Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or characters. Also, I made up the license plate number. I don't remember what it said on the season finale. Sorry!
I was about to put the ring on Juliette's finger when some idiot jumped right in between our happy happiness and stole it. They stole my grandmother's ring that was supposed to be Jules'. Not only was I mad, but I felt hurt. Right as she was about to agree to marry the crap out of me, it happened.
"Don't make me press brake!" I shouted at Gus. We were in the stolen student driver car from our old high school. Every time we drove in it, we argued who got to drive. At this point, I didn't care so long as we get the ring back.
"Guys, just drive!" screamed Jules. She was obviously hurting too. In my speech, she was crying tears. I'm pretty sure they were happy. Yeah, they were probably happy because she gets to marry us. Well, mostly me but you know… Jules was sitting in the back, but she was leaning so far I thought she was going to fall forward. However, she could not because there is that weird bump thing in between the two front seats so she would have just fallen on that so… Anyway, back to what we were talking about. As we chased the guy I kept thinking about how much I wanted to kill him. I mean, let's be honest, if a random thief just stole your fiancées wedding ring, you'd be pretty upset too, right?
"Shawn, stop driving! I got this!' insisted Gus.
"Nah man, it's my ring! Well, its Jules' ring but I need to get that guy! So just let me drive the car!" I screamed angrily as I slammed my foot on the gas pedal. It didn't do much though, because the car couldn't go much faster being a student car and all. Up ahead, I spotted a black van, much like the one the guy got into. My "psychic" senses kicked in and I caught the license plate number. MKA 821. I stopped driving.
"Shawn, what are you doing?" Jules and Gus asked in almost perfect unison. I pulled out my phone and called Lassiter.
"Come on, pick up," I muttered. The phone rang a couple times. Right as I was about to give up, there was a voice.
"What do you want, Spencer," he asked me in that grumpy voice of his.
"Hey man, can you look up a license plate number for me?"
"Why?"
"Because I proposed to Jules and I was about to give her the ring when a dude in black came and stole it. I have his license plate number, now will you do it or not?" I shouted into the phone. I heard Lassie sigh.
"Fine, Spencer," there was a pause. "Did she say yes?"
"Dude, just look it up!" I paused. "Duh, of course she said yes. Ok, the number is MKA 821. Got it?"
"Yeah, I'll call you back."
"Thank you, Lassie!"
"Save it, Spencer." I smirked and hung up.
"Who was that?" asked Jules.
"It was Lassie. He's tracing the license plate on our ring thief," I explained.
"Oh," is all she said. All of a sudden there was a loud screech.
"What was that?" shouted Jules.
"Uh, Shawn?" muttered Gus.
"What?" I replied.
"Look ahead," he told me. I turned my head and saw the car. It was tipped over on its side.
I know, you know, that I'm not telling the truth
I know, you know, they just don't have any proof
Embrace the deception
Learn how to bend
Your worst inhibitions tend to psych you out in the end
Sirens wailed all around us. Jules was talking to a cop while Gus was breathing into a paper bag. The medical guys lifted a dude onto a stretcher. Then something crossed my mind.
"Hey, detective?" I asked walking up to someone who looked like a detective.
"What?" he replied annoyed.
"Did you by any chance find an engagement ring in the wreckage?"
""Malone! Did you find a ring?" he called to a confused looking police offer
"Um, I think so. Yeah, its right here," he said holding up a bag with my grandmother's ring n it.
"Sir, that was my grandmother's ring and now it belongs to my fiancée may I please have it back?" I pleaded pathetically.
"Who are you again?" he asked me.
"Pardon, my name is Shawn Spencer psychic detective and that's my partner the lean Mean Gumball Machine," I explained, pointing to Gus. Man, it felt so good to say that. Hopefully it would become something I did regularly. All of a sudden my phone rang.
"Excuse me," I said to the detective who shook his head. I obviously had annoyed him. This feels like déjà vu…
"Hello?' I answered.
"Spencer, its Lassiter. I got something on that number," Lassie told me into the phone.
"Talk to me brother." I could practically hear his eyes roll.
"We're looking at a Jonathon Blake. He has absolutely no criminal record as far as I can tell though recently was fired from his job as a security guard for unprofessionalism and tampering with company property."
"Huh," I replied. "Do you know where he works?"
"Yeah. A place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."
A/N: I couldn't resist that last part. It just happened. So yeah, this takes after the Psych series finale. Since didn't want it to end, I continued it!