Chapter 1: Huge Mistake

June 25, 2010

Shawn's POV

There was yells of protest. The police station was in an uproar. Every one was outraged. Even Juliet looked furious. Gus looked embarrassed.

I looked around at all the faces I have come to call friends. All of them had fury written across their features. For the first time I was actually afraid of them. I swallowed. I'm an idiot. I knew I made a huge mistake. I was surrounded by angry cops/detectives.

When I turned around, I saw the Chief shooting me a death glare. She turned to Lassiter.

"Detective, can you please escort Mr. Spencer out of the station."

"Gladly."

Lassiter grabbed my collar and propelled me to the door. He threw it open and shoved me out. He dragged me down the stairs and to the side of the station, out of view of the street. I was terrified. His other hand also grabbed my collar. He balled up his fists and shoved me into the wall. Hard.

"Isn't this considered police brutality," I asked with a nervous smile, glancing at his hands.

"The last thing you should worry about is police brutality. You have just made a fool of yourself. All the trust and friendship you gained is gone. Everyone hates you. How could you walk into a police station and accuse a well respected cop of murdering his own wife? Do you have a death wish? You are unwelcome in the police station."

He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Personally, I am glad. At least I won't have to see you and your mockery of real police work."

Lassiter slammed me into the wall again. Then, he threw me to the ground on the left. My shoulder slammed into the concrete, sending sparks of pain through my arm.

Lassiter's POV

I was heading back to the station. I was smiling. Freedom from Spencer, Yes! It was the best day ever. I turned and looked back to where I left him on the ground. He looked genuinely hurt. He was rubbing his probably bruised shoulder absent-mindedly. I felt guilty, but it only lasted a second. The smirk returned to my face. And I walked back inside. Boy was I enjoying myself.

Shawn's POV

I watched Lassiter walk away. He looked back once. A look of guilt flashed across his face. It was instantly replaced by his smirk. He finished walking back into the building.

I gingerly stood up and walked back to my bike. I hopped on and rode away. Disappearing into the night like a diminishing light. One person saw him leave. There was a blond-headed detective glaring through the window.