Ok so I have read many a story were Shawn is beat up, stabbed, shot and just plain has the crap kicked outta him. So here is mine with a twist of supernatural in it.
This will take place after Yang 3 in 2D and before Shawn Rescues in Darth Vader
Disclaimer: You really think I own Psych? If I did then there would be more blood and pain (insert evil laugh)
Four days….four of the longest days of my life Paisley has been missing. Four days since I have had more than a couple hours of sleep, ate anything except when it hurt, or even really bothered to shower.
Four days ago a thirteen year old girl, Paisley Raines, went missing and by the amount of blood left on the scene she was presumed dead. Shawn would have been called in on this case immediately but it wasn't needed, he arrived at the crime scene before the police did. It was later found out he was the first person the parents called because Shawn went to high school with the teen's father and they had kept in touch over the years.
Since that call Shawn had been in overdrive follow every trail he thought would bring any information to him but they all fell cold. He once again went over the pictures of the crime scene.
The crime scene was horrific and not just because of the blood but you could almost see how hard the girl fought. Furniture was overturned, the TV was smashed, there was a few head shaped holes in the walls, but the most disturbing part of the crime scene was a lonely pair of ripped panties on the bed.
There has to be something here, anything, come on the clues are right before you Shawn.
This had been the mantra in Shawn's head for almost three days, since his last trail fell cold. Shawn felt useless he felt like he had failed and it wasn't like other cases he had done; he could hear her voice and see her smile. Shawn was starting to drift off when he had a thought….
Wait! That's it I know who has her. Where's my phone…Ah ha!
"Come on Jules pick up, pick up, pick up!"
"Shawn! I was just about to call you we have a suspect in the Raines case. We are about to bring in the neighbor for questioning. We need you to come over to the police station and try to get a read on this guy."
"Jules it's not the neighbor. I know he is new to the street but it is not him it was the movers or really one of the movers. I know where he is right now we need to go get him and make him tell us where Paisley is NOW!"
Juliet almost dropped the phone at the last word she had never heard Shawn this way he was frantic, angry, and scared all at the same time. Before she could object Shawn was telling her about his new suspect.
"He will be at the company he works for. His name is Chris I am not sure of the last name but he is the guy Jules, I just know it and I am going to confront him right now."
Without another word Shawn hung up, grabbed his helmet and keys and jumped on his bike. As he sped off a pair of very angry gray eyes watched his departure…
He is NOT putting Chris in jail if I have anything to say about it.
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Shawn was almost to the moving company when he noticed a SUV cutting through traffic very quickly behind him.
Wow! That guy is just psycho he is going to get someone killed…
Just as Shawn thought this the SUV rammed the car that was directly behind the Norton which in turn caused car to run upon the back wheel of the bike. The motorcycle swerved and Shawn tried desperately to get back under control but it was no use. The bike slammed painfully down on the asphalt dragging Shawn on his right side for a good fifty feet before it came to a stop.
Shawn was only vaguely aware of the sound of car doors and someone screaming for help. He knew he couldn't stay here and wait for the ambulance (which he did not need BTW). Shawn groaned as he scooted from under the bike and tried to pick his beloved Norton off its side.
"Hey, hey mister you need to lie down, you have just been in an accident and we need to call for help." One of the bystanders was pleading to him.
"No, No I am fine, really. I know how to take a fall I am a little banged up but I will be fine. I just need help getting my bike back on its wheels."
"Ok dude I will help but you should know your leg is bleeding pretty badly."
Shawn looked down at his right leg and sure enough the jeans he was wearing were ripped away below the knee and any exposed flesh looked like it had a sanding belt taken to it and then someone rubbed gravel and glass into it. He groaned again knowing if he arrived at the moving company looking like this Juliet would be so worried she would insist driving him to the hospital before he had an opportunity to question the scumbag.
The bystander (Shawn learned it was the driver of the car that accidently hit him) and Shawn were able to get the Norton into the right position but before the driver of the car could say anything Shawn jumped onto it and sped off saying…
"Sorry about your car but I have some very important business. Go to the SBPD and ask for Detective Lassiter he will know how to reach me."
Shawn's apartment was on his way so he stopped for about three minutes to wrap his leg and put a fresh pair of jeans on. That will do for now. I will get it checked out after we get Paisley back.
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Shawn arrived shortly after Lassiter and Juliet did at the moving company's address.
"Spencer, what in the hell are you thinking the neighbor it a perfect suspect. Single guy, new to the neighborhood, loner, and he had all sorts of arcade games in his basement probably to bait kids."
"Yeah Shawn the neighbor is perfect and this guy Chris is a family man, he has a wife and two kids. He works two jobs and is a very active participant in the PTA. The only reason we came is so you wouldn't cause any problems!"
Before Shawn could get any words out he was cut off but the voice of a very pissed off Chief Vick.
"Mr. Spencer you CANNOT go and blame every person that was even remotely close to the Raines home that day. How many leads did you place us on that ran cold delaying the rescue of this girl?"
"Chief—"
"Shut up Spencer, this is what you do lead us on and delay us just so you can "divine" who the suspect is and take all the credit."
Normally Shawn would have been able to take these insults but as the words were spat at him his headache had been increasing exponentially. He also noticed that some uniformed officers had shown up and were nodding at Lassiter's words. All I am trying to do is help, can't they see that?
"Yeah Shawn, we have the guy but every minute we are here following your lead that little girl could be dying."
Something in Shawn snapped at those last words were uttered by his girlfriend.
"OK THAT IS IT! I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE!(his signaled with holding his hand under his chin) WITH YOUR ACCUSATIONS!"
Juliet snapped her mouth shut and both the Chief and Lassiter jaws dropped at Shawn's words. They have never seen him this angry before, it was just scary to see his hazel eyes go dark that quick.
"I AM JUST TRYING TO HELP!" he took a deep breathe to calm down. "Yeah the family called me first because Chris knows me but did you ever think that I know Paisley?"
All three just stood there dumbfounded listening to the venom in his words.
"Well I do and not only do I know her but she is just like family, in fact she is family because I am her godfather. You heard that right Shawn Spencer resident screw up is a godfather. I love that girl like she is my own I have watched her grow up over the last five years into a beautiful young lady and you say I am trying to delay the capture of the monster who took her for the credit? All of you really must not know a damn thing about me!"
Everyone within a fifty foot radius of the psychic was stunned silent. Buzz was the first person brave enough to break the silence.
"Shawn we all don't think—"
Shawn lowered his voice and gained some composure, "No Buzz I know you don't but you!(he pointed at Lassiter) you are just jealous of the fact that every case that is worth solving is solved by me and in record time, EVERYTIME!"
But before anyone could react he changed the target of his anger to the Chief, "And you, I have to weasel my way into cases despite time after time I have proven myself against each and every bad guy including Yin and Yang!"
"And you," Shawn's voice got low again "of all people I thought would believe me, Detective O'Hara, you would have been the one. Have I ever steered you wrong?"
Juliet winced when he used her last name, all she could hear was the hurt in his voice and she had caused it; she had hurt him deeply.
"Here," Shawn threw a file at Lassiter "that is all you need to pin the guy and find Paisley. Oh she is fine, by the way, he faked the whole crime scene so we would think she was dead so we wouldn't put up an Amber Alert. His wife has always wanted a girl but all they have is two boys she came with him that day when they moved the neighbor in and she is the one who convinced him to do it. All the blood was stolen and everything else was staged. The wife knew we wouldn't be able to run the DNA fast enough and they would be long gone before the results came back. Arrest Chris and you will find his wife and Paisley."
"Shawn-"
"Spencer-"
"No, This is it I am done. You guys don't have to worry about seeing my face EVER again. At least my last case is helping someone who I love and loves me back."
Shawn limped back to his bike and sped off one more time.
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Chris Montgomery was quickly arrested after the Head Detective read Shawn's file and about five seconds after his arrest he gave up his wife and the location of the girl.
Paisley was quickly recovered and there were not physical injuries to the girl, just like Shawn said. The wife was not found, though, everyone was just happy the girl was alright.
Carlton was staring at the report in his hands, thinking about the events of the day. Man I have never seen Spencer that mad before.
"Um…Detective Lassiter?"
Carlton looked up from his report to see a man about thirty years old standing at his desk with a worried expression on his face.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes my name is Oliver North and I am here to ask about a Mr. Shawn Spencer. You see about four hours ago an SUV rear ended me and I tried to stop my car from hitting his bike but it didn't work, my car hit his rear tire and he laid his bike down and was dragged about fifty feet. His leg was pretty messed up and he told me that I should come here if I needed to get ahold of him, but he had an important meeting that could not wait. I don't really care about my car but I was really worried about him he was bleeding pretty badly."
Wait a minute Spencer was hurt? How could I not have noticed?
Carlton was about to take the man's statement when Buzz interrupted his thoughts.
"Detective Lassiter, there is a call on line one for you, it sounds pretty urgent."
He motioned for Oliver to take a seat while he answered the phone.
"Detective Lassiter."
"Yes Detective this is Mark White I own Home Plate, a sports bar, on Mulligan Street and I have a problem. There is a gentleman here that is very drunk and I cannot seem to wake him up."
"Then why are you calling me Mr. White?"
"I am calling you because when he stumbled in here he kept mentioning a Detective Lassiter and I figured you guys were friends. The weird thing is my bartender said that he didn't drink anything here so he must have been drunk before he came in."
Carlton could feel himself pale at the words. Something is wrong. Juliet noticed this, walked across the bullpit, and leaned in to listen better.
"What it going on?" she whispered
Carlton cut her off "Can you describe the man for me Mr. White?"
"Yes he is about medium height, brown messy hair, and is wearing a vintage Apple Jacks t-shirt."
Damn. "Ok Mr. White we will be right there. Thank you."
"Thank you Detective."
Carlton hung up the phone and looked into his partner's worried eyes.
"That was the owner of Home Plate he said that Spencer is there, drunk, and he can't wake him up. So now we get to pick up his drunk ass." As Carlton said these words he knew that something wasn't right about the whole thing. Since when does Spencer get drunk? He spun around to the closest officer "McNab! Take Mr. North's statement we have to go pick Spencer from a bar."
"Sure thing boss."
Carlton had to run to catch up with Juliet, who was almost at his Crown Vic.
"Carlton thank you for doing this, I know you don't like him(but I don't hate him he thought at her words) so this means a lot to me. You know helping out one of my friends."
The rest of the car ride was silent. The whole time Carlton couldn't help but feel like something bad was about to happen and as he looked at his partner he could see she felt the same way.
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When they arrived at the bar the first thing they noticed was the crowd of people surrounding an ambulance.
"What in sweet justice?"
"Oh My God! Shawn!'
Sure enough the paramedics were wheeling the psychic out of the bar into the ambulance. Juliet jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop and ran to Shawn's side catching a few words the medics were saying.
"…head injury…blood loss and possible infection…breathing and pulse erratic…recommend transport to SB trauma instead of SB general."
Juliet froze What? Head injury? What happened?
"Ma'am you can't come in the ambulance I'm sorry"
"HE'S CRASHING…..LET'S MOVE!"
Juliet just stood there as they slammed the doors shut and sped off in the direction of Santa Barbara Trauma Center. As the ambulance turned right to where she couldn't see it anymore she collapsed.
I have no idea what kind of hospital system is in place in Santa Barbara so yeah, I just took a stab in the dark. So longest chapter I have ever written. Love it? Hate it? Should I continue?