same disclaimer as before with psych not being mine and all...
God, her eyes were gorgeous. They were hazel, just like mine. But hers are greener. Especially if she's wearing green. Which she just so happened to be wearing right now. Wait, what am I thinking? Keep your head in the game dude! Think about what's in front of you.
"Spencer!"
"I'm sorry, what was that Lassie? I zoned out there for a minute."
"I said… g… good work." Did Lassie just complement my work? I mean granted, it is over the phone because he's at the hospital with the previously dead guy. But still… I almost dropped my phone. I really wonder whether or not Jules was standing next to him with her gun out. He obviously got a confession from the guy. Hmm… I think that's a new record for me. Of course it was pretty straightforward. Not difficult in the least.
And Andy, well she passed with flying colors. Gus was the one who demanded that she take his place temporarily. I didn't have to say anything, it was awesome. As soon as we got back to the office, we told her and she was ecstatic.
"Alright, Andy, well you start tomorrow. Be here at 9. Oh, and before I forget, Shawn and I were wondering if you would join us for dinner tonight. So we can get to know you a little better, and vice versa."
"Yeah, sure! That would be great!" she responded eagerly.
"Chinese sound good?" Gus asked as he walked over to his desk.
"Dude, we just had Chinese, last night. And we finished the leftovers for lunch. I'm thinking Mexican. I'm in the mood for some burrrrrrrrrrritos."
"Shawn, we had Mexican two nights ago."
"And?"
"And we aren't having it tonight."
"Fine. Andy? What would you like to dine on tonight?"
"Oh, well… um, how about pizza?"
"Sounds delicious. Gus?"
"I'm good with it."
"Alright, everyone, to the Psychmobile!" I said as Gus tossed me the keys.
Andy giggled while Gus glared at me and said, "Shawn, I've told you a billion times, stop calling it that. We're not naming my car the 'Psychmobile'!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever dude," I replied as we walked out of the office.
After dinner we went for smoothies. "Rock, paper, scissors to see who has to go get them?" I asked.
"Ok, ready? 1, 2, 3… go!" Andy said. After only a day, she sure was fitting in really well with us. Gus had scissors, Andy and I had rock.
Gus sighed. "Ok, what do you guys want?"
"Hmm… I'll have pineapple," Andy said. Gus and I stared at her. "What?" she asked. "Pineapple is my favorite fruit." Gus's jaw dropped and if it was possible I think his eyes got wider.
"I… well alright. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Wait, Shawn didn't tell you what he wants, though."
"Oh, he doesn't have to. He only ever gets pineapple, it's his favorite too."
"Really?" she asked turning to me. "How long has it been your favorite?"
"My entire life. How about you?"
"The same," she said as she smiled. Man that smile…
"Here, you go guys," Gus said handing the smoothies through the window.
We got back to the Psych office at a little after ten because we stopped and got a copy of the office key for Andy. When Gus dropped us at the office, he offered to give her a ride home. She said yes and they left a few minutes later with a quick "Bye, Shawn. See you tomorrow." I figured Gus wanted to brief her more about how she would have to try to keep me out of trouble. Poor girl.
I pulled up to Psych the next morning before Gus, which surprised me. When I got inside, I was surprised a second time to find Andy asleep on the couch with two big, black garbage bags and a pretty medium sized box that were all full to bursting on the floor next to her. When she readjusted her position in her sleep I noticed her tear streaked face. I figured she was going to need something when she woke up so I went over to the blender and started adding the ingredients for my delicious orange pineapple juice. It's pineapple juice with a hint of orange flavor.
Just before I started to figure out how to mix the delicious tasty drink, I heard Andy mumble something in her sleep. I looked up just in time to see her roll over and fall off the couch. As I ran over to her, she sat up and looked around confused. "Are you ok?" I asked, concerned.
She looked over to me just realizing I was in the room and said, "Um... yeah I'm fine, thanks." She smiled but I still caught a hesitant look in her eyes as she stood up.
"I'm making fresh orange pineapple juice. Would you like some?"
"Yeah that would be great." As I turned on the blender, I cast a glance in her direction. She was now sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.
I walked over to her and handed her a cup. When I sat down next to her I asked, "You sure you're alright?"
Then she sighed and said, "Yeah, I just have a little headache."
"If you don't mind me asking, what's with the bags?"
"Oh, those… well, um; last night when Gus dropped me off, my landlady stopped me on the stairs and she told… told me that she was evicting me. Because apparently I was a week and a half late with this month's rent. And since I was late for the past two months, she decided that it was time to evict me and now I have nowhere to go 'cause my nearest family is in New Jersey… aren't I supposed to get some kind of warning or something?" she said with a sob.
I was in the process of comforting her, because I completely understood since it happened to me at least twice before, when Gus walked in. "Hey guys, I brought coffee."
We both looked up at him when he walked into the room. A look of confusion passed over his face as he saw me with my arm around Andy's shoulders and Andy wiping away tears. "What's going on?" he asked.
"Well, apparently Andy got evicted and has no family around. So last night when her landlady threw her out, she came to stay here for the night."
"Oh man, that's terrible," he said placing the coffee in front of us. "Oh, and I wasn't sure, but I think you mentioned something last night about not liking coffee, so I got you a cup of tea."
"Thanks, Gus," she said, looking grateful and smiled.
"Now, about your housing status, or lack thereof," I said, "I propose that, since Gus is going away for a month, you should stay at my apartment with me. Until, of course you find a new place to live."
Gus cast a questioning glance in my direction, which I completely understood. I mean we had only known her for a day. But to tell the truth I had this feeling that she wasn't going to be a temporary thing. Not after how she worked at the crime scene yesterday. She didn't have a degree in forensic science for nothing. She was going to be very helpful on certain cases that I couldn't completely trust Gus with. Call it… call it a psychic feeling if you will.
"Oh, Shawn thanks, but I don't want you to hav…" I put my hand up to stop her.
"Listen, I've been in this predicament at least twice before. I know exactly what you are going through. And back then, I didn't have anywhere to go when it did happen. I also know that had the opportunity arose and someone offered me a place to stay I would have jumped at it. It's pretty hard getting a new apartment, trust me on this one."
Both she and Gus looked at me. Then they both looked at each other. I could see the logic turning in Gus's eyes. I could also see Andy struggling with the decision. Finally, taking one more glance at Gus, whose expression clearly stated that my idea was brilliant… ok fine, he thought it was a highly logical idea at the most, she looked back at me and said, "If, you're totally certain that it's alright… sure, thanks a lot." After which she smiled and stood up. Excusing herself, she went to the bathroom to wash up.
"You're completely sure about this, Shawn?"
"Yeah, dude, I'm sure. I know what it's like. I really feel bad too. Plus, I'm getting a psychic feeling that she may become rather useful while you're on vacation."
"Shawn… actually, never mind. Hey, I've been thinking, do you think she may actually be more than a temporary assistant?"
"Truthfully, dude? Yes, yes I do."
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