A Pineapple Peril
by MJIsfantastic
CHAPTER ONE: Pineapple Slush
"What a waste of a perfectly good pineapple." said the psychic.
His partner nodded, "It could have been a pineapple upside down cake or a pineapple slush."
"Pineapple slush?" questioned the psychic.
"Yes Shawn, it exists." said Gus.
"Oh yeah, where are they?"
"Sonic."
"We are so going there."
Shawn fist bumped his friend and then turn his attention to the annoyed detective that just walked into the room holding his white tall cup of coffee.
"So what we have is Jareth Johnson. 35, not married and no close relatives." said the younger, blond detective that followed the first detective.
"Nice work O'Har- Who let these to onto my crime scene!" said the first.
"Lassie!" smiled Shawn.
"Urg," let out the frustrated head detective Carlton Lassiter, "Anyway, it seems the murder weapon was that pineapple."
"What a waste." murmured Shawn.
"It looks like the murderer must have grabbed the pineapple and killed him with it. It looks like the murder's attention wasn't to kill him when he got here." said Juliet O'Hara.
Shawn looked at the crime scene again, it was in the living room. The body was right in front of the door. Shawn noticed there was no other food, or basket, or any other place for food to be.
"WAIT!" yelled the psychic, putting his right hand to his eyebrow, "I sense that the murder brought the pineapple with him! I think this murder was intentional!"
Shawn then looked down to the pineapple at his feet. It was covered in blood... for the most part there was a little smear of something else red.
"And this man was murdered by a women."
Shawn then saw another smear of lipstick on the closet door.
"Infact she is still here!" Shawn walked in front of the closet, "In this vary closet!"
Lassiter walked up to the closet and put his hand on the closet door; his other hand holding his gun. Juliet pointed her gun the the closet door. Lassiter flung opened the door and a blond woman, maybe in her late 20's, with red lipstick, fell out. Dead.
Lassiter called in some other officers and Shawn said, "Maybe it wasn't her..."
O'Hara looked at the woman's bloody head. "It looks like she was murdered by the same pineapple. See the scratches." Juliet put on some gloves and turn the head. "Her skull is also split open. She was hit more than once."
Shawn turned to Gus, "Dude, are you alright?"
Gus, about to throw-up said, "I don't like dead bodies Shawn."
Shawn examined the scene once more. "I have nothing. Not picking up on anything. I think we're gonna have to wait for the autopsy."
"So then what do we do now?" asked Gus.
Shawn thought about this. "One word: Sonic"