guidance and reason.
"You don't think…no…NO there's no way Jeff could be involved in this I mean come on, if it wasn't for him we would have never been able to stop Tom from continuing his sick and twisted ways." Shawn was speaking of Jeff Donovan, Tom's younger brother who had been coerced into cooperating with Tom's evil ways by means of his brothers threatening of his then girlfriend and future bride Mary and their daughter Jessica.
"Shawn we found his wife beaten severely earlier this morning and Jeff's location is unknown at the moment. His probation just ended two days ago and his flight came in yesterday morning. He has the knowledge and the experience to commit the crimes but…"
"But you don't actually believe he's the killer do you now?" The psychic finished his friend's trailing off, all the while a subtle grin formed upon his face at the idea that bureaucracy and 'by the book' cop work hadn't corrupted his friend.
"Wipe that grin off your face Spencer and listen up because this case somehow found its way to city hall and landed directly on the mayors lap and now I've got to convince you to fly out here and investigate, you known he hasn't forgotten what you did for him. Probably still thinks he's indebted to you despite all those times you and I have told him otherwise".
Shawn's grin had only evolved into a full-toothed smile with a level of brightness that could rival the sun. He had missed working with his friend all this time, and knowing that the mayor still ignored his every attempt at relieving him of the debt that Shawn felt was paid.
"Well Paul if he wants to think that he's in my debt after all these years then who are we to argue with him. But in all seriousness the mayor requested my presence?"
"Don't be a smart-ass Shawn, and yes he did so I need an answer are you in or not?"
Shawn sat there for a moment and let the gravity of the situation sink in along with the sudden uncomfortably quiet atmosphere that took residence within the Psych office. On the one hand he could fly out there and find closure in a case that had haunted him for the past six years as well as pay respects to a dear friend while clearing another in the process of procuring the true culprit from the ever mounting one-sided evidence facing Jeff Donovan whilst finally escaping this ever increasingly depressing and lonely mood that inhabited Santa Barbra in favor of a city filled with those who knew, trusted, and would always be there for him. On the other hand he could stay here, betray one of his closest friends, and wallow in self pity and loathing for another week or so and face a Jules that hated his guts for what he put her through…Yeah this was about as hard of a choice as when Neo took the red pill in the Matrix or when Ted Striker chose to fly in Airplane…wait that wasn't a hard choice…Well in any case Shawn…like Sophie…had made his choice.
"Paul you had me at 'Good' now when do I need to leave? I mean I need to pack my tooth brush and a fresh pair of underwear as well as fresh socks and…" Shawn would have continued on with his incessant ramblings but Paul had knew where this could have or more importantly would have ended and interrupted him right there.
"Shawn the mayor sent a private plane up to fly to Santa Barbra to pick you up that should be arriving in abouuuutt…ohhhh…. two and a half maybe three hours so pack what you think you are going to need but I made sure that all that you require is on that plane." Shawn could practically hear the smile in his old buddy's voice but settled on calling it his gleeful disposition. However a question nagged at the young psychic detectives mind.
"Paul you let the mayor sent a plane not knowing if I were to say yes or not…quite frankly I'm shocked you'd make such a gamble."
"Let's just say he and I had faith that you'd make the right decision...Ness will pick you up when you arrive at the airport. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that he kept the 308 running for you though I must say Shawn, if Magnum knew how you treated that vehicle he would be ashamed."
Shawn grinned at the thought of his protégé driving the vehicle the mayor had requisitioned for him in recognizing the already mentioned debt. Shawn couldn't wait to get there, why and how he put off visiting or making a return trip had confused him greatly but Shawn realized that Paul still being on the line wouldn't like to listen to pure nothingness for much longer.
"Paul, Paul, Paul, you had this whole 'M' thing from James Bond going for there, alas it was not meant to be I suppose. Well I'll let you go now I have to pack I mean I have a flight to catch and this is one plane I don't want to miss. It's been a pleasure Captain"
"The only pleasure I see is that I'm getting the best damn Head Detective back on the streets again hehehe. Well I should let you get packing but still it is good to know you're coming back we have missed you here, Chicago just isn't the same with you Shawn." The Captain replied with a tinge of nostalgia creeping into his voice making it sound as if the police officer had nearly been chocked up with the memories of the good times they shared.
"I have that effect on people, and cities, and the occasional petting zoo. Well I'll see you at two thirty, hell maybe we can grab a bite to eat when I get there, I'll buy." Shawn offered up before he let his former captain get back to whatever he had preoccupied himself with.
"Uh-Huh when you say 'I'm buying' or 'I'll buy' I end up getting the bill."
"Aw you remember that brings a tear to my eye." The younger man jested back chuckling halfway through the sentence.
"Hardi-Freakin-Har Shawn you're a freaking riot you know that? You have packing to do and if I find you're not on that plane on time when it arrives so I help me there will be blood you go that Detective?" Paul ordered trying to keep his voice from breaking down into a cacophony of laughs.
"Loud and clear Captain Crunch, fret not for your night in shining navy blue, and possibly a sky blue collared shirt armor is on the way." Shawn retorted with a humorous military tone that quickly delved into a medieval knight's voice.
"Good, now that that's settled I have to go, because unlike some people I have paperwork to fill out because you can't just arrest a drug lord and his cohorts without filing a mountain of paper work the size of Everest so as the great Christopher Walken once said, 'I bid you a tootles'"
"HAH! I knew I was rubbing off on you, just when I was beginning to lose you hope you go off and confirm it! WOOH! This is going to be the best trip evAH!" Shawn practically shouted into the phone only to deduce that Paul had hung up mid way through his proclamation as the dial tone had taken the place of his friend.
"Well that was rude…now then I need to get packing, hmmm I wonder what the weather is like in Chicago this time of year?" Shawn muttered to himself as he began to collect a few personal trinkets. Shawn grabbed the keys to the office as well as those to his prized Norton and reached to shut the lights off when he glanced over to the office phone. He wondered if he should let someone know that he would be heading out of town for the next few days. Well no one he knew was answering any form of communicational device so NAHHH!
Shawn proceeded to flip the light switch towards to the 'OFF' position and surprising even himself remembered to lock the door behind him before he left. 'Maybe all of Gus's rants finally got through to me' he thought as he climbed aboard his precious bike. His bike…that was another issue…who would take care of his bike. A mystery, a query, a hyperbole even…okay the last one sounded off but it still ended with the 'EE' sound despite the fact it clearly looked as if it needed to be pronounced as 'Hyper Bowl'. Ah ADD kicking in again…think whom could I leave the bike with? It would have to be someone I know would take care of it properly. Shawn knew who that someone was in an instant. McNab. Well now that that bridge was crossed, he needed to do some serious packing and with that Shawn ignited the engine to his precious Norton and sped off towards his apartment all the while thinking of how incredibly awesome this was gonna be.
Chapter END
By the way those of you who will get a notification that I posted this story, relax I'm planning on picking up my Harry Potter story soon but this story just keeps horning in on it and well I just need to get it out of my head as it keeps developing all on its own. However for those of you who have no idea what any of this means…then well I hope you enjoyed it and if not…well…don't read it. But reviews are nice and helpful….ONLY if they contain nice and helpful stuff.
By the way this chapter was meant to be pretty short…the next one will probably be much longer and the same will be for nearly all of the other following chapters. Personally I believe this one is okay, but the other chapters will literally blow your mind's face offwell I hope they do anyways it's really all up to you guys.