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Warning: If you haven't seen the very last episode of Monk then some of the stuff wont make sense and it will indeed have spoilers! Same with the episodes of Psych. I want to try to keep things as close as I can to it fitting in so I'll be using references to past shows. If you don't want to know anything you've missed then might not want to read this.


Mr. Monk and the Muuurder?
INTRODUCTION

1989

Shawn is in the middle of a crowd of students in an empty field. The group is surrounding a kid who is huddled up, guarding his head with his hands. The other kids are laughing and making fun of the kid. Shawn is standing there and smiling until his father, dressed in his officers uniform, comes and breaks the group up.

"Shawn!" He yells, clearly upset with his son. "What do you think you were doing?"

Shawn shrugs his shoulders and looks at the kids scattering in each direction. "Everyone else was doing it." He says.

"How many times have I told you that that is not an answer." He snaps. The terrified kid starts crying and runs into Mr. Spencer's arms. "Why were you picking on this kid?"

"Because he's weird." Shawn answers as if it's an acceptable excuse. "He refuses to go outside and play during recess and everything always has to be even or he gets upset."

The man looks down at his son in disbelief. "So you're picking on someone because he's different? You're no different than him, son, you know. That little ability of yours that you don't want anyone to know about? What if I just go shout it to the school now."

The boy looks horrified at the suggestion. "Dad, no! They'll all think I'm a freak!"

"So what's your point?" He asks, clearly unimpresesd by his son's defense. "Not only will you have garage duty for a week, but I believe that Mrs. Baker would love for you to clean hers as well. Give you a chance to actually get to know Billy here." His father said. Leaning over looking into Shawns eyes, he waved a finger in front of his nose. "If I ever catch you doing anything like this again then you will regret it. You don't pick on people, Shawn, even if they are different."

Present Day

"We're going to need to bring some help in on this one. The San Francisco Police Department is going to lend us their private consultant. Turns out he's some kind of world class private detective."

"No need." Detective Lassiter said with full confidence. "We'll get this one, Chief. O'Hara and I got this!" O'Hara stood silently with raised eyebrows, shocked that Lassiter has said such a statement when they weren't any closer to finding the suspect than they were a week ago. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She quickly closed it and stared back at the Chief.

"No you don't, Detective! There have already been four deaths and you've gotten no where! I'll be damned if I'm going to let another person be killed."

Shawn glanced beside him to his partner with a disgusted look on his face. "Dude," He whispered, nudging him in the side. "Did you hear that?"

Gus nodded his head looking just as upset as Shawn. "They're calling someone else in!" He exclaimed, peering through the blinds of Chief Vick's office.

The thought of someone else on his turf appalled him. "That's so not happening." Shawn said. His mind was racing quickly to think of some sort of plan to get on the case, but it always drifted back to the fact that they hadn't asked him first. "I can't believe they didn't ask us if we knew anything!" He ranted.

"But we don't know anything." Gus said, straightening his stance.

"That's not the point!" Shawn said, waving him off. "I've got to stop them."

Before Gus could stop him, Shawn had already opened the door to the office where Chief Vick, Detective Lassiter, and Detective O'Hara stood. "Oh!" He exclaimed, grabbing his head in an overly dramatic fashion with one hand and reaching out with the other. "I sensed that you need some help." He said in an eerily calm voice. Glancing around the room through his fingers over his face he noticed the case file on the Chief's desk reading, "The Moonlight Killer". They had released a press conference not too long ago stating that they were getting close to solving the case. The slim folder laying on her desk indicated the exact opposite. Gus entered the room shortly behind him and watched as Shawn pretended to get a psychic vision.

"It hurts. The pain…" He said, clutching his chest. His other hand focused on his temple. "Thousands of girls screaming…" He yelled. Vick and O'Hara stared intently at him while Lassiter has his less than impressed expression on his face. "Twilight! It burns my eyes!" He exclaimed.

The Chief rolled her eyes while O'Hara looked somewhat offended. "It's a good romance novel." She said in defense.

"Really, Jules?" Shawn said in disbelief and snapping out of his trance. "I thought you were smarter than to get caught up in all that." He said. Shaking his head he walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's ok. I don't think any less of you for fawning over a shirtless seventeen year old. A little creepy, yes, but…"

"Is that all, Mr. Spencer?" The Chief interrupted.

"No!" Shawn said quickly. "I sense you need help with The Moonlight Killer. Despite the fact that the mayor has already released a public statement you are no where near to catching this guy. And he will strike again. Soon."

The Chief looked defeated as, even though his information was vague, it was accurate enough to convince her. "Fine, Mr. Spencer. You're hired. We need all the help we can get for this one. However, you will be working with someone else. San Francisco is lending us their consultant for this case as a favor for helping them solve the Mundey Murders last year ."

"If their consultant is such a genius then how come they needed your help?" Gus wondered from near the door.

The Chief looked a little irritated that the question was asked. "Because he was out of town, Mr. Guster, on vacation with his daughter."

Gus nodded his head in understanding and backed a few feet into the blinds. Chief Vick scared him a little bit--and he wasn't afraid to admit that, either.

"He'll arrive tomorrow at the airport. Detective Lassiter, O'Hara, be sure that you're there exactly on time to pick him up. Be early if you have to, but don't be late. He's a little…" The Chief struggled to find the right word.

"Persnickety?" O'Hara chirped.

"Obsessive?" Lassiter suggested quickly after her like it was a contest that he needed to win.

"Compulsive." Gus added, staring at Lassiter.

"A little loopy?" Shawn asked moving his finger around in a circle to illustrate his point.

"Eccentric." The Chief finished, rolling her eyes as all the assumptions--although they weren't far off. The captain from the SFPD had already warned her over the phone that this detective had certain problems with certain things. He had improved since finding the murderer of his wife, but at the same time he still wasn't completely cured.

"No problem, Chief. We can handle it." Shawn said with full confidence. Gus looked at his friend doubtfully, but didn't say anything in front of the others. "We'll come by tomorrow when he gets here. Then we'll follow you guys to the crime scene. He can check it out and I'll see if I can get any psychic readings from the place." He said. The Chief simply nodded. That was everyone's cue to leave the room--there wasn't anymore they could do at that moment.

"A world class famous detective." O'Hara said with a hint of awe in her voice.

"I didn't know you were into that sort of thing, Jules." Shawn said, eyeing the girl up and down. "You know I'm climbing my way up that ladder. I'm Santa Barbra famous." He said, flipping his head like a model with long flowing hair would do.

O'Hara rolled her eyes and walked past him. Although she was able to hide it from him, she couldn't hide it from herself as a small smile and a slight blush made its way onto her face.

Gus stood there with a dubious look on his face. "What?" Shawn asked defensively.

"The only thing you'll be famous for is B-Sing everyone." He stated. Lifting his head up with his nose slightly in the air, Gus sauntered off towards the exit.

"Oh, now that was just…" Shawn started, but he couldn't find a word to suit the remainder of that sentence. "something." He said, shaking his head. "Wait up!" He called after noticing how far ahead of him Gus was. He jogged to catch up to him.