A/N: Hola, fellow Psych fans! I'm am ze Q*bert, but you can call me...
...Q*bert. Call me Q*bert.
This is just a little one-shot I came up with today. Hope you enjoy!
*End Authors Note.*
Crunch.
"Hush!" Juliet shushed Shawn Spencer's crunching on his favorite treat, pineapple cubes. "He's about to break the record!"
Juliet, Shawn, Gus, and a few police officers were gathered around the interrogation room window watching head detective Carlton Lassiter -also known as "Lassie" to Shawn- do-well, stare at the suspect, waiting for the suspect to give in and spill the beans about the case they were investigating.
"I don't see anything of significance here," Shawn remarked between bites. "He's just looking at the suspect! And you just expect the suspect to-"
It was just then that the suspect started talking, and everyone started clapping. Lassiter turned around and, even though he couldn't see them from inside, grinned. Which was not a common sight for Shawn-mostly because Shawn annoyed the crap out of him.
Juliet looked at her watch, smiling. "He broke the record by two seconds!" She stated happily.
Shawn made his eyes into slits. "I still don't see the greatness in all that," the cocky so-called "psychic" said. "I could do that any day!"
"Oh, really?" Suddenly, Lassiter was beside Shawn. The interrogation with the suspect was over.
Shawn looked into the eyes of the older and taller man and responded. "Yup!" Shawn responded in his enthusiastic, childish way.
"Okay, then," the detective answered. "I challenge you to a staring contest."
Shawn laughed a little. "Staring contest? Seriously?"
From the look Lassiter gave him, Shawn figured out that Lassiter was completely serious. "Challenge accepted," Shawn said, cracking his knuckles.
Lassiter followed suit by cracking his knuckles. "One, two, three, go!"
Intense silence followed as Shawn and Lassiter stared each other down, never blinking. Shawn had to admit; Lassiter was good, but Shawn didn't give up without a fight.
Seconds turned into minutes as the two stared at each other, occasionally making faces at each other. Eventually, Chief Karen Vick showed up. "And just what are you to doing?" She demanded, hands on her hips.
Shawn held his index finger up, a sure sign to wait. "Hang on a second, Chief. It is very important that I focus."
The Chief gave Shawn a surprised look. "Excuse me? We have a case to work on. A case that is more important then your little staring contest."
"Already solved it," Shawn responded, never taking his eyes away from Lassiter.
"You-what?" Lassiter asked, blinking in surprise.
"You blinked!" Shawn exclaimed in victory, pushing a pineapple cube into his mouth.
Lassiter's mouth opened and closed like a fish. "I-you-Spencer!" He stuttered.
"What?" Shawn asked innocently. "It was the daughter. Her alibi wasn't sound, and I found a small, but barely noticeable bloodstain on her carpet. She couldn't keep the body there so she threw it in the river. Case solved."
Lassiter growled in frustration and stormed off, and Shawn smiled, taking another bite of a pineapple cube. He loved winning.
A/N: I liked writing this! I hope you enjoyed! Drop me a line, maybe?