I made it long. Because looking back at my OTHER fanfiction that I wrote, I noticed that the chapters were long. And I decided that long chapters are the only way to go about things.
So enjoy my rambling mess of a story. Your constructive critisisum is EXTREAMLY welcome, because I have no clue what im doing.
"Carlton she's supposed to be in a booster seat." Juliet explained absentmindedly. Lassiter cringed and glanced at Mary through his rear view mirror. He had tossed her in the back of his Crown Vic and buckled her in without even considering that he was doing something wrong. Who knew children were so needy. Sighing heavily Lassiter ignored his partner and pulled into the psych offices parking lot. Pushing open his door Carlton stepped out of the car and walked to the back door. Another sigh escaped his lips when he saw all of the little greasy hand prints that covered the window behind the driver's seat. Looking up at the sky in frustration Carlton yanked open the door and waited for Mary to unbuckle herself. Mary Stumbled out of the car, still wearing nothing but Carlton's over sized white shirt, and some old sneakers that Juliet had managed to dig out of the lost and found at the police station. Grabbing the little girl's hand, Carlton headed towards the psych office.
"It looks like no ones here." Juliet pointed out, noticing that both the, Echo and the Norton were gone.
"They better be in there. Or I'll shoot them when I find them." Carlton grumbled angrily. Juliet rolled her eyes and pushed open the Psych office door, Shawn never locked it. Even when he left, which was one huge break in waiting to happen. Walking over to Shawn's desk Lassiter looked around the messy office. Random items littered the floor, pencils clung to the ceiling and a bunch of foods and snacks were stashed all over the room. The only thing missing from the room was one Psychic, and his pharmaceutical friend.
"Damn it!" Lassiter yelled letting go of Mary's hand. "Now what are we supposed to do? We need to talk to Spencer and see if he knows anything about Mary." Lassiterput his hands on his hips and watched as Mary shuffled over to the lockers on the other side of the room. Pausing for a second she opened the third one on the bottom and pulled out a box of Gushers. Turning around she flashed a smile at Lassiter and held up the box like it was some kind of prize.
"Do you think it's a coincidence that she knew those were there?" Juliet asked, watching as the little girl sat down on the floor and dug into her newly found snack.
"Not a chance." Carlton grumbled kicking a giant fly swatter that was lying on the ground. Suddenly the front door banged open, causing all three people in the room to jump in alarm. Mary jumped up off the floor and called out
"Mama?" Lassiter reached out to grab the little girl as she ran past him, but he was too slow. Mary stopped before she reached the front door and stood under the door frame leading into the other room, her face crest fallen as she watched whoever had just entered. Lassiter walked up behind the little girl to see who had walked just walked in. A mix of anger and relief flashed across his features when he saw that it was only Shawn and Gus.
"Spencer I…" Lassiter trailed off when he noticed that both Shawn and Gus were covered head to toe in dirt. Little scratches ran up and down their arms. There were even a few cuts on the two men's faces. One particularly nasty cut above Shawn's right eye was bleeding profusely. Noticing the detectives Shawn smiled brightly.
"Lassie! Jules!" His eyes widened when he saw Mary clinging to Lassiter's pant leg and staring up at him unhappily. "And our clients daughter? What's going on here?" Shawn asked, the smile dropping off his face.
"That's what we came here to ask you Spencer. And why are you covered in dirt?" Lassiter snapped glancing over at a tired looking Guster. Shawn smirked,
"Well, that's because we were out back, wrestling with a sumo wrestler by the name of Jorge Rodriguez." Shawn explained brushing a hand threw his dirty hair. Gus elbowed Shawn in the ribs.
"Sumo wrestlers come from Japan." He snapped angrily.
"So?"
"So Jorge is a Mexican name!" Gus grumbled grumpily. Shawn pursed his lips and blew out making a, 'Pfffing' noise.
"Well then why was his name Jorge?" Shawn asked, as if Gus was stupid. Gus rolled his,
"Because you just made that up!"
"Enough! Sit down!" Lassiter Suddenly yelled, pointing to the two easy chairs under the window labeled PSYCH. Shawn and Gus obeyed. Plopping down the two tired men stared up at Lassiter's unhappy face apprehensively. Lassitercouldn't decide which question to ask first, there were so many of them.
"How do you know her?" The head detective finally asked pointing to Mary who was still clinging to his leg and staring at Shawn.
"Well, she's our client's daughter." Shawn explained. Crossing his legs and smiling happily.
"She came in yesterday." Gus added, noticing the angry look on the head detectives face. Shawn nodded and jumped in, the smirk replaced with a serious expression.
"Her name is Mrs. Smith. And no I'm not joking, that was her actual name. Anyway her and that little girl came into the office yesterday. Mrs. Smith said she was being stalked and need our help to find her husband."
"Why? What happened to her husband?" Lassiter asked pulling his hand out of Mary's grasp. Mary just reached over and reinserted her hand into his.
"Mrs. Smith said that they had divorced one another before entering witness protection." Shawn explained irritated by the interruption.
"Who said anything about witness protection?" Juliet asked joining the conversation. Shawn just smiled at her.
FLASH BACK
Shawn flipped threw the TV channels. He was so incredibly board that it felt like his brain was melting.
"Guuuus! There's nothing to dooooo!" the pseudo psychic whined stopping on the news channel so that he could watch the pretty weather girl. It was going to be sunny and warm. Like always.
"Then read a book." Gus mumbled typing distractedly at his computer. Before Shawn could retort the front door opened quietly.
"Excuse me?" a small voice called out tentatively. Shawn stood up to face a potentially new client. It was a tall woman who looked to be about in her forties. She had long blond hair that fell in curly waves all the way down to the middle of her back and warm chocolate colored eyes that were full of worry and fear. Something was obviously bothering the women a great deal. Upon further inspection of the new client, Shawn noticed that she was wearing a wrinkled white shirt with a few stains on it. Her blue jeans were splattered with mud, and like her shirt, her pants also had a few light stains on them. Her long pale arm was attached to the arm of a little girl around the age of four or five. The little girl had wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her cloths were also in a similar state of disarray. His evaluation done, Shawn smiled warmly.
"How may I help you?" He asked, walking up to the two new people. Gus stood up as well and walked over to Shawn's side. Shawn looked down at the little girl. She stared at him for a few seconds before sticking out her tong and making an unhappy little grunting noise. Shawn made a face and was tempted to stick his tong back out at her in retribution, when the girl's mother suddenly spoke.
"Please you have to help me!" the women gasped looking around the room fervently. Shawn made a face at her, hadn't he just asked how he could help? "I'm being followed!" The women gasped, pushing her daughter further into the office and away from the windows and doors. The little girl ran away from her mother and began to search through the room and all of its various items. Grabbing a giant fly swatter she examined it, lost interest and tossed it on the ground.
"Why do you say that?" Gus asked ignoring the child. The women swallowed hard.
"My name is Mrs. Smith"
"Really?" Shawn asked making a face. The women ignored him.
"A few years ago my husband got in with some bad people. They came after me and my daughter. So I entered witness protection to get away from them." The women took a shuddering breath and looked over at her daughter. The little girl was ripping open a pack of gushers that she had found.
"Where's you husband now?" Shawn asked, getting the women back on topic.
"We spilt up before we entered witness protection. I didn't want to be connected to him in anyway. And he was, violent." Mrs. Smith's eyes suddenly became dangerously wet. Shawn grimaced, hoping she wouldn't cry.
"I think the men who were after my husband may have found me and my daughter! And their going to try and use US to find my husband!" The women cried, grabbing Shawn's sleeve. "But I have no clue where he is! I haven't seen him in almost four years!"
"Have you considered calling the police?" Gus asked, his voice lower then usual. Shawn rolled his eyes. That was his flirting voice. The women shook her head violently.
"NO! I can't go to the police! What if the people following me find out, and decide they have to stop me from talking!" Gus Sighed and pointed to the TV.
"You see that person." He asked pointing to Lassiter. The head detective was answering questions from the press. Both the little girl and Mrs. Smith followed Gus's pointing finger.
"That's de-"Shawn cut off his best friend.
"That's Detective Lassie face. Or just Lassie for short. But he has nothing to do with this. Now, please tell me, what was your name before you got it changed to Mrs. Smith?" Mrs. Smith nodded.
"My name was, Kristina Gubbard, My husbands name was Larry Gubbard."
END FLASHBACK
"And that's all that happened. She didn't say anything else. She just grabbed her child and ran out the door." Shawn explained looking over a Mary.
"She didn't tell you the kid's name?" Lassiter asked.
"She didn't tell us anything about the girl." Gus put in. Shawn looked over at Gus.
"Um, she told us the kid was her daughter." Shawn corrected. Gus glared at his best friend.
"Okay other then that, she didn't say anything about the girl." Shawn nodded and looked up at Lassiter.
"Why do you have her?" He asked.
"Because she won't leave me alone." Lassiter grumbled pulling his had away from Mary's, only to have the little girl persistently grab it again.
"Carlton found her covered in blood outside of the police station. And now she won't leave his side. Word of advice. Don't touch her, she goes nuts." Juliet warned, not wanting another scene like the one at the station. Shawn and Gus exchanged looks. Noticing the silent communication Lassiter asked,
"What?"
"Well it's just that…" Shawn sighed and glanced at the little girl.
"We went to Brad Pits house and-"
"Brad Pitt?" Lassiter asked completely confused.
"He means Mr. Smith." Gus clarified irritably.
"Noooo, Actually I meant Mr. Gubbard." Reaching down, Shawn picked a bag of Doritos up off the floor. Gus glared at his soon to be ex best friend.
"Shawn! This is serious! Stop making jokes." Sighing dramatically Shawn slumped in his seat.
"Okay, fine. We went to go see if we could track down Mr. Gubbard, stupid name by the way, and when we walked into his completely unlocked and open home we found nothing. The guy wasn't there. Happy?" Shawn grumbled stuffing some Doritos into his mouth.
"You broke into his house?" Lassiter asked peevishly. Shawn scoffed at Lassiter.
"Noo, didn't you just hear me say his door was wide open?" Shawn asked through a mouthful of chips. Lassiter turned his withering glare on Gus.
"There may have been some lock picking involved." Gus admitted, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat.
"But that's not all we found!" Shawn suddenly yelled, jumping up from his seat, sending his bag of Doritos tumbling to the floor. The bag spilled out on the ground in front of Lassie and Mary. Lassiter glared at Shawn.
"We found blood." Shawn admitted his face suddenly serious.
"And a lot of it." Gus added. Juliet's face went pale.
"Carlton!" She gasped gaining her partners attention. "Do you think it's possible that Mrs. Smith-"
"Angelina Jolie." Shawn correct. Juliet ignored him.
"Could have found her husband and went inside with Mary to go and see him?" She asked searching her partners face. Lassiter nodded and continued Juliet's train of thought.
"And when she found her husband, the men who were allegedly following her came in and killed them both!"
"And somehow Mary got away and made it to the police station!" Juliet added.
"Which would explain why she was covered in blood!" Lassiter exclaimed excitedly. Shawn looked over at Gus.
"Who's Mary?" He asked. Gus just shrugged.
"Oh, that's what I named the girl." Lassiter explained looking down at his little leech. "Mary!" Lassiter suddenly exclaimed noticing for the first time that the brunette was eating the chips that had spilled all over the ground. Mary looked up at him questioningly. "Don't EAT those! There dirty! Who knows when this idiot," he pointed at Shawn, "last cleaned his floors!" Lassiter grabed the chip out of the little girl's hand and tossed it on the ground. Mary looked up at Shawn, then back to Lassiter. Smiling brightly she pointed at Shawn and yelled,
"Idiot!" Taken aback Lassiter stared at the little girl and then smiled, almost fondly. Shawn locked eyes with Gus and pointed a finger at the little girl, as if he wanted conformation that this was really happening.
"Carlton..." Juliet warned dangerously. Shawn shook his head and decided that it was time for the attention to return to him.
"I'm sensing that your theory isn't exactly right!" The pseudo Psychic yelled regaining the attention in the room. Mission accomplished.
"And why is that?" Lassiter asked angrily.
"Because, when me and Gus went into the house, in a completely legal fashion, two men showed up." Shawn paused to add dramatic flare. Which irritated Lassiter to no end.
"And then they chased us threw the forest, while yelling: Gubbard, we have you're daughter." Shawn explained ominously. Lassiter glared at the pseudo psychic.
"You were chased by people who claimed to of been holding her hostage?" The head detective asked pointing down at Mary. The little girl was humming to herself, obviously board with all the talking. "And they thought you were Mr. Gubbard?"
"Yeah and we escaped by running threw the forest!" Gus added irritated by the situation. Shawn pointed to a cut on Gus's arm.
"He got cut by a branch."
"You ran into a tree!" Gus snapped pointing to the cut on Shawn's head. Shawn glared at him.
"That thing came out of no where Gus!" Shawn shrugged and abruptly walked off, leaving the people in the room to watch in stunned confusion as he approached a closet in the back of the room. Pulling open the door he walked inside and began to dig threw various piles of junk.
"What's he doing?" Juliet asked.
"Being an idiot." Gus mumbled. He had no clue what his friend was doing. He hardly ever did.
"Idiot!" Mary echoed smiling proudly up at Lassiter. A loud, 'AHA!' echoed out threw the closet and a few seconds later Shawn walked back into the room, carrying a huge box of small children's clothes. Gus made a face,
"Why the hell do you have that!" he gasped watching as Shawn dropped the box on the ground. Shawn sighed,
"It's a long story, it was Halloween and there was, alcohol, and that man that got pregnant was there along with some carrier pidgins- look! It's not important! Just be happy that I have them." Shawn snapped. Nudging the box towards Mary. The little girl giggled and reached into the box happily.
"Great." Lassiter looked up at Shawn. "Once she's all dressed, you two are going to take us to that house."
Bum bum buuum, worst chapter ending eeevvveeerrr! I don't know why I'm writing this story. I clearly have no clue where its going. Im not even writing it really, my dark and twisted muse, Malkia is writing it! That's right. My muse. I have four. Their names are all weird.
Review and maybe the next chapter wont suck.
