Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, or Leverage.
A/N: I know I used the name Martino in one of my other stories, but it's the last name of one of my Italian friends…and it's just cool. So I plan on using it as much as possible.
ALSO! This is during Season 1 of Leverage…and whatever season Psych you choose.
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Las Angeles, California. Leverage headquarters.
Nathan Ford, a bottle of scotch in one hand, and a remote control in the other. Staring at the television screens, he took a long swig from the brown liquid in his hand. He let out a sigh, as one of the woman from across the room, gave him a very curious look.
Sophie shifted in her seat, obviously uncomfortable. Though, she wouldn't be, if they hadn't been sitting for so long. She turned to look at Nate, who again, was drinking from his glass of hard liquor. She worried about his drinking, she always did. Though, no matter how much her, or anyone else tried, he just wouldn't stop.
"Would you find the house already!?" Nate shouted. Hardison, the man on the computer, whined and continued to type. Several maps, addresses; pictures of people, houses, cars..all zoomed across on Hardison's computer screen. The sound of Nate's impatient fingers rapping on the table, joined with the sound of Hardison's typing.
"Found it!" Hardison shouted as a picture of a large fancy beach house popped up on screen.
"There! That's where we need to go." Nate announced proudly. "Where is that exactly?"
A few clicks on the computer, and Hardison had the answer. "Santa Barbra."
"Santa Barbra?" Eliot asked. Hardison nodded. "No no no. I can't go to Santa Barbra."
Nate raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Eliot mumbled something, but it was totally incoherent to the rest of the group.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I have family…in Santa Barbra." Eliot sighed. Running a hand through his hair nervously, he heard Hardison giggle silently. "You think something's funny?"
Hardison was now completely laughing out loud. "I'm sorry man. But I'm just having a difficult time picturing your family."
"That is kinda silly to think about." Parker giggled, finally joining the conversation.
Eliot slammed his fists into the table. "Shut up! There's nothing wrong with my family."
"Then why don't you want to go?" Sophie asked.
Eliot sighed, running a hand through his hair again. "My uncle's an ex-cop."
"A cop?" Parker jumped.
"An EX-cop." Eliot stated angrily. "My cousin also lives there."
"Henry and Shawn Spencer. Father and son. Retired cop and Private Psychic Detective." Hardison said.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" Eliot asked.
"I just looked em up." Hardison said, pointing to the TV screens. Two pictures of Shawn and Henry were on the screen, along with newspaper clippings of Shawn. Most of which were about him solving cases.
"Psychic?" Parker laughed.
"He's a fake." Eliot said. "He tricks the police that he's psychic so he can solve cases. That way he gets paid."
"He sounds like a good conman to me." Nate said, taking another sip of his drink.
"Yes…" Eliot pinched between his eyes in frustration. "…but he's EXTREMELY annoying."
"Ok guys." Sophie spoke up. "Why does this matter? Let's just go to Santa Barbra already. I'm itching to get out on those beaches."
Every muttered in agreement, and left the table. Leaving Nate. Alone.
"Guys wait! We haven't even planned anything!... Guys!... GUYS!!"
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Santa Barbra, California. Psych Office.
"Oh come on Gus! I bet it's a really cool case. Like that one with the Grandmother serial killer. Or the one with midgets posing as children to smuggle weapons!"
"Shawn. That was from Family Guy. And it wasn't weapons, it was drugs. And no, I'm not going, I have too much work to do."
Shawn leaned back in his chair. He tossed a tennis ball up into the air. Whump. It hit the ceiling. Whump. It hit the ceiling again. Whump. Again. Whump. "Shawn! Will you knock it off?"
"Oh come on Gus! We need this case!"
"Then you can take it by yourself."
"Fine. Maybe I will." Shawn huffed.
"Fine."
"Alright, but I'm stopping for Jerk Chicken on the way there." Shawn said, grabbing his jacket.
"I hate you Shawn." Gus growled and grabbed his jacket.
"Atta boy Gusy."
-Santa Barbra Police Department.
"Shawn you lied to me." Gus growled. "We didn't get Jerk Chicken."
"We didn't? I could've sworn we did….hmm." Shawn shrugged, walking in the precinct with Gus at his side.
"Spencer!" Buzz McNabb greeted.
"Hey Buzz!" Shawn waved.
"Chief wants you in her office. Sounds important."
As Buzz walked passed, Shawn whispered into Gus' ear. "You see? This could be the biggest case of the year!"
"That's what you said about the last case Shawn. And it just turned out to be a stray cat eating those birds."
"I still think it was the neighbor." Shawn said, heading inside Chief Vick's office.
"Mr. Spencer. Mr. Guster." Vick said as Shawn and Gus entered the room. Lassiter and O'Hara were in the office as well. Lassiter looking as bored and irritated as ever, but Juliet seemed a little on edge.
"Hey Chief. Lassiter." Shawn smiled. "Jules."
"Mr. Spencer…" Vick continued. "We have a very special case for you."
"Well spill it chief!" Shawn said happily.
"Ok, well you both know who Quintin Martino is?" She asked.
"Yeah." Gus said. "He's that Italian mafia guy."
"Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in!" Shawn shouted.
"Pull you back into what, Mr. Spencer?" Vick asked, noticing that everyone else in the room was as equally confused as she was.
"Send Fredo off to do this! Send Fredo off to do that!" Still, everyone was confused. Then in a high girly voice, Shawn said. "It was an abortion Michael!" Still, no response from anyone. "I'll make him an offer he couldn't refuse." Again...no response. "The Godfather. Come on I used all three movies!"
"Spencer! This is no time for jokes." Lassiter murmured.
"Now boys I hope that-" Vick started, but was interrupted by the tone of Shawn's phone.
"What?" Shawn asked looking around the room. "Is that me? Oh, ha. Sorry. Excuse me." Shawn flipped open his phone and answered. "Hello?"
Shawn froze.
Gus was the only one who seemed to notice. Just as soon as he did, Shawn left the office, and headed into the precinct. Although, he had no privacy, everyone could still hear him.
"What do you want? ....... No. .......No, I'm not helping........ NO! ....... No, I have clean slate now, I'm not getting into this again with you....... What do you mean you have team? ....... "
Everyone in the office, hell, everyone in the precinct could not help but eavesdrop on Shawn's conversation.
"I don't care if you're my cousin, ok? ....... No, enough. I-....... Really? ....... That much? ....... Who are you going after this time anyway? ....... Oh god........ Listen, I'll have to call you back........ Bye."
When Shawn hung up his phone, every eye in the precinct was on him. "What?"
"Who was that?" Gus asked.
"No one. Just some family is coming to…" Shawn sighed. "…..visit."
The room was completely silent, everyone sensed something was wrong. Especially with Shawn, he was too quiet, and he couldn't stop staring at the floor. He was thinking about something. Hard. And usually when Shawn thinks this hard…it's about something bad.
"Hey guys. I have a massive headache. I'm gonna head home. You can brief Gus here, and he'll tell me later." Shawn said as he started out of the chief's office.
"Spencer, what exactly is going on?" Lassiter asked.
"Yeah Shawn you seem a little weirded out. Are you ok?" Juliet touched Shawn's shoulder.
"I told you Jules, I have a headache. Now if you don't mind, I'll be going."
Shawn left. Leaving everyone, utterly confused.