Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice or it's characters, they belong to DC Comics. I do not own Psych either.

Pairings: Bart Allen x Jaime Reyes, Tim Drake x Conner Kent.

Warnings: Nothing to worry about in this chapter really. Okay maybe some OOCness, I don't think I played Tim all that well.

AN: If there are any mistakes that I didn't catch I'm sorry. Also you have have seen Psych (great show) and have watched the 'Tuesday the 17th' episode then you'll know what's up but obviously with changes done up to it. I couldn't resist writing this after I re-watched the episode yesterday. Enjoy!


MONDAY THE 16TH

Year 2003

Bart was not pouting, he wouldn't admit to it because he certainly wasn't doing it. He walked with a purpose, as much as an 8 year old could anyways, through the archway that signified the entrance and exit of Camp Malina Lake ignoring the other kids' chatter as they talked to their parents. So much for a fun two weeks, it was complete waste. Light green eyes glared at the barely there grass of the path. At least for him it was.

"Bart!" He heard his dad's voice over the chatter around him and his own thoughts, Bart looked up to see his dad waving at him standing beside his blue pick-up truck. "Over here!"

Sighing the young boy adjusted his red back pack's strap on his shoulder before walking over to him, being sure to avoid any collisions with the few parents that were rushing their kids to the car to get to an appointment or something. Man...he just wanted to go home, get a shower (or a bath since that sounded great) and play Kingdom Hearts so he could whack some heartless with his keyblade.

"What? I don't get a 'Hello my awesome dad' that you haven't seen in two weeks?" Don asked as he spread his arms out getting ready to swoop down and hug his son.

"Hey awesome dad," Bart said but not without sarcasm and with a hint of boredom, stopping a couple feet in front of him.

Don let his arm drop to his sides as he watched his son kick up a little bit of dirt and twigs with what seemed to be a pout on his lips. The auburn haired boy looked up at him, and yes it was definitely a pout, with an impatient look.

"Can we go now?" Bart asked the impatience was clear in his tone and body as he shuffled from one foot to the other.

"No," Don answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he glanced around quickly before looking back at his son. "Where's Tim?"

Light green eyes narrowed and shoulders sagged making the backpack fall to the ground next to him before he said, "He went home early, said something about a psycho plant lady attacking his dad."

The redheaded man rolled his eyes in amusement. Honestly the stories his son could come up with, maybe when he's older he'll write a book or maybe entertain fellow cops with crazy theories like he does at the station. He glanced down at his son for a moment before he quickly scanned the thinning crowd of kids and parents to find little Tim so that they could go. His green eyes zoomed in on a small crowd of kids posing for pictures.

"Ah! There he is," Don said pointing over to the kids posing. He could see Tim in front smiling while holding a starfish, half his size, wearing sunglasses and holding drink with a bendy straw in it's left ray. Another kid was next to him with a wide smile while holding a blue ribbon.

"Yup," Bart said picking up his bag and shoved into dad's arms before proceeding to open the door. "Now let's go home. I have Heartless to bash."

"Okay, what happened to get you in a 'Let's ditch Tim' mood?" He asked curiously while he placed the bag in the back and his son sat in the driver's seat.

He didn't get a response.

Don sighed and leaned against the truck looking down at Bart.

"I'm going to take a guess based on what I've seen and say that you two didn't team up for this year's piñata contest," He said, the surprisingly dark look Bart sent him was his answer. "There's always next year Bart."

"Well he could've said no to the counselor lady when he got paired up with Garth Lowenthal!" Bart huffed crossing his arms, looking up at his dad. "But he didn't want to! Said that he didn't want to get in trouble. So I got stuck with the kid that has an weird thing for octopuses and Tim got first place with the golden boy."

"That kid still comes here?" Don asked surprised.

Bart nodded, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

"But like I said Bart, there's always next year. You can't let this small thing get to you," Don said placing a hand on his son's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to which Bart just sighed.

"You can keep the piñata, I wouldn't really know where to put it at my house," They both heard Tim's voice and looked up to see him and Garth walking over to them.

"Thanks Tim! I can show my aunt when I get home!" Garth said excitedly as he carefully grabbed the wire hook at the head of the piñata, then he held out the blue ribbon to Tim. "I want you to have it. Okay?"

Tim was speechless for a moment as his mouth opened and closed a couple times like a fish, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment before he grabbed the ribbon. "Thank you Garth."

Bart made as though he was going to stick his finger in his mouth along with retching noises.

"See ya next summer Tim! Bye Bart!" Garth said happily as he ran off in the direction of where his parents were.

"Good-bye Garth!"

"Thank you, he's gone and Tim's here. Can we go now?"

Don looked up to the heavens as he wondered if Bart was going to be worse when he reached his teen years, as entertaining as he was sometimes he really didn't want to ground his son every other day. Bart moved to the passenger side while Tim gave his bag to Don so that it could be placed in the back before he climbed into the truck. Bart pointedly stared out the window after fastening his seat belt while Tim got settled in the middle and strapped himself in. He could just feel apologetic look the other was giving him, also he could sorta see it through the reflection of the window, but he wasn't going to turn around just yet to face the kicked puppy look.

"Bart I'm sorry," Tim said timidly, he clenched his small fists against the ribbon on his lap as he continued to stare at the other boy. "But I didn't want to get in trouble-"

"You're my best friend Tim and right now I am feeling that pocket knife in my back," Bart cut him off, still not turning to look at him but he could tell Tim was giving him a stronger version of the kicked puppy look.

"I'm really, really, really sorry," Tim apologized meekly, his shoulders slumped and he hung his head a little.

The black haired boy sniffled a little bit, he didn't know what to do. He knew that Bart had been mad but he didn't think he was this mad at him and he didn't want to lose his friend. Tim opened his mouth to apologize again when he felt arms wrap around him in a hug and he knew it was Bart.

"I forgive you Tim. But seriously next time we're going to be a team and winning that contest," Bart said as he let him go, finally smiling.

Don shook his head as he got in and shut the door. Ah kids, he remembered when he and Dawn would fight over small things until the other apologized. As he started the car a thought occurred to him and he glanced over at the two boys who were talking about some video game happily.

"Hey Bart what was your piñata?" Don asked as he put on his seat belt.

"A bat," Tim answered before Bart could.

"Oh...so uh where is it?" He asked looking at the two and Bart pursed his lips.

"Oh around. Not really important. Let's go."

Don didn't ask or argue with the boy and started the drive back to Happy Harbor.

12 Years Later

"Bart you just texted him thirteen times in the last five minutes," Tim said as he and Bart crossed the street, on their way to the Psych House. "Detective Harper's probably got him doing something."

"Roy took the day off. Shocking I know," Bart said as he composed another message, he glanced up at Tim with a cheeky smile and looked back at his phone. "Who knew Roy had a social life outside of the Happy Harbor Police Department?"

Tim stopped walking as they reached the corner their building was right there but Tim was looking at the auburn haired man and Bart stopped as well, sending his best friend a questioning look. "What?"

"It honestly still baffles me how weird your relationship with Detective Reyes is," The black haired man said brushing his fingers through his hair. "You probably drive him up the wall."

"For your information my relationship with Jaime is a beautiful thing," Bart said as though he was giving the other man a lecture, he stuffed his iPhone in his jean pocket. "And I only drive him up the wall during sex-"

"Okay I've heard enough!" Tim said quickly and loudly before he power walked towards the door to their office only to stop short a few feet from it. "Isn't that...?"

Bart looked towards the door and hanging by a rope on the small lamp light next to the door was an ugly green thing, the green stuff being moss and there was some pieces of slimy weed on it. Under all the moss both men could see that it was black with two pointed ears and small upside down triangular nose. There wasn't much of a body to it really since it was torn in half around where the waist was suppose to me and it was missing an arm. The auburn haired man stared at it hard before his eyes widened in recognition as he looked at it and then the rope that wrapped around it's neck in a noose. 'No way,' Bart thought, he felt Tim tapping his arm lightly to get his attention.

"Really though, isn't that-"

"My Garfield piñata? Yeah. I think it's dead," Bart said as he continued to stare at it now with curiosity wondering how in the world it got from the camp to Happy Harbor.

"Garfield? As in the cat?" Tim asked in a disbelieving tone as he stared at Bart with blue eyes that were filled with mirth. "That's what that's suppose to be? I thought it was bat."

Bart gave Tim a deadpanned look as he fixed the collar to his red and white plaid shirt.

"Really now? I had it narrowed down to either a crow or Venom from Spider-man," a smooth male voice said from their left.

Both men looked over at the bench that was placed on the other side of door where a Caucasian man with relatively long black haired tied in a low ponytail and purple eyes had just set side today's newspaper. He was looking up at Tim and Bart with a gentle smile, his legs were crossed as he placed a hand on his knee and the other arm rested on the iron arm rest. There was something annoyingly familiar about those eyes, the hair and the smile to Bart that he couldn't quite place but he knew this man.

"Garth?" Tim's surprised voice broke his train of thought and his best friend stepped towards Garth Lowenthal holding his hand out. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey Tim!" Garth said as he stood up taking Tim's hand and shook for a brief moment before pulling Tim into a half hug, a dazzlingly smile on his lips.

'Get your own best friend,' Bart thought scathingly as he glared at the two who had pulled away from the hug and were asking each other how they've been. Even after twelve years he still didn't like the guy, he was just too...perfect? No that wasn't the word Bart was looking for. He wouldn't admit to it anytime soon but he was still sore a few days after the whole contest thing all those years ago and now that he was seeing Garth interacting with his best friend as though they were both best friends instead was really bringing a mood out of Bart. What the hell was the guy doing here anyways? Didn't he live somewhere that wasn't Happy Harbor? He crossed his arms and glared at the offending individual.

"Bart, how have you been?" Garth then turned that bright smile in his direction, a hand outstretched towards him for a friendly shake. "It's good to see you again."

Now Bart would have just left the guy hanging but Tim sent him this pleading looking over Garth's shoulder that begged the auburn haired man not to be difficult and to just be polite. Dammit why did have weaknesses! He wanted to be a jack ass to the guy that stole his best friend for six days at that summer camp all those years ago and not play nice. 'But then Tim might tell Jaime and argh! Screw it,' He thought as he mentally pulled his hair.

"Lowenthal," Was Bart's short reply as he took the others' hand and gave it a firm shake then quickly let go to point at the mutilated piñata. "And really did you have to hang him like that there? Kids walk by here everyday and they have to see that. What were you thinking?"

"Oh! Sorry! I'll get it down right away," Garth said blinking a few times before he set to action and went to take it down quickly.

"And I would not make a Venom piñata. I hate that guy and who would make one anyways?" Bart informed the other like it was the most obvious thing on the planet, he bit his lip when he received a well placed jab in the ribs from Tim who was at his side again sending him a scolding look.

Garth turned back to the two while holding the piñata by the noose, he still had that infuriating smile like it was the most natural thing to do on a hot sunny day. "Really my apologies. I found it when we dredged the lake a couple days ago. It was chained down to a rock."

Tim was looked at Bart quickly with an eyebrow arched and a smile barely curving his lips while the other ignored him. It was such a Bart thing to do and really he should have suspected it but he had wanted to drop the subject on piñatas back then since it was sore for his best friend. But seriously? Chained to a rock at the bottom of the lake? A chuckle escaped him and he covered his mouth quickly when the others' eyes shot towards him.

"Wait a minute," Bart said focusing back on Garth who was watching the two with a more subdued smile. "Dredged the lake? You went back to Camp Malina Lake?"

"I bought Camp Malina Lake," Garth said pointing at him with accomplished look on his face.

Tim and Bart blinked in surprise. "What?!"

"You guys heard me, I bought the camp and I'm re-opening it on Friday but um..." For the first time Garth looked uncomfortable as he glanced around before gesturing behind him towards the door to their office. "Can we talk inside?"

"Sure," Tim answered before Bart could have any input and quickly fished out the keys as he walked over to the door and opened it. "Come on in."

Tim held the door open for the taller man who walked in, quietly thanking Tim as he headed inside the red, white and light yellow themed place. The walls were painted a light yellow with a white wooden panel covering half the walls in the entire place. They walked into the office where there were two slate grey metal desks, one very much neater than the other. The windows were covered with white blinds and by the wide window near the entryway, where Bart now stood, was a large red couch. Light green eyes narrowed at Garth as Tim gestured for him to sit at couch while he grabbed his desk chair and rolled it over so it was in front of the other before sitting down.

Blue and purple eyes looked over at Bart who was standing like an outside by the doorway of the office and he sent them both a look that said 'What did I do?' Garth looked to Tim questioningly and Tim gave him a stern look that told his best friend to play nice. Oh the things he did for his wonderful friendship, albeit a little painful sometimes if he thought about that one time in Gotham. Bart walked over to the fruit bowl on top of his messy desk and grabbed the top one before turning around to face the other two in the room who were watching him, waiting.

"Apple?" Bart offered to Garth who politely declined it. He shrugged in a 'suit yourself' kind of way before taking a bite out of the red fruit as he leaned back against his desk and spoke with his mouth sill full. "So what's your deal Lowenthal?" Swallow. "I know you didn't just randomly track us down after twelve years to tell us that Friday the 13th is your life plan."

Garth chuckled lightly as he clasped his hands together in front of him, he looked from one man to the other before he said, "Guys, I read the paper. You both uncovered hidden Spanish treasure and rescued the remains of a mummy in the span of a couple months."

There went Tim giving Garth that bashful smile, maybe he should call Conner, or Dick after this. Bart breathed deeply through his nose as he sent an impatient look in the tall man's direction telling him to get to the point.

"I need your help. As detectives and- and as old friends."

'Since when have we been friends?' Bart arched a brow at the guy.

"We're...sorta missing a counselor."

"Wow, wow, wow. Woah. Missing a counselor?" Bart sliced in as he pushed away from the desk and took cautious slow steps towards Tim and Garth but he was staring hard at the latter. "What do you mean? And tell me this is a joke."

"Bart-" Scolding look from Tim again.

"No Tim. I mean it, he just comes here after twelve years and he springs this on us? Don't try to tell me that this doesn't just scream Friday the 13th to you," Bart stopped Tim pointing at him sharply and then he looked at Garth again. "Now talk."

"I, I, I know how this looks. Really I do Bart but there could be millions of explanations as to why she's gone missing. Her name is Artemis. She's a bit of a loner and she likes to wander off and shoot tree trunks with her arrows without telling us where she's going," Garth explained quickly as he ran his hand over his hair without messing it up, Tim simply nodded as he took in the information.

Bart took another bite out of his apple, purposely making Garth wait for his response as he chewed on the juicy goodness before he finally swallowed.

"I'm sorry Lowenthal but I think this is better off for the actual authorities," Bart told him, cocking his head to the side with some smugness in his eyes.

Silence. Then...

"Are you kidding? If I call the cops and the press gets a hold of this do you know all the crazy stories they'll come up with? Camp murder stories? I wouldn't be able to ever open the camp if that happens," Garth said standing up and walking the rest of the short distance to Bart, giving him a pleading look. "Please Bart. Help me. It's all I've got."

Bart cocked a brow and moved his head to the side slight in an 'are you done?' fashion.

"Bart," Timmy why?! "If you can't do it for the missing girl or an old friend then do it for the children that would be excited to go to the summer camp." Oh and here come the puppy eyes.

The auburn haired man stared Tim before mouthing 'I don't want to.' 'The kids,' Tim mouthed back at him, his eyes getting that determined look like when he had to finish several reports for college classes. 'No.' 'Yes Bart, please?' 'I said no.' 'I'll buy you all the snacks you want for a week.'

"Okay," Bart said, it was a little painful saying this now. "I'll help you."

Garth smiled and thanked Bart while Bart and Tim just glared at each other before the green eyed male took another bite of his apple moodily.


AN: Hope you liked this! I will hopefully be updating this soon! If you're confused about something like what character is playing who from the show then message me and I'll happily answer you.