Okay guys I'm really sorry if I don't update often, it's the end of the school year and it's really busy! Please RXR flamers are not welcome!
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He was panicking, no panicking wasn't the right word. No it was more like a nervous breakdown. How could he choose?! They were both just too good. Shawn looked up at Gus who asked the question again:
"Snickers or Twix?"
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Danny sat there in his hotel room flipping channels absentmindedly when the news of all things caught his attention. There stood the usually perky news reporter with a grim look on her face. She was standing near the police caution tape and saying something about the Wasp striking again. Danny frowned, the Wasp? He turned the volume up louder.
"It is unfortunate to say that the serial killer, the Wasp, has struck again…"
Oh serial killer, not a real wasp.
"…the victim's name was Molly Street, a wedding planner working here in Santa Barbra. She has no connection with any of the other two victims so far."
Danny changed the channel , but not before the camera zoomed in on the body revealing burn marks and green goo.
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The phone in the Psych office rang, Shawn was saved by the bell. Gus reached over and picked up the phone, listened for a minute, said a quick "yes" and then "we'll be right there", and then hung up.
"I'm sensing that we have a case."
Moments later the two were in the Blueberry, on the way to the crime scene.
Gus eyed the body warily and looked like he was going to be sick, Shawn just rolled his eyes and sauntered over to an angry, squirrel hating, detective by the name of Carlton Lassiter. Upon seeing Shawn it was Lassiter's turn to look like he was going to be sick.
"Ugh, Spencer what are you doing here?"
"Well I was just sitting in the office when suddenly I had a vision of you needing me to help you with a case and…"
Shawn trailed off as Gus interrupted.
"We got a call."
"Man! Why do you have to take the fun out of everything?!"
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Danny's eyes widened and he sat up and ran his fingers through his jet black hair. This cannot be happening! God, why can't ghosts just take a break? He got up from the bed, walked over the couch, shook Tuck awake, and headed across the hall to Sam's room.
Danny glanced over at Tucker, who was still groggy, and rolled his eyes. He pounded on Sam's door, and when she didn't answer immediately he tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. He was just about to knock again when she answered.
"What?"
He was just about to answer when his mouth involuntarily opened and a blue wisp escaped from it. Sam dropped her head into her hands and groaned.
"Why here?! Can't ghosts just take a break?"
"I wasn't going to come over here just to show you that my ghost sense went off, you know I can't control it." Danny said defensively.
Sam just rolled her eyes.
"I'll get the thermos."
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What did you think? Sorry that the chapters are so short! There is more to come. Please excuse poor spelling/grammar! And for you Sisters Grimm fans I'm writing a fanfic on that too! Again, please RXR flamers are not welcome!