Justice Isn't Always Sweet

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, which is quite unfortunate, if you ask me.

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy this! It's my first Psych fanfiction, so I hope it's okay.

Chapter One: Your Mother Would be Ashamed

Shawn eagerly unbuckled his seatbelt and practically flew out of the door of Gus's blueberry. "Come on Gus! I have a good feeling about this case!"

"That it would be easy to solve? That would be ideal." Gus said, exiting the vehicle much more calmly then Shawn had done.

"No! I can sense it will be exciting!" He said, a hand flying to his head.

"You know I know you aren't Psychic, right Shawn?" Gus shook his head disapprovingly.

"I don't need to be Psychic to sense that this is going to be a good one! I could hear it in the Chief's voice. Now come on," Shawn threw open the doors of the Santa Barbara Police department and entered excitedly, with Gus following shortly behind.

"Jules!" Shawn cried cheerfully as he approached the blond detective's desk. Hardly anyone paid attention to this loud entrance, they were used to it by now.

Jules didn't look amused as she looked up at Shawn and shook her head, a frown on her face. "Shawn, the Chief wants you in her office. Come on." She got to her feet and led Gus and Shawn into the Chief's office where Lassiter was already standing.

"Why the long faces, everyone?"

"Mr. Spencer, please." The Chief said, holding up a hand to silence him. She frowned seriously before continuing, "Yesterday, a man name Grant King escaped from prison. He's a thief, and a dangerous one. If someone gets in his way he doesn't hesitate to hurt them. He was in prison two years almost to the day before he escaped yesterday. He's very violent, and we believe was made more so by his time in prison. Not to mention, he's one of the best thieves in Santa Barbara, and we need to catch him."

"I have a question," Shawn said, raising his hand into the air, "Why say 'not to mention' if you plan on mentioning it anyway?"

Nobody warranted the question with an answer, so Shawn lowered his hand and studied the serious faces of the people surrounding him, "We can help you catch this guy, no problem." He said, trying to keep his voice light to ease the mood. But something about the tension on the faces of the people around him made his confidence fade slightly.

"Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster, Detective O'Hara will fill you in on the rest." the Chief said, waving a hand in the air to signal them to leave, letting out a sigh as if to release stress.

Shawn and Gus followed Juliet out of the Chief's office, they were barely out the door when Shawn burst out, "Jules! What was that about? Lassie hasn't insulted me once since I came through the door and I think-"

"Shawn! King is dangerous, that's the bottom line, and if we don't catch him...Who knows what he'll do?" Juliet interrupted, sounding rather annoyed.

Sounding a little more serious then Shawn, Gus asked slowly, "Juliet, Chief Vick said that you would fill us in on the rest...?"

"Two years ago, Carlton let me take lead on what seemed a simple case of a few small burglaries. But it just escalated from there, the house robberies turned into department store burglaries and those turned into museum robberies until it was obvious this was no amateur thief. Every case was connected and, eventually, we managed to trace it all back to King and his buddy James Daniels. We found their hideout, but when they knew they were going to be caught they wanted to go down fighting. Daniels was killed in the crossfire, and King decided to cut his losses and come with us. I cuffed him and brought him in myself. Millions of dollars worth of art was recovered. And yet somehow, yesterday, he escaped."

Shawn and Gus were both silent for a time, before Shawn asked hesitantly, "So, when you say this guy is dangerous... You mean he is strong and mean, but overall not too bad, right?"

"When we say King is dangerous... We refer to the fifty officers who died trying to bring in two men." Jules replied gravely, her face pale.

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Shawn and Gus sat in the Psych office thinking over the case they had been given. Shawn sat with his feet up on his desk tossing a baseball into the air and catching it over and over again.

"Man, did you Jules? She looked...I don't know. Kind of scared." Shawn told Gus, though he was mostly just thinking out loud.

"I would be too! Those guys hold grudges, Shawn!" Gus shook his head, and looked down at the file they had been given by the police department. It was full of information that might help them with the case.

"Poor guy's mother must be so ashamed of him!" Shawn commented, with a small laugh. Suddenly however, he sat up straight, taking his feet from his desk. "What's it say about his mom on there, Gus?"

Gus seemed about to comment on how Shawn should read it himself, but changed his mind and turned the page on the file. "She lives in Santa Barbara, just a couple miles away. She's 63."

"Sweet. Let's go." He jumped to his feet, and he and Gus hurried outside.

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Before long, Shawn and Gus were sitting on Mrs. King's couch eating a plate of cookies and drinking two glasses of milk.

"Now, boys, what did you want to know? I've seen you on the news plenty of times!" Mrs. King said in a cheery voice.

"Could you tell us anything about your son?" Shawn said, through a mouthful of cookie.

"I heard Grant escaped from prison yesterday, but I haven't heard from him. Dear boy, never wanted me to get caught up in his nonsense."

"If you can call killing fifty officers nonsense..." Gus said almost inaudibly.

"You have no idea where he might be?" Shawn asked, hoping she'd tell them something useful.

"I'm afraid not." Mrs. King said, frowning slightly. Then she smiled again, "But I'm sure he'll make an appearance one of these days! He was always too prideful to be secretive, that dear, dear Grant!"

Shawn and Gus exchanged looks of disbelief at her adoring tone, but thankfully were saved from making any sort of reply by the ringing of Shawn's cell phone.

"Lassie, what's up?" Shawn asked, eager to hear whatever news the detective was delivering.

Gus gave Shawn a questioning look, but the fake psychic gave no explanation.

"We're on our way." Shawn hung up the phone and looked from Gus to Mrs. King, "He's 'made his appearance'" Shawn said, using air quotes, but the look on his face was unusually serious.

Author's Note: Well, this is my first Psych fanfiction. So please be gentle! But I would love it if you guys would review and tell me what you think. I love constructive criticism! Were people out of character? Please let me know! If I get lots of reviews I'll be encouraged to update soon!