So, I'm currently working on 4 stories! Don't know which ones I will finish (I've only posted 2 but I'm working on posting the others) Not forcing you to but if you like please review and I'll want to finish it more :D
At Psych...
When Gus got to the office that morning he was surprised to see Shawn there. It was nine in the morning, Shawn usually didn't get there until at least noon.
Puzzled, Gus looked his best friend over. He had a cup of coffee in his hand (which was always a dangerous thing for Shawn to have), and he had dark circles under his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Gus asked as he sat down in one of the chairs.
Shawn looked up from the file that he had in his hand, surprise on his face.
"This case isn't bothering you at all?"
In truth, every case bothered Gus, but by now he was used to hiding that fact. So much so that he didn't even show it while they were investigating a kidnapping. A kidnapping of a seven year old girl.
"Of course it's bothering me." Gus replied, hurt that his best friend would think he was that heartless.
Shawn sighed and leaned back in the chair, throwing the file back onto the desk.
"Sorry man, I don't know why this is bugging me so much."
But of course he knew why, a child was kidnapped and her parents were found dead at their house. Shawn had always had a soft spot for kids so this killed him. Gus went over and put a hand on Shawn's shoulder.
"Go get some sleep, your no good to anyone while your tired and have coffee in your system."
Shawn smiled and nodded.
"I'll just go home for a bit." He said, mostly to himself.
Gus watched his best friend walk out the door, and sighed heavily. Usually putting a hand on Shawn's shoulder (If you were Gus) meant that you would be teased mercilessly for hours about how you were a sap. It just showed how much this case was getting to him.
Shaking his head, he sat down where Shawn was previously, and picked up the file Shawn had been going over.
~X~
Three hours later at Shawn's apartment....
Shawn sat up in bed, excitement written all over his face.
Jumping up out of bed, he ran over to his shoes. Who knew that a nap would lead to him solving this case? Maybe Gus had, and that's why he had sent him home.
Shrugging, Shawn slipped on his shoes and grabbed his keys and cell phone, ignoring the fact that he probably looked like crap.
While he rushed down to his motcycle he dialed Gus's number.
"Hello, Burton Guster."
"Dude, I solved it!"
"Really?"
"Why else would I be calling saying that I solved it? Duh Gus, anyway, meet me at Psych so I can check to make sure that I didn't just dream it."
"Wait, you might have dreamt the fact that you solved the case?"
"Oh Gus, we've gone on less before just meet me there!" With that, Shawn closed his phone and jumped on his bike.
~X~
At Psych...
Shawn practically ran into the office, and headed over to the still open file. He flipped through all the photos until he found the one he was looking for.
With a victory yell, he grinned and was about to go to the police station when he realized Gus wasn't there. Shawn mentally kicked himself for not asking how far away Gus was. He knew Gus would be furious with him if he left Psych after telling him to come down there, so Shawn sat down and waited for Gus to arrive.
After about five minutes he jumped up and started to pace, mentally willing Gus to hurry up.
If he hadn't been so mad at Gus and excited about solving the case he probably would have heard the barely audible sound of someone entering the office, and he definately would have seen the reflection of a man in the window.
But he didn't, so the next thing he knew he was grabbed from behind and a towel was being held against his nose and mouth.
Shawn immediately knew it was chloroform, but didn't really think that little fact would help him out much at this point. So, he started struggling, kicking wildly. No kicks connected with the man, but one hit the lamp that was sitting on Gus's desk. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the lamp crashing to the floor.
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