Disclaimer: The only one I own is Harvey, for he is t3h sh17.
Note: Remember, this is my first Psych story. Take it easy on me! -puppy dog eyes-
I. Bad News
16-year-old Shawn Spencer smiled at the dark-haired girl to his left seductively, scooting towards her.
"Hi there," he said, then stopped upon hearing footsteps.
"Shawn! Shawn! Come look at what me and Burton found!," cried 14-year-old Harvey Spencer, waving excitedly at his cousin. Shawn bit back a witty remark, knowing he'd get into trouble, and looked at his tiny blond cousin.
"Not now, Harvey..."
•••
"Gus, bad news. Harvey's coming to town," said 28-year-old Shawn Spencer, looking at his best friend, Burton "Gus" Guster, as he sat down on a bench outside the Santa Barbra Police Department, a carton of Chinese food in his hand.
"Damn, what'd he learn this time?," asked Gus exasperatedly.
"That I'm a 'psychic' working here. He called me an hour ago, and I left the key to my place for him and gave him directions," said Shawn with a shrug, downing some chinese food. Gus frowned, nodding and then seeing the Chinese food and sighing.
"Chinese food for breakfast?"
"What? It's leftovers, at least!," said Shawn, laughing and dumping the now-empty carton into the trash and gesturing to Gus as they hurried into the building.
•••
"Spencer! You're late. Chief Vick needs your 'special abilities' today. Get in her office, pronto. Guster, you go along as well," barked Carlton Lassiter, not noticing the slight glaze in Shawn's eyes when he looked at him. The guy was a weirdo, anyway.