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The Santa Barbra Police Department was exhausted.
Scratch that, they were dead on their feet and sick to their stomachs.
Unfortunately for Santa Barbra, Mr. Yin was back with a vengeance.
Multiple victims, different weapons, but all of them had two things that told detectives who was behind all these gruesome homicides.
A small, Yin-Yang symbol on their forearms, and different notes attached to their bodies.
"Let the fun begin, psychic. Wanna play a game?"
Shawn Spencer slumped forward with his head in his hands, reviewing the crime scene, yet again.
"I can't"
Juliet only shook her head.
"We don't have a choice Shawn."
Raising an eyebrow at the blonde detective, the pseudo psychic shook his head even more vigorously.
"We? No Juliet, just me, I c- I just can't let you get hurt again. Just me Jules, please."
Flinching at the crack in his last syllable, Juliet stood up and glared at the 80s lover.
"Listen Spencer, you told me once that Yin went after you too. The same goes for me, if you get killed, or dangled from a clock towe-" Shawn flinched at the memory.
"Just, don't, okay? We're doing this, together." the junior detective's voice softened as she recognized the pain in Shawn's eyes.
"Okay Jules, together."
Carlton Lassiter did not take bullshit.
Therefore, he was pretty damn pissed when a psycho serial killer decided to kidnap the SBPD's resident psychic.
Only because it left his partner devastated of course.
All clues appeared to be dead ends, all taped tampered, all fingerprints gloved.
Yang, Yin's counterpart was at least somewhat orderly.
Yin was insanity.
And that made Lassiter even more furious.
Now, Lassiter was proud to say he took down the son of a bitch himself, and grudgingly admitted that Guster had some part in the ass kicking.
Buzz and Juliet found Shawn, alive, but cuffed to a bed frame.
"Hey Jules, Buzz, mind helping me out here? These things look better on Leo DiCaprio in that one movi-"
His feeble joke was cut off by Juliet launching herself toward the pineapple obsessor, Buzz standing awkwardly in the doorway of course.
"Jules, I can't hug you if I'm wearing handcuffs!"
And everything was normal again.
Chapter End Notes:
Damn... what's an 80s movie with a guy in handcuffs? I went with Titanic, but that's 90s and all...
Anywhos! You like? Did I write Lassie okay? You gotta let Gus kick some serial killer ass, of course.
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