1987
Shawn Spenser watched as the teacher wrote some mathematical equation on the board. It was at some point during their class time that a girl at which sat behind him handed Shawn a note.
He turned around in his seat and flashed a small smile toward her. She in return also gives a bit of a grin and giggles, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red when doing so. The teacher hears the child's laughter, she turns and faces the class.
Scanning the row of desks till she lands upon the one at which, in her mind, was becoming a nuisance. Shawn immediately slips the note in the side pocket of his jeans. It was at this point that nearly every kid in that room was now focused on Shawn and the probable letter of affection. The teacher clears her throat a bit to capture Shawn's attention.
" Mr. Spenser, do you have something you would like to share with the class?"
She asks in an almost accusative way, all the while her arms folded loosely in front of her chest waiting for a answer. The children's muffled laughter beginning to engulf him as he mustered enough courage to respond.
He takes notice that his friend Burton Guster, seated a couple rolls to his left tries his best to stifle any further laughter. The boy grins but this almost immediately vanishes as Shawn gives him a look before answering.
"Uhh..no Mrs. Turner"
He chokes a reply, feeling rather shameful to have just lied to the old woman, though this feeling of wrongdoing had begun to dissipate as the class period was drawing to a close.
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Present Time:
Policemen and CSI litter the outside of the home of a fairly well known romance novelist who was believed to have been murdered some time last night. Shawn and Gus arrive at the scene a short time afterward. Det. Lassiter scans the premises, he would occasionally check his watch till he had the pseudo psychic and his sidekick in his sights.
As the two step out of the car Shawn's pace quickens as he heads towards the scene, leaving Gus to lag behind a bit. Lassiter spots the two in the corner of his eye as they approach.
"'Bout time you two showed up"
Piped the Detective, Shawn fairly rolls his eyes and continues forward with Gus finally catching up. The young man raises both palms and have them facing the Detective in a sort of halting gesture.
"Now Lassie-face, let's all just sorta chillax for a sec"
He responds, then notices the Detective bite his lower lip slightly to refrain from saying anything more and turns heel to head back into the house.
"Lassie-face?"
Questions Gus with a confounded expression, Shawn just smirks with a response.
"Yep..just a couple words from my endless list of most endearing monikers."
Spenser ducks under the yellow crime tape, diligently studying the murder scene as was. Within minutes Gus entered the area his eyes immediately fixed upon the corpse. Fellow Detective Juliet O'Hara jots down bits and pieces of the information on the case of which was gathered thus far.
Shawn's focus instantaneously moves to a tattered piece of paper in the vics hand. Small print on it's surface creates a glow-like picture in his mind. His index and middle fingers rush to the temples of his forehead.
"Oooh..ooh, gettin' a vision here"
He exclaims, all the while Gus shoots him an odd look. It wasn't as though he's never beforehand witnessed Shawn's feigned psychic 'visions'. It was rather the case of element of surprise that caught him off guard. Shawn begins snapping his fingers as though trying to rehash something.
"Uhh..paper, page, print..all.. so.. jumbled"
He exclaims once more with the ending sentence sounding like some dramatic, short burst take on Startrek's Capt. Kirk. The officers also appearing rather in a stupor and exchange glances.
"Spenser..what the hell are you doin now'?"
This question arose from none other then Lassiter, while watching as Shawn, with eyes closed, had now removed his fingers from his forehead. And was now directing his hands every which where in a mime-like motion.
"Shhh,"
He utters almost silently, bringing a finger to his lip then just as quickly as he had brought it up he directs the hand forward and out again. The house is practically silent as the others look on.
" A page from a novel, words..life's too short.. is in her hand.."
He opens his eyes and the all too familiar foolish look returns to his face, "whew..that was a workout..anyone here have any refreshing pineapple juice to quench my thirst?"