I was playing Clue with my eldest nephew, and then decided I wanted to base Psych off of it, so that's what I'll do. I know there was already an episode that payed tribute to it, but I was wanting to do something like that.. maybe not exact though. I don't own Psych or the game clue in any way, shape or form. See any new characters? They are probably mine; so I own OCs and that's it. But read and review anyways, please.

"You're invited to Scapegoat Mansion for a Christmas Party this friday night. Hope you can make it!"

That was the invitation left at the Psych office. It didn't even say who was hosting this party, just the location of it. Shawn was sitting at his desk looking over it for any clues as to who may have sent it, since it didn't even have a return address. He heard the door open and knew that was his partner and best friend Gus coming in to see if they had any cases yet. He dropped the letter on the desk, then logged into his computer.

Gus was standing in the doorway. "What was that?" He asked, pointing to the letter.

Shawn glanced at him. "Its an invitation to a Christmas Party on Friday," he said, then stood up and walked over to where Gus was standing. "It didn't mention anything about bringing anyone, but you're invited anyways," he raised his fist up.

Gus eagerly completely the fistbump. "So where is it?"

Shawn thought a moment. "Some place called Scapegoat Mansion," he answered. "I was going to look it up on the internet when you came in." He walked back over to his computer, then typed 'Scapegoat Mansion' in the search bar, before pressing enter. "This thing's so slow, how do you put up with it?" He asked, sounding a bit like he was whining.

Gus just rolled his eyes, then walked over to his own desk and sat down.

It took Friday a while to get there, but now the Echo was pulling up in front of the mansion. It looked huge from outside and looked as if it had a window in every bedroom, along with what looked like a porch that went all the way around the outside of the mansion. Shawn slowly got out of their car, admiring the landscape. He pointed to a pretty pink flower than lined up with the porch. "We need one of those for the office."

Gus followed his gaze, then gave his friend a stern look. "You mean a rose? There are plenty of them around the office if you'd only look every once in a while."

Shawn shrug. "I've heard it both ways." Without giving Gus a chance to answer, he climbed the four steps to the stairs, then pushed the button for the doorbell. It had a creepy sound, and now that he had a chance to think about it, this whole place was creepy.

The door squeaked open, which caused them both to slightly jump. "Here for the party?" The man asked, but didn't wait for an answer. He turned back into the house. "Follow me."

Shawn exchanged a glance with Gus, then followed the man inside.

Gus hung back a moment longer before following. Something about this didn't feel right, but then why didn't Shawn pick up on that? He was good at 'sensing' these things. He secretly sent a text to Juliet while he was on the porch, but now since he was inside, he was just waiting for her to get back to him.

Juliet was glancing threw a case file when her phone beeped which signaled a text message. She picked it up, then opened the new message. It was from Gus. "Hey Jules, Shawn and I went to this party at Scapegoat Mansion, but something doesn't feel right." She read the text again, then texted him back that they would be right there. She stood up, then walked over to her partner's desk. "Carlton, we may have a new case." She said, showing him the text message.

Lassiter silently read the text. "So now we're going to check it out based on a 'feeling' from Guster?" He stood up, then grabbed his jacket. "Alright then. Let's go crash a party."

Thunder crackled overhead as other people arrived to the party. When everyone was finally there, they were able to start. The host was a gentleman named Lucas Michaels, who had also invited his girlfriend, Gina Pepper, and also Callie Green, Charlie Thomas, and Mitch Carson.

After a couple of minutes of being there, the lights flickered and finally went off. There was a dull thud, but nobody thought anything of it, until the lights came back on. Lucas Michaels was laying on the floor, his head had a bump on it and he was bleeding.

Gus just stared at the body as Gina collapsed beside her boyfriend's body crying hard. He fought the urge to run away screaming, but then decided to get a look at the other guests. They all were looking around nervously, as if they expected the killer to come back for them too.

He decided to glance over to where Shawn was standing. The first thing he noticed was the blood splattered on his shirt. He decided to walk over to him. "Shawn?" He asked softly. "I think we should probably talk."

Shawn nodded. "Your right." Then he walked towards the corner of the room where no one else was.

Gus followed him. "I texted Juliet earlier because something didn't feel right, that was after you had already come in." He confessed. "She said they would be right here." He paused for a moment to think. "What happened to you anyways?"

Shawn glanced at him in confusion. "What?"

"I'm talking about the blood on your shirt.. where did it come from?"

Shawn shrug. "I'm not sure."

Then the door slammed open since Lassiter probably kicked it open, then he walked in with Juliet behind him; but both stopped in the doorway when they saw the body laying on the floor. "What happened here? Spencer? Guster? Either of you knuckleheads care to explain?"

Gus glanced at Shawn, who just seemed to be staring at the floor, then back towards the detectives. "I don't know. We got invited here, then after everyone showed up then the lights went off and when they came back on he was dead." He answered, glancing back at Shawn.

Shawn glanced at the body looking for something suspicious on it. Suspects always left a calling card on a victim, well maybe not always but most times. He put a finger to his head then closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Did anything suspicious happen when they had first got here, or from the time they arrived.

He had talked to Callie when she had arrived. "I use to date Lucas, but then he left me for Gina," she said.

Gina had walked over at that moment to join them. "Yah, but.. Lucas won't stop talking about you."

So Gina and Callie both loved Lucas, so they wouldn't have killed him, at least he didn't think so anyways.. unless it was out of jealousy. He glanced towards the other suspects; Charlie and Mitch.

Charlie was chewing on a toothpick and Mitch was just glancing around as if looking for something, or someone.

Juliet glanced at him when he hadn't said anything. "Shawn?" She asked. "You getting something?"

Shawn didn't answer her, at least not right away anyways. What was it that Charlie and Mitch said about him?

Charlie was chewing on his toothpick. "I have been friends with Lucas for about 10 years now until he started seeing my sister, then I started to resent him. Until a couple of months ago when he reached out to me. He wanted to make amends for what had happened between us and he wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend, Gina. Then he also introduced me to Callie and said that he could set us up on a date if we wanted him too."

Mitch was standing nearby, chatting with Callie, then glanced over towards them; then glanced over at Lucas and Gina. "Don't they make such a cute couple? Hey, Charlie, you may and Callie may make a nice couple too if you two would just try to date."

But unbeknownst to anyone, Callie had shot Mitch a death glare.

Shawn snapped open his eyes, then dropped his hand to his side; he shook himself out of his daze, then glanced at Juliet and Lassiter for the first time since they got there. "Jules! Lassie! Your here!"

Juliet walked over to him. "Do you know who may have wanted Lucas dead?"

Shawn glanced at the four suspects. "They all had a reason to want him dead," he said with a shrug. "Let's review. Lucas was dating Gina, but Callie didn't like that. And Gina didn't like the fact that Lucas only talked about Callie. While, Charlie was mad at Lucas for something that happened 10 years ago, and Mitch.." he paused. "Actually I haven't found anything that would make Mitch a suspect."

She looked impressed. "Wow. Now, we have to question at least three people." She glanced over at her partner, who just gave a slight nod in return.

While they were questioning their witnesses, Shawn had decided to just walk around the mansion and look around for any clues. He paused at the desk that was in one of the rooms.

The door closed silently behind him. The figure was holding a small desk lamp in their hands as they crept towards him. Shawn turned around in time to catch the figure's hand as they swung the lamp at him. The figure was able to knock him over the desk, then walked around to where he was laying. "You know too much," they rose the lamp, then swung it again.

Before the person could hit him in the head with the lamp, Shawn quickly reacted by kicking them away. Then he sprang to his feet, backing up. "Maybe we could talk about this? You killed Lucas and I know why!" He backed into the wall, then glanced around for a quick escape. He hoped that the others would walk in just then and catch this person, but there was no such luck. He glanced back at the person.

The figure held the desk lamp up, then hit him in the side of the head as hard as they could. They dropped the lamp beside him. "Good-bye, psychic." They said, then disappeared out of the room.

I will stop right here for now, but keep a look out for chappie two, in which I will work on after I get this one posted. I have been playing the Clue board game today, so sue me if there is any resemblance. Anyways, please follow, favorite, comment or all three preferably. Toodles!

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