Well, here is the not-so-long awaited 2nd chapter of Gratuitous Violence. I'm putting this chapter up now because it will be awhile before I can put the next one up . . . mostly because I haven't gotten started on it yet! But I will work as fast as I can! Well, here ya go and Please review:D
Disclaimer: Three words . . . DO. NOT. OWN.
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Chapter 2: Shawn's Apartment; the Scene of the Crime
Flashback; Santa Barbara, 1984
Sergeant Henry Spencer and his partner, Officer James Blevins, cautiously entered the large warehouse, "Careful, Blevins," Henry whispered, "He is armed and . . ." just then, the sound of gunshot was heard.
"Shot's fired! Officer down! Need assistance!" Henry shouted thru his dispatch radio, as more gunfire echoed throughout the large warehouse. Henry locked his hands underneath James' arms and pulled him behind a large crate, "Hold tight, James we're gonna get you outta here." he whispered, as he cautiously peered around the corner of the crate, gun at the ready. While the shooter, Ryne Sandburg, was just slowly sliding his own head out to also get a clear shot . . . when too late. When he did this, part of his chest was exposed and Henry took the opportunity to bring the man down, and fired, hitting Ryne right near the heart and killing him instantly.
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Present; Karen Vick's office down at the SBPD . . .
"Henry, you're positive you know of no one that has a grudge against you?" Karen asked once again to the man now sitting, wearied in her office.
Henry was tired all over. He was tired physically, in his mind and as much as he didn't want to admit it, in his heart. "I told you Karen, no." Henry replied, placing his head in his hands.
Lassiter, who was called by Karen shortly after she got to the office, spoke up, "And Shawn never told you about anything suspicious that had been happening?"
Henry shook his head and scoffed, "'Course not, he doesn't confide in me, you both should know that. Gus might know something though . . . oh no."
"What?" Karen asked
"Gus." Henry replied, "He doesn't know. I gotta call him."
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"Mr. Spencer? What's wrong? . . . Shawn? What happened to 'im? . . . No! Kidnapped? By who? . . . Ok, I'll be there in 15 . . . Bye." Gus hung up his phone and collapsed on one of his chairs sitting in his front room.
"Shawn? Kidnaped?"
he thought, "But . . . why?"Gus knew that Shawn had a type of personality that brought attention and naturally drew people to him . . . yea, he could be a . . . well, everyone knew what he could be at most times. But he wasn't the type to make a person so upset to the point of wanting to kidnap and torture him, (well, maybe with the exception of Lassiter).
He leaned back and gave an exasperated sigh, "This can't be happening!" he shouted out-loud, and after a few minutes of trying to grasp the horrible fact, he got dressed and left for the police station. While he drove, he racked his brain as to who could've done it, someone who might've gotten mad at him recently or just . . . anything. But he came up with nothing. There wasn't a person he knew who didn't like Shawn. No one that had a grudge against him . . . Gus was at a blank.
Gus quickly shook himself of his thoughts and barely made it into the parking lot of the station. He got out of his car, slammed the door shut behind him and he was headed straight for Karen's office.
"Gus I'm glad you're here." Henry said looking at his son's best friend as he entered the room.
Gus didn't reply to Henry's comment, he just asked one question, "What happened to Shawn?"
Henry told him everything that had transpired on the phone between himself, and the man holding Shawn captive.
When he was thru, Gus sank to the floor, trying to . . . well, he really didn't know, right now, he just wanted to try and wake up from this awful nightmare. "We don't know anything else about the kidnapper?" he asked
"No!" Henry snapped back, "Nothing! He could be a murderer for all we know!"
"Mr. Guster, do you know of anyone who might have a grudge against Shawn?" Karen asked
"No. I was thinkin' about that on my way over here, I can't come up with anyone." Gus replied
"Alright then, we'll have to wait until the second call is received and take it from there. Until then I suggest that you go home and get some sleep, Henry."
"Sleep?!" Henry shot out of his chair, "My son is out there being tortured by some insane psychopath, and you want me to sleep?!" he shouted back
Karen then stood up from her own chair, "Henry!" she said forcefully, "You. Need. Sleep." she told him, "Now go home, sleep for a few hours then come back and we'll take it from here."
Henry glared at the rooms occupants, then stormed out. Gus shook his head, "I always knew he was concerned about Shawn, but I've never seen him like this before."
"He's just acting like any father would when they find out their child's in danger." she sat back down in her chair and took a deep breath.
"Whaddaya think he's gonna do about the money? I mean, the guy want's 125,000 dollars!" Gus said
"I know. I might see what I can do to help him out, but in the meantime Lassiter call O'Hara and a Forensics team, have them meet you down at Spencer's apartment. Mr. Guster, if you'll stay for just a few minutes I have a couple questions for you." Karen said
"Sure. Oh, Lassiter, you'll need this." Gus told Lassiter handing him a key, "It's for Shawns apartment. I took the precaution of getting a copy made after he came home from Thailand."
"What in Sweet Justice was he doing in Thailand?" Lassiter asked
"Teaching people how to speak English." Gus replied
Lassiter was shocked, "You've got to be kidding! I wouldn't have thought he would be capable of something like that."
Gus raised his eyebrows, "He wasn't. They fired him because he was teaching rap talk instead of real English."
"Why doesn't that surprise me." Lassiter muttered
Karen cut in, "Now that we got that issue settled, why don't we get back to our own jobs?"
Lassiter nodded, walked out of the room, and pulled out his cell-phone to call Juliet and Forensics.
"Ok, were you the last person to see Shawn?" Karen asked Gus
"Yea, from what I know. When he left the office yesterday he told me he was going straight home, said he was tired."
"What time did he leave?" Karen asked
"It was about 4:30 in the afternoon." Gus replied
"Now did he call you at any point between 4:30 P.M. and 3:45 this morning?"
Gus shook his head, "No, not once."
"Have you gotten any unusual phone calls at all? On your phone, or on your Office phone, or one that Shawn told you about?"
Gus thought for a minute, "No, nothing at all. Not even a wrong number or a hang-up."
"Have you noticed any strange cars sitting outside of the Psych office?" she continued
"No. We haven't had very many customers lately."
"Alright then, I guess that'll do it. You may leave if you want." she said flashing a small smile at him.
"Okay, thanks. I think I'll get a pineapple smoothie and then see if Lassiter and Juliet found anything at Shawn's apartment, would that be alright?" Gus stood up
Karen nodded, "Of course."
"Thanks, bye Chief." Gus said
"Gus, we're gonna find Shawn." she said, looking at him right in the eyes
"I know we will. I know." and with that, he turned and left. Once he was gone, Karen sighed wearily, and whispered, "Oh, Shawn what happened to you?"
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When Juliet arrived at Shawn's now vacant apartment, Lassiter and Forensics were already there, "Find anything?" she asked immediately, as she walked in.
Lassiter looked over at his partner, her eyes were red and her face looked tired and worried, "O'Hara, you alright?" he asked
"Fine." she said shortly, "Did you find anything?" she repeated
"Yea, in the bedroom. In fact, it's the only thing we found." he told her as he pulled out a small evidence bag filled with sand. All the blood drained from Juliet's face, and her voice was hoarse, "Th-the Sandman?"
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Shawn whimpered softly through his gag, and tears slowly slipped out the corners of his eyes as they began to open.
"Are we awake so soon? Well, that means we can get an earlier start!" the sickeningly sweet male voice said. As the man reached over to a side tray, he gently picked up a syringe filled with a narcotic. "This should give you some fun dreams, don't worry you'll only feel a pinch . . . at first." He laughed softly as he slowly slid the needle in Shawn's arm and he began to sing,
"Here comes the Sandman, stepping so lightly
Stealing on the tips of his toes;
Oh! hear the Sandman singing so softly;
See the children starting to doze.
Hear the Sandman singing so softly,
'Go to sleep my children, close your sleepy eyes.
Go to sleep my children,
Go to sleep and . . . good night.'"
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