Carlton sipped his coffee and headed toward his office while flipping through the papers on the clipboard.
June 13 2012
A Santa Barbra women was found dead in the office of a Santa Barbra police station. Deep gashes suggested she was stabbed to death, although no blood was at the scene, suggesting the body was dumped. There was no sign of forced entry and everything was were it was supposed to be.
Identity: unknown
Sex: female
Age: 23
Hair color: brown
There is no further evidence.
He unlocked the door to his office and walked in. The look on his face was one of pure shock. "Spencer! What are you doing in here?" Shawn sat in his chair, feet propped on Lassies desk. He was crumpling up some of Lassiter's sketches he had done earlier and trying to make it in the trash. "Oh, come on, Lassie! Everyone knows you keep your spare key in the Pepsi machine in the break room." Carlton shifted uncomfortably, then realized what he was doing to the sketches.
"Hey!" he dove over and knocked Shawn out of his chair, snatching the drawings out of his hands and the trash. "Spencer, these are sketches of the suspect in the newest murder! What the hell is your problem?"
"First of all, those sketches are completely wrong! And second, I happened to notice you've been holding out on me," he held up a bag of dried pineapple, "how could you be so selfish?"
Lassie frowned and, with a wad of crinkled up papers in his hands, pushed Shawn out of his office. "Spencer, I told you, you are not working on this case, and that's that!" he wrestled Shawns arm behind his back then growled, "Give me the keys," Shawn struggled to get the keys out of his pocket then yelled, "Heel Lassie! Your about to snap my arm in half!" he dropped the keys in Lassiter's open palm, and was shoved the rest of the way out. Shawn turned and inhaled, about to say something when the door was slammed in his face. He sighed in frustration and looked at the bag of pineapple in his hand. He smiled cheekily. "Does this mean I can keep the pineapple?"
Gus whacked Shawn solidly up side the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" Shawn asked, rubbing his head.
"One hundred and fifty dollars, Shawn?" Gus's eyes shot daggers at his friend.
Shawn winced from the pain on his head. "I think I'm bleeding!" he whined.
Gus whacked him again. "I didn't even hit you that hard, Shawn!"
"Jeez! Take it easy, George Forman!" he yelled. "I didn't know the old Psychmobile was that sensitive… I didn't know the old girl would dent that easy." he glared at Gus.
"Why did you hit my car in the first place?" Gus got out his keys and unlocked the Psych office door. They walked in.
"I got mad."
"That's not a good enough excuse Shawn, now guess who has to pay the- AHHHHHHH!" They both emitted girlish wails as they walked in the main office. On the floor, lay the blood-soaked body of a young women, throat slashed open. Gus's face suddenly went almost white. "Shawn, you call the cops, I have something important to do." Shawn looked at him sharply.
"Dude? Seriously? What?" Gus was sprinting to the bathroom.
"I have to throw up!"
Ta-da! Well I hope all you psychos liked it :D I really tried to keep them in character, and I hope I did good. Please read and review!
