I am back with another chappie, so yay me! I think my problem with fanfics is I get bored of them, so therefore, I quit working on them. So just like Henry said to Shawn in season 1: "you've never finished anything in your life.." that quote fits me perfectly. I have honestly never finished anything I started, sure, a few of my fanfics are finished, but the majority are not. Anyways, let's get on to chappie 2, shall we?
Oh, by the way, I do not own Psych or FRIENDS, but any character whom you may not know, then I probably created them for the purpose of this story.
Shawn glanced around the crime scene. No one had touched anything since the car exploded earlier. He walked slowly over to the blackened taxi cab, then walked around it, searching for something.
Gus followed him slowly, not wanting to be anywhere near that car, because what would happen if it blew up again? He stopped walking a little ways behind, not wanting to get too close. "Shawn?" He called out. "See anything?"
Shawn didn't answer right away. Like he did earlier, he got down on his knees to check under the car. There was nothing unusual about there now. He pushed himself back up, then glanced over at Gus. "I don't see anything out of the ordinary." He reported.
There was a black sedan parked just across the road that neither of them noticed, until it revved up its engine. Then the car sped towards them.
Gus had quickly gotten out of the way, and Shawn waited until the last minute, before jumping out of the car's path. He raised up to watch the car run into the side of the taxi.
Gus hurried over to him. "Shawn?" He asked curiously. "Why didn't you move when I did?"
Shawn didn't answer right away, he just watched the car drive off until it was out of sight. "Gus.. I don't think the driver was after them.." he spoke up.
Gus glanced at him. "Then who was it after?"
Shawn thought a moment. "I don't know," he answered, then pushed himself to his feet. "But I do know one thing, we need to figure out who."
Back at the station, Juliet was glancing threw a file of someone by the name of Wilmer T. Jones. She stood up, then walked back into the room where the six strangers were still sitting at. "So did anyone know that you was coming to Santa Barbara, or did you make anyone mad while you was here?"
Phoebe was about to answer, when the doors to the station swung open. "Whoever this was wasn't after them," Shawn announced. "They knew that if they caused an accident, then the cops would show up. But I don't know who they are after, not yet anyways."
Gus followed him in, looking as confused as the other detectives did.
Juliet studied him. "What happened to you? Your dirty!"
Shawn shrug. "I decided to roll in the dirt," he said, chuckling.
Gus smacked his shoulder. "No, what happened was some guy tried to run over us while we was at the crime scene. I was quick to move, but Shawn stayed where he was right until the car almost hit him before he decided to jump out of the way."
Henry was standing a few feet away, listening to them. "Shawn, a word?" He walked off.
Shawn exchanged a glance with Gus, then back towards the others. "I'll be back.. hopefully." He walked after his dad.
Phoebe exchanged a glance with Chandler. "He's just like you with the sarcasm." She chuckled.
Chandler rolled his eyes, but stayed silent.
Juliet smiled at them, then walked back towards her desk. She went back to flipping threw the file, hoping something new would just magically appear.
Gus glanced threw the window to where Henry led Shawn to talk to him, then watched them. He could hear some things that they were saying.
"Your so irresponsible, kid!" Henry said, raising his voice. Neither knew that Gus was listening in. "That car could have hit you! What good would that had done anyone? Then I would have had to tell your mother over the phone that you was an idiot and got yourself run over!"
Shawn rubbed his forehead in annoyance, then threw his arms up in surrender. "I can't do this with you right now! Look, I have a crime to help solve! Yes, they actually need me, which is more than I can say about you!" He pushed past Henry, then stormed out of the room.
Gus hurried away from the window like nothing had happened. "So what was that about?" He asked when Shawn came back.
"Nothing important," Shawn answered. "Let's solve this case and get my dad off my back."
Gus nodded in agreement. "So where should we go to look for clues at?"
Shawn remembered seeing a file on Juliet's desk. "We go find Wilmer T. Jones." He answered, walking off and trusting Gus to follow.
Rachel stood up from her chair, then started pacing. "Why did we have to come here anyways?" She asked sounding annoyed. "I just want to go home! Back to Manhattan!"
Ross rolled his eyes. "We took a vote. Most of you wanted to come here.."
"Well, its much better than a dinosaur convention," she retorted.
He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. "But at least there we wouldn't have been involved in a hit and run and have to stay here at a police department."
She glared at him, but quickly went back to pacing.
Gus pulled up next to a two story white house. "Are you sure this is the place?" He asked after a moment of silence. "It doesn't look like a killer's house."
Shawn nodded. "I'm sure it is.." he glanced at him. "What does a killer's house look like?" Without waiting for an answer, he got out of the car, leaving Gus to follow him. He walked up the steps to the porch, then knocked on the door and stood back to wait.
Gus glanced around at the yard. This guy was so clean. There was nothing in the yard, and looked like the grass had been mowed recently. He glanced back towards the door as someone opened it. "Yes? Can I help you?" The elderly woman asked.
Shawn exchanged a glance with Gus, then back at the woman. "My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my partner, Doodle Heinstein. We're psychic detectives from the SBPD, and we want to talk to Mr. Wilmer T. Jones."
The woman's eyes widened for a split second before they were back to normal size. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones is out for a while I'm afraid." She said. "Can I take a message?"
Shawn shook his head. "No, ma'am. Thanks for your time." He started to walk off, when he felt a slight push from behind, which resulted in him loosing his balance and tumbling down the stairs.
Lassiter was talking to Juliet in the conference room. "Whatcha got, O'Hara?" He asked, flipping threw the file that she had just handed him.
"His name is Wilmer T. Jones," Juliet answered. "And we found a weapon at the crime scene that had his fingerprints on it." She explained. "I checked him out, and he does have a criminal history."
He nodded. "Let's go talk to him then."
She started to answer, when her cell phone rang. She pressed the green button, then put it up to her ear. "Gus? You two got something?"
"Not yet," Gus answered. "We found Wilmer Jones's house, but he wasn't home. There was an elder lady there. Then as we was going to leave, somebody pushed Shawn which made him fall down the steps."
"He okay?" She asked. "Wait a moment.. Shawn mentioned that this person wasn't after the people from New York, but at a cop. Because he knew that the cops would show up to the scene.. but what if it wasn't a cop he was after, but Shawn instead? It makes sense if you think about it."
Gus was silent, probably thinking about what she had just said. "That does make sense.." he agreed.
She thought a moment. "Gus, you need to get him out of there. We are on our way to question this elderly lady." She pressed end on her phone. "Come on, Carlton. We have to get down to Wilmer's house and question an old lady that lives there."
Gus had drove Shawn back to the station, so they decided to hang out with the New Yorkers. He had a feeling that Shawn was just playing with him and would eventually go back out there and probably do something stupid, but he refused to think about that right now.
Shawn propped up against the wall. "So how's New York this time of year?" He asked casually.
Phoebe chuckled at his randomness. "It's cold," she answered. "So we decided to come to California hoping for warmer weather, and for a vacation." She thought a moment, then stood up and walked over to him. "So you sensing anything about this mystery person?" She asked.
Shawn exchanged a glance with Gus, then put his fingers to his head and closed his eyes. "Yes, this guy's name is Wilmer Jones. He lives in a big two story house with an elder woman who looks a bit like she would be his mother. I don't think he was after you though, you was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He knew that if he was to make you crash and then drive away from the scene, then the cops would show up."
"Come in, dear." The elder woman said, moving to the side to let the detectives enter. "What can I do for you?" She asked. "Did you come to question me about Wilmer too?"
Juliet nodded. "We sure did," she answered. "Do you know where he is or when he'll be back?"
The woman shook her head. "I don't know," she answered. "I just know he left a few hours ago."
Juliet exchanged a glance with Carlton, then glanced back at the woman. "Thanks for your time." She started for the door, then glanced over her shoulder. "Carlton? You coming?" She asked.
Lassiter was just glaring at the woman. "I'm coming, O'Hara!" He said, then followed her to the door.
I never did upload this chapter because I never was too happy about it, but I have decided to go ahead and upload it to see how the readers will react to it. Sorry there wasn't much comedy in this chapter. Welp, hope y'all have enjoyed it!
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