Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. You know that's right!
A/N: I would like to thank a kind (THANK YOU!) reviewer for letting me know my story was messed up. Stupid Mac computers! Lol. Anyway, this issue has been resolved, and I hope now you can enjoy the story *grins sheepishly*
This story is the result of a challenge issued by theSingingBlob on called the Alphabet challenge. Each sentence begins with the next letter of the alphabet...A-Z!
All Gus wanted to do was sit down and breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. Couldn't be any request more simple, right? Darn anyone who dared stand in his way if he tried. Everyone seemed to sense that about him, and stood a reasonable distance away when he stormed over to the dead guy's couch and sat down.
"Forget it, Shawn, I'm not doing it!" Gus crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He breathed in, breathed out, in, out, in, out…
"I am asking you as a friend, buddy," Shawn pleaded. "Just this once." Kneeling before Gus, Shawn clasped his hands in the way of an exaggerated beggar. "Life's too short not to make a few sacrifices."
"My life's not short enough to make what you are asking me to do worth it, Shawn."
Not one to be easily deterred, Shawn added, "What if I throw in a couple tickets to comic con?"
"Oh, no, Shawn, bribery's not gonna work on me this time."
"Please, Gus, I'm asking from the bottom of my heart!"
Quietly, Gus stole a glance out the corner of his eye at the dead body sprawled across the floor. "Really, Shawn, I don't know how you talk me into these things."
Shawn grinned and said sweetly, "I knew you'd come through for me, Gus!"
"This is the most disturbing thing I've ever done, Shawn, and you'd better have those tickets on my desk by tonight!"
"Under no uncertain terms will I let you down, buddy!"
Vick, who was watching from the corner of the room, spoke up, "So you're going to do it, Mr. Guster?"
With much effort, Gus stood up and made his way over to the dead body.
"X-rays," Gus muttered, "they have x-rays that can see through objects, but there is no machine that can smell."
"You're the man, Gus," Shawn said, a look of pride on his jocular face.
Zoning in his super-sniffer, Gus took a deep breath.