I got into Psych over the summer. I am now a proud Psych-o. First Psych fanfic, please have mercy. And of course, I do not own Psych. as much as I wish I did.
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It was an unusually quiet day in Santa Barbara. Actually, it was an unusually quiet week. Not much crime, not much vandalism. Gus even had enough time to keep up with his pharmaceutical route. Juliet was at the Psych office. Again. Gus merely stood in a corner, rolling his eyes, as Shawn leaned in for another kiss.
Juliet's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and then answered.
"Carlton, what's going on?"
Shawn moved closer, trying desperately to listen in on the conversation.
"Accident at the local theatre. The owner, Drake Remoray, is dead. We've closed off the theatre for now, but all signs seem to point to an accident. Still be best to check it out though" Lassiter said. Shawn looked at Gus and smirked.
"Sure. I'll be down there in ten minutes tops" Juliet said. There was noise on the other side of the phone. "Carlton, no matter what I say or do, you know they'll find a way to the crime scene anyways."
The theatre was like any old theatre. There was a huge stage with a high ceiling. Rows and rows of seats and balconies. One of them had the railing snapped in two and below that balcony was an old, overweight man. Drake Remoray.
Off to the side, a blonde woman with green eyes and a terrified look on her face was being interrogated by Buzz McNabb.
Carlton Lassiter met up with Juliet O'Hara and started to debrief her.
"It looks like an accident. Drake Remoray was reported to be on the balcony, reviewing the stage set up. He leaned on the railing and it snapped. Drake fell over and died from the fall" he said.
"Who's the blonde chick?" Shawn asked. Juliet shot him a glare. "I mean… blonde girl. That is completely unattractive. Just… blonde…" Lassiter sighed.
"Tiffany Lestrange. She called to report the dead body" Lassiter said.
"Is it at all possible that she pushed him over the railing?" Shawn asked.
"We've already interviewed her. We're just getting her statement. She said she was standing at the stage and was talking to Drake Remoray. He leaned on the railing and he fell to his death."
"Is it at all possible that she is lying?" Shawn asked. Juliet, Gus and Lassiter stared at him.
"What makes you so sure he was murdered?"
Up in the balcony booth. Papers, on the floor. Lamp, fallen over. Broken railing holds the smallest piece of fabric, probably from the dead man's jacket. And there, on the wall. Just barely noticeable, but there nonetheless, another piece of fabric. Looking very familiar to the one on the railing.
"I have a psychic hunch!" Shawn said, putting his hands to his head. "there was a confrontation in that booth. A little fighting, a last push and BOOM, the dead guy's dead" Shawn said.
"We already dusted for prints. No one was in that booth except for Remoray" Lassiter said.
"So you think this woman could have over powered him?" Juliet asked, staring at the blonde women in interrogation. Shawn followed her gaze.
Red eyes. Tear stains on her cheeks. She had been crying for a while. Trembling lip, a stutter. She's shaken up. Left, index finger, the nail is bitten, but the rest of her fingers are fine. She is not pretending.
"No. Not the woman. Someone else" Shawn said.
"Look, Spencer, in the end, your theories don't even matter. You're not on the case. I am" Lassiter said. Shawn took a step towards Lassiter and smirked.
"Oh, for the moment, yes. But in one word, ONE WORD, I will take over. I will be on the case. I will solve this case. And do you want to know what that one word is?"
"Surprise me" Lassiter said. Shawn narrowed his eyes and held eye contact with Lassiter for a while before finally he turned around and yelled out "DAD!"
"Fine fine! You're on the case!" Henry Spencer said.
Shawn looked back at Lassiter, triumphantly. But to his extreme disappointment, Lassiter was smiling.
"Thank God. This case is a no brainer. Go ahead and take over. I have more important cases to work on" Lassiter said, handing him the file. Shawn stared after him, confused.
"Did he just trick me?" he asked.
"O'Hara!" Lassiter called out.
"It seems like it" Juliet said. She kissed Shawn on the lips, and followed her partner out of the theatre. Shawn looked at Gus dumbfounded.
"I guess this means they won't be showing their play this weekend…" Gus said quietly.
"What?" Shawn asked, more confused.
"Their play. They do plays every couple months."
"And you have tickets to these plays?"
"They're classics, Shawn!"
"Right" Shawn said, shaking off the incident. "Gus. Tell me everything you know about this theatre."
"This theatre is old. Very old. Drake Ramoray inherited it from his parents. He liked to keep the tradition of doing plays every couple months but soon they started losing business. Less and less people were interested in coming to the theatre."
"But you remained loyal" Shawn joked. Gus ignored his comment.
"I think Ramoray was broke. They were shutting down the theatre. This was the last play."
"Well… I don't see much motive there…"
"Face it, Shawn. We're dealing with an accident."
"No we're not! This man was murdered!" Shawn said a little too loudly. Everyone there turned and looked at him. Including the blonde.
"Why are you so convinced about that?" Gus asked. Then realization spread across his face. "Are you short on cash? You know that if you need money you can come to me, right? There's no point in falsely accusing someone."
"I am not short on cash. This man was murdered" Shawn spit through his teeth.
"Whatever. I have a route to do. Let me know how this case works out for you." And with that, Gus took off. Shawn watched his partner walk out the doors. He walked to his dad.
"You believe this man was murdered , right?" he asked quietly. Henry sighed.
"It looks like an honest accident, Shawn. There are no fingerprints in the booth. He died because of the fall and there are no signs of any assault on Ramoray."
"Then why did you give me this case?"
"You seem short on money" Henry said, and then walked away.
The blonde woman approached Shawn. She held out her hand.
"Tiffany" she said.
"Yeah I know" Shawn said, not even taking her hand. She reluctantly put it down.
"I don't know if you want to ask any questions or not… but I gave in my statement. If it will help prove this was all an accident…" she said. Shawn stared at her, absolutely speechless. Tiffany smiled and then left.
Was Shaw really the only person who believed this man was murdered?