Disclaimer: I do not own Psych
So these come from a challenge from Psych with a list of I believe....
This second one is I believe... that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
He looked around the Santa Barbara Police Department. He silently observed each and every person.
Officer. Dunns was dunking a chocolate doughnut in his coffee and was not listening to the phone conversation he was supposed to be listening intently to. Probably it was his wife on the other line.
Det. Lukas was busy doing up her braid as her partner checked his gun. They were on their way to a crime scene.
Buzz McNabb was debating whether to eat the last muffin as one of his coworkers thought the same thing from their desk.
Chief Vick was talking to Lassiter about a case in her office with the blinds shut. Obviously Lassiter was in there because his desk was empty, but her desk wasn't.
He looked at her quickly and felt his world shatter like a broken mirror. Seven years bad luck. Seven year of heartbreak and this was only year one, day one.
Maybe he would go eat the last muffin and put McNabb out of his misery. He wondered if it was possible that the last muffin was a pineapple muffin.
He was about to go left when someone called his name. He turned to face Chief Vick.
"Mr. Spencer, I have a case for you."
He winced at the chief. He didn't want a case. He wanted to go eat the last muffin and then die a slow painful death by listening to Gus rattle of the newest medication he was selling and its side effects.
"Chief, I'm on a case right now and it's to eat the last muffin."
Chief Vick smiled as she glanced towards the lone muffin. "Mr. Spencer." She handed him the file. "Read it over and after you take the last muffin, go to Det. Lassiter who will get you up to date."
He nodded. He couldn't argue with Chief Vick. She had willingly given up the last muffin for him. Did she know possibly that a muffin would be the remedy for this broken heart?
He started to turn left again towards the muffins and away from her when someone else called his name.
"Spencer."
He rolled his eyes. "Lassie-doodle. What go-go gadget are you in need of?"
Lassiter looked at him, eyeing him with dislike. "The Jenkins Case. I see you have the file. O'Hara and I are going over to the crime scene. I see that Mr. Guster is not here to offer you a free ride and Chief Vick told me I had to play nice."
"That's sweet Lassie, but I'll walk." He didn't want to sit in a car with her. It would be fine on the outside, but on the inside he was still trying to tape and glue the broken pieces of the shattered mirror back together. He would really need some crazy glue or some special super glue that they used in NASA.
She had turned him down for a date because she told him it wouldn't work. She would be happy for awhile after a couple dates, but she knew he would get bored and leave her with a broken heart. Why then did he walk away with a broken heart and hers was still intact? Did it feel like this? He never really knew, no one ever turned him down. It kinda sucked that the first time he got up to bat, he struck out. He thought for sure it would have been a home run. Anyway, if it did hurt like this it hurt like heartburn that wouldn't go away. Or maybe it was like a horrible itch that couldn't be scratched.
He scratched his chest, right where his heart was as Lassie rambled. He felt like Officer Dunns, only half listening, only half caring. He didn't want to help with the case. He didn't want to do a wrap-up and gloat. He only wanted one thing and he couldn't have that and it sucked, majorly.
"Spencer, were you listening?" He was brought back to reality and all its suckiness. Lassiter was angry, the chief was depending on him and Juliet still said no.
He sighed. "Yes, I'll take the ride. On one condition."
"No shotgun."
"I wasn't questioning Det. O'Hara's spot. No, I want that." He pointed at Buzz staring at the muffin.
"You want a muffin?"
"Yes. That muffin."
"Fine." Lassiter walked over, picked it up and handed it to him. "Good let's go."
He watched Juliet, get up from her desk, walk right by him and after Lassiter. Their eyes met for a brief instant and he couldn't understand why she didn't feel like a gun had shot through her and rendered her unmovable and most likely dead. He instead looked at the muffin and then handed it to Buzz. "It's not what I wanted."
Buzz looked confused so Shawn clarified as he watched her exit the building. "It just wasn't pineapple."
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