Chapter 1.
It's storming in Santa Barbara, several patrols were ordered to move with caution around the area. They roamed down the streets with their lights flashing in case other vehicles could not see them through the blanket of rain. No one dared drive faster than 10 mph.
The whole city had gone dark during the storm because of the oldest red oak in California deciding to take a swan dive into the city's power grid. Not only did it cause the immediate power outage, but it also started a raging forest fire that any resident of the city could see as the orange glow flickered over the tree-line.
The sounds of the rushing fire engines and the squeals of their alarms filled the entire region and could be heard from any corner of Santa Barbara.
At the moment, Shawn Spencer and his oldest and blackest friend, Burton Guster, are trying to entertain themselves through the storm in the lonely psych office by the beach. From their perch in the office they could hear the angry crash of waves about 50 yards away as they clashed into the thin pier stretching out into the ocean. They could also almost feel the wind as it crashed into the side of the building, shaking the shingles on the roof as it whistled around the small frame of the psych business building.
Shawn sat crossed legged on top of his desk. Gus was in the same position across from him on his own desk. They each had a handful of simple playing cards.
Shawn playfully lets a grin slide across his face, "Alright, on three..."
At the same time the two of them count to three, then pull out a card, lick the back of it, and push it to their respective foreheads so it sticks.
Gus lets out a hearty laugh, "You think you're going to beat me with that?"
Shawn flashes him a toothy smile, "If you could see what I see, you wouldn't be boasting just yet."
"Oh, is that so?"
"It is so. It is so, so, so."
"Oh, it's on."
"It is on, like Donkey Kong." Shawn shifted his position to lean closer and more menacingly at his cocky friend.
Gus tried his best to match his arrogant partner's mocking sneer, "20," he said as he placed a handful of bingo chips down on the small table in front of them. "You gonna check it or fold it, Donkey Kong?"
Shawn looked at the stack of chips next to him, he narrowed his eyes at it carefully before grabbing an already counted out pile, and threw it into the center table. "I raise you to 40. You man enough to back it up?"
Gus looked over at his chips; it could be a classic Shawn move. Feign knowing he has the higher card, bluff it, and have him crumble under his over-confident stare. It already worked a few times before, but there was never a way to tell. He might as well try to call him out on it.
"You know it," he wasn't expecting his voice to waver in his throat as much at it had. He placed the extra 20 chips in the center, assuming he had called Shawn on his bluff.
After a tense few seconds, the two of them lifted their cards off their own foreheads and took a peek at them.
"You cheated!" Gus threw his card into the psychic's face; it unexpectedly stuck to his cheek. With a disgusted look, Shawn ripped the card off his face and let it fall to the ground.
"I did not!"
"You totally saw my card! Man, I should have known better. You always win; you know what you call someone who always wins?"
"Lucky?" Shawn sat up a little more, his grin widening.
"-A cheater. A dirty rotten cheater." Gus unhooked his coat from the hanger behind him, swiveled his legs off of the desk and marched through the doorway.
"Why do you hurt me?" Shawn put on a pouty face as he followed Gus out of the room and into the waiting area of the office.
As Gus opened his mouth to answer, a loud cracking sound could be heard. Suddenly it was followed by the sound of a large explosion that rippled through the ground and caused a glass vase to fall of its perch nearby the duo. It shook the house and the sheer force of the sound vibrated inside the two of their chests.
They glanced at each other, and then both darted to the front door at the same time, fighting to grab at the handle first. Gus elbowed Shawn in the stomach, causing Shawn to yelp out and move back, he rebutted with a quick slap to the back of his friend's head. Gus yanked the door open with a quick warning glance to Shawn, and then moved his vision over to the outside. Both of them almost immediately froze.
At first glance, a person would only see a giant husk of warping metal engulfed in flames, but it was that unmistakable boiling blue paint that identified the husk as a sentimental part of the private detective's lives.
"The blueberry," Shawn gasped out. The flames were unnaturally large for the amount of rain threatening them; the wind that blew against the burning echo encouraged the flames and almost kissed the extremely flammable bushes that decorated the psych parking lot. Gus let out a whimper, and let himself sink into the shock and fear.
"That's my car Shawn," he said, solemnly.
"I know buddy," Shawn placed a reassuring hand on the quivering shoulder, "I know."
"It's a company car Shawn. It has to be in peak condition." His voice wavered. "I'm going to cry Shawn."
"Yep," Shawn agreed softly, he could feel a familiar sting in his eyes as he watched the fire slowly succumb to the rain. When he glanced over to Gus, he couldn't tell if it was the rain or tears that were running down his face, and he was sure that Gus was silently thanking the rain for that.
~In between the lines there's a lot of obscurity
I m not inclined to resign to maturity
If it s all right, then you re all wrong
Why bounce around to the same damn song
You'd rather run when you can t crawl
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
I know, you know
I know, you know~
A/N: Welcome readers! I'm glad you're taking the time to read this.
I have no idea where this story is going; I make my stuff up as I go along.
If you're thinking of cool ways this story can go, I'll be glad to make it happen just send me a P/M with your ideas.
If you're having trouble coming up with ideas just think of these questions;
1.)How does the PD react to the storm and power outage?
2.)Was the death of the blueberry part of some evil plot or the result of the storm?
3.)What is the replacement vehicle for the blueberry?
4.)Was Shawn cheating?
5.)Who do our favorite psychic detectives go to first to tell what happened to the blueberry, Chief Vick, Juliet, Carlton, Woody, or Henry?
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