Shawn Spencer is a psychic detective. Well, a fake psychic detective. He noticed the criminal, Caroline Black, looked jumpy. That her finger was twitching. She had the strangely shaped gun aimed at Carlton Lassiter, the head detective for the Santa Barbra police department. Who was also the person that Shawn was madly in love with. It was obvious really, the love Shawn felt for Carlton. I mean, he has groped the man, and sat on his lap in the middle of the police station. But Carlton Lassiter was the only one who was oblivious to Shawn's affection.
"Lassie, watch out!" Shawn yelled. The detective didn't listen so Shawn decided to jump in front of the man just as Caroline pulled the trigger. Strangely there was no sound save for Shawn's scream of pain. It felt worse than the first time he had been shot in the shoulder. The woman cackled madly at the young man's screams of agony.
Lassiter froze. "What the hell? Spencer just protected me? He's a civilian I should be protecting him." The detective thought. When his heart clenched at the sight of the young consultant twisting in agony on the floor he realized he was in love with the young psychic detective. "Drop the weapon and put your hands behind your head" Lassiter snapped furiously.
"You and what army? Do you really think you can take me on your own? Look at what I did to that psychic." She stated with a smirk sneering on the word psychic. Right on time the sound of sirens trilled through the air. While Caroline was momentarily distracted by the blaring sirens, Lassiter tackled her to the ground thankful that the cavalry had arrived.
"You are under arrest." The detective snarled as he forced the handcuffs onto the criminal.