The Tales of the Almost White Ninjas

by Meadowcreek

Shawn and Gus, mainly Shawn, are dying to investigate a case, but Carlton is hellbent on keeping them as far away as possible. Can they secretly investigate without Lassie sniffing them out? Or will Shawn find himself stuck in another sticky situation? NOT SLASH. I DO NOT OWN PSYCH.

1. Bad day

"Oh, come on Lassie!" Shawn Spencer pleaded as he trailed behind the detective. "Let me and Gus work on the case! I am, after all, a psychic," he rose his hand to his temple, only to flinch and drop it immediately as Lassiter whirled around thoroughly irritated with the young 'psychic'.

"Shawn, I have a gun, and your tempting me to unload it!" he threatened.

"I'll take my chances!" Lassie rolled his eyes, heaved a sigh and continued to stalk toward his car.

"Listen, Lassie, I could have so much on this case in the first-"

"Oh, no!" Lassiter looked around with mock alarm. "I cant here a word your saying. It appears you have triggered my Dumbass alarm and it wont stop-" he paused as he climbed into his car and slammed the door "until I get as far way from you as possible." With that he gunned the car and screeched out of the parking lot with Shawn running after his car. "Lassie! CARLTON!" Shawn rarely called him by his first name, but when he did it meant he was pissed. "Dammit!" he swung around and punched at the thing closest to him, a blue car, which then proceeded to screech its alarm. Today was not Mr. Spencer's day.