Authors Note: I am not from California, so any schools, businesses, houses, anything are all made up. sorry.
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They were taken to a beach just south of the city. Bright yellow tape blocked off a large section, and down towards the waves there was a lot of movement as men combed the surrounding sand for clues.
Lassiter lead the group down to the shore where a young woman was lying face down. She was wearing a two piece bathing suit and Shawn noticed a slight variation in her tan around her ankle. Hmm.
Lassiter took a small notepad out from his jacket pocket, "Her name is Marisa Robinson, 19, lives on the east side of town with her mother and father, and she has a 16 year old brother named Jeremy. She's enrolled in Saint Clare, a high school near here."
Rigsby knelt by the woman's head, "Looks like she died from blunt force trauma to the head."
Cho circled the body, "She could have gotten that from her head striking a rock or coral."
"Or from someone striking her."
Out of the corner of his eye Shawn watched as Jane frowned, looked up and down the beach, and started to walk off. He elbowed Gus.
"Ow, Shawn!"
"Shh, look."
Shawn slowly shifted until he was standing beside Lassiter, and tugged at his sleeve. "Hey Lassie, we should follow him."
Lassiter sighed, "While we sometimes use your…unique skills, we can't just pick up and go somewhere without evidence supporting it. You know that Shawn."
Shawn frowned and moved to stand next to Gus, "Hey, we should follow him."
"No, Shawn."
"Come on!"
"No, Shawn!"
"Why not?"
"Oh I don't know, because there's a killer on the loose and I don't want to spend a night on the cold beach waiting for him to find me."
Shawn nodded, "Good reason, but on the other hand, we'd be hanging out with Patrick."
"Yeah, I really don't think he'd like that."
"What makes you say that?"
"He hasn't seemed that thrilled to be around us so far."
"That's just because he doesn't know us yet."
Gus sighed, "Okay, even if we got to get to know him that still doesn't change the fact that the beach gets cold at night and you know I don't sleep well without a blanket."
"We probably wouldn't be sleeping."
"Why do you say that?"
"I just don't think he sleeps very much."
"What are you –"
Their attention was drawn back to the agents around the body.
"Okay, I think we've gotten everything we can from the body. What do you think Jane? Jane?"
The agents looked around, before spotting the grey clad figure moving up the beach.
Lisbon pulled out her phone and called him.
"Hello?"
"Jane, where are you going?"
"Oh, for a walk."
"Jane."
"Really Lisbon, you don't want to know, not yet."
"Alright, but we're leaving."
"Bye!"
Sighing Lisbon hung up. "Alright, let's go talk to the family."
Rigsby nodded towards Jane, "What are we doing about him?"
"Jane's a big boy, he can take care of himself."
Shawn noticed Cho frown slightly and with a parting glance at Jane followed Rigsby back to their car.
The trip to the parents' house was long and quiet without Jane's constant joking, and the mood in the car was significantly darker. As they drove Shawn turned to Lassiter, and grabbed his hand. Lassiter looked at his hand and then looked at Shawn, eyebrow raised in question. Shawn cast a quick look at the other passengers and mouthed, Ask them.
Lassiter tilted his head.
Ask them about Jane.
Lassiter rolled his eyes and tugged his hand back. He crossed his arms and looked out the window.
Shawn's disappointment didn't last long. Soon they were pulling up to a modest house.
They moved confidently to the door and knocked. A crying woman in black answered.
Lisbon smiled and spoke softly, "Miss Robinson?"
"Yes?"
"Hello Miss Robinson, I'm Agent Lisbon, these are agents Rigsby and Cho, and officers Lassiter and O'Hara. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter."
The woman nodded, and moved to open the door wider, Shawn noticed pictures on the mantel and awards on a nearby table, "Anything to help catch her killer." She paused, "Who are you two?"
Shawn gestured to himself and then Gus, "I'm Shawn Spencer, this is Bruce Lee, and we're with a psychic agency."
Gus glared at Shawn.
"Why are their psychics on my daughters case?"
"We're just helping the police with their investigation."
"I don't understand, what can a psychic do to help?"
Shawn smiled charmingly, "We can do a lot."
He put a hand to his head, "Oh! I'm getting something! Ah! Blue Crush!"
"What?"
"I'm out on the ocean surrounded by waves, but I'm not getting wet!"
Gus looked contemplatively at Shawn, "She was a surfer?"
Miss Robinson blinked, "Uh, yes, yes she was."
Shawn twitched, his eyes squeezed shut, "I see a montage! Rocky! Tigers with… burning eyes!"
"Oh, but not just a surfer, she won contests; she was very good, and …an extremely strong swimmer."
"That's amazing! You're both psychic?"
Shawn lowered his hands, "No, I have the visions but they're a bit garbled and hard to understand. Bruce Lee here interoperates them."
The woman nodded, stepping back to let them in, "That's wonderful, please come in. Thank you for helping to find my daughters killer."
As they walked through Miss Robinson's house Lisbon saw a picture of the family hanging above the fire place. "If you don't mind me asking, where are your husband and your son?"
Miss Robinson dabbed at her eyes as she sat down on a couch in the living room, "My husband is on a weeklong fishing trip with his friends, I tried calling but I guess he's out of cell range. I don't know where my son is; probably trying to cope by playing with his friends. Keep busy, you know?"
Cho sat directly across from the woman, Rigsby and Lisbon on either side. Lassiter and O'Hara stood behind them, as Shawn and Gus discreetly looked around the room for clues. Cho leaned forward, "We're sorry for your loss. How are you keeping busy?"
Miss Robinson laughed, "I must have cleaned this house five times by now. I'm running out of cleaners."
"Is there anyone who would want to hurt your daughter?"
"N-no, no, everyone loved her."
"Does she have a boyfriend?"
"She's friends with some boys, but I don't think she's seeing anyone. Her brother would probably know, they're very close."
"Her brother?"
"Yes."
"Jeremy, right?"
"Yes."
"Does he surf as well?"
"Yes he does."
Cho looked at Lisbon. She nodded.
"Thank you for your time. We'll be in contact if we have any more questions."
Miss Robinson nodded, and walked them to the door.
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Jane walked across the beach towards an outcropping of rocks. It was a beautiful day. Humming to himself he shrugged off his jacket and causally rolled up his sleeves. Wind blew across the ocean and ruffled his hair. He smiled.
He had an idea about what was going to happen. There was going to be a cave in this outcropping. It was going to be full of cave drawings, smooth sand decorated with sneaker tracks, and empty soda bottles. He was going to wait there and when the sun went down someone was going to show up. Probably multiple someones. He hadn't decided if they were the killers yet, that was why he hadn't told Lisbon his theory. Better that they check and see if the family was guilty while he waited.
Soon he made it to the rocks. A quick scan revealed the location of a cave. Jane grinned, it was gratifying to be right. He carefully climbed the slight slope up to the mouth of the cave. It was surrounded by scruffy bushes that partially hid the entrance; the perfect place for kids to hide. Inside the cave, just as he'd assumed, were empty cans, some beer bottles and chalk marks decorating the walls. Close to the mouth of the cave was a large black spot filled with ash from where a fire had been placed. Logs surrounded it that had been worn smooth by frequent use.
Jane sat on a log, watching the clouds move across the sky. It was very relaxing. It gave him time to think about the officers they were working with, well more specifically, the psychic they were working with. He'd been a bit hard on the kid, Cho was right, he shouldn't have done that. Oh well. He'd fix it later.
He went to the mouth of the cave and grabbed a stick; he started to draw pictures in the dirt. After a few hours the sun started to go down. Jane moved to the back of the cave.
Two hours after sunset another person entered the cave, moonlight reveling the person to be male, about 5'5". He leaned a surf board against the wall and set down a plastic bag. He sat on a log. A few minutes later two more entered the cave, they carried bags but neither had a surf board.
"Do you guys have everything?" Asked person one.
"Yeah, I think so." Said person two.
"Are you sure we should do this?" Asked person three.
"We already talked about this." Said person two.
"Besides, it's not like we're doing anything wrong. It's just a – a tribute." Said person one.
"But people always get mad when you play with fire." Said person three.
"We're surrounded by an ocean of water, I'm sure it'll be fine." Said person two.
Person one left the cave and came back with an armful of wood, and built a fire. Once the cave was full of light, the three saw Jane. They jumped and took an involuntary step back.
Jane put up his hands placating, "Whoa whoa whoa, I'm with the CBI, I'm here to help."
"Help? Help with what?"
"Help find your friends killer."