I'm going to find him dad, I'll do whatever it takes to stop him.
Of course, when he had said this by his father's bedside, he truly meant "whatever it takes." But, because Shawn Spencer isn't really psychic, he had no idea what lay ahead.
It had been two months, two agonizing months since that bastard had shot his father. Two months for Shawn to think of ways to kill the man that put his father in a coma. He hadn't slept in bed in weeks, only in a hard cushioned chair by his father. Hoping, praying that the elder Spencer would wake up. Finally, after late nights and cheap take-out they found a lead.
The crew sat around Shawn's kitchen table-it was his turn tonight- surrounded by pineapple smoothies and pizza boxes. All four hunched over a file, hunting for the final member of the bad cop trio. "Guys! I think I found something!" Juliet O'Hara said as she quickly shot up from her chair next to Shawn.
"What is it Jules?" Shawn asked, hope filling his blue eyes.
"Our bastard has this old high school friend who lives on a farm in Kansas, perfect place to hide out."
"What makes you think he would stay in the country?" Lassiter questioned with his usual stern voice.
"'Well, it make senses, he knew we would be looking out of country, so he thought we wouldn't look in the U.S." Gus piped in. With rolling eyes Lassie pulled out his phone.
"MCNAB!" Lassie barked into the phone. (Hehe, barked! Don't worry I didn't forget good old Mcnab.) The others heard murmuring as the younger officer on the end accepted another task from the detective. "Mcnab, I need you to run the name Tony Snow, oh and book us plane tickets to Atchison, Kansas." Lassiter went silent for a second to let Mcnab answer, "I don't care, just do it!"
"We're finally gonna get him," Shawn whispered "Finally, he'll pay."
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"It's so flat and boring here." Shawn said half-cheerfully, almost like his old self.
"I know, who would want to live here?" Gus asked as he was looking at the boring scenery.
"Here's the farm," Lassie interrupted the two friends as he parked the car in front of the farm house. "Guster, you're with me, O'Hara and Spencer take the back" he continued throwing them protective vests.
"Do you think he's here?" Shawn asked. Fearing they would never find the ex-cop.
"I don't know where he is, I just know we're going to find him." Juliet assured him while pulling out her gun. Shawn just nodded, lost in his thoughts. "On three," she said as she positioned next to the door. "One…Two… Three!" Juliet whispered as the door flew open. Shawn could make out a figure standing to his left. He was about to yell that he was there, but his thoughts were interrupted when the man knocked the gun out of Jules hand and spin her around into his rough hands.
"Jules!" Shawn screamed.
Hey, how was that? Sorry about the Kansas part, that's where I live. How's the snow? Anyway- tell me if you liked it, and feel free to tell me if you see any typos! I'll post maybe tomorrow, I have a snow day, but I might be outside. OMFG! 1 day guys! Season seven is tomorrow! Can't wait! Discloser: I don't own Psych or the characters, just the story! See you guys tomorrow!