Chapter 1
"Well, are there here yet?!" Shawn Spencer tapped his foot impatiently. The man behind the desk glanced angrily at him. "Stop whining and let me check!" The man working at the front desk, Johnson, was highly annoyed. Shawn had been bugging him for the last 2 hours. Something about his pregnant wife. He returned to the computer and clicked to Juliet Spencer's medical profile. Under her pregnancy section, it was tilted, unresponsive. He sighed, looking back to the worried Shawn's face.
"No, they are not here. Now go sit over there, he said, pointing to the bench, far away from me and WAIT." Shawn crossed his arms and trudged over to sit down. Now while he pouted, Johnson was going to get some work done.
Just then, the door buzzer want off and Carlton Lassiter walked in and pulled out his golden SPBD badge. So much for work time. "Carlton Lassiter, head detective for the Santa Barbara Police Department. I'm here to see my wife in room 24B, please direct me to that location."
"Hey! Lassie! Whats up?! You do know that this isn't a crime scene right? You don't have to do any of your fancy shmancy police talk."
"Spencer, of course, I should have known. What the hell are you doing here? Oh, Lassie, why do you always ask silly questions. I, am obviously sitting on this bench. He patted the bench. Now. What are you doing here?"
Oh, Spencer, why do you ask silly questions. He mocked him. I, am obviously standing here, waiting for you to LEAVE. With that he snached the paper copy of the hospital map out of Johnsons hands and walked down the hall. Remembering why he was here, Shawn scrambled after him.
Johnson glared at him. "Ahem, and where do you think your going?"
"With him." And before Johnson could say anything else, he sprinted down the hallway.