Author's Note: JAMBA JUICE ACTUALLY EXISTS! I had no idea it was real, I thought Psych had made it up all along... but anyway, enough about my revaluations during Christmas Break.
Thanks to Shoki de nai I have decided just to call Lassiter David. It would make more sense, since he doesn't know who he is. Thanks for the advice!
Oh, and Dert, Idaho is a figment of my imagination. Well, there could be a small town called Dert in Idaho, but I sorta just made it up, so it is my own creation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of it's characters.
Bolting upright the man wrenched his hand out of the grasp of the stranger. "Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?" he asked, breathing so quickly and shallow he was in danger of hyperventilating.
"Hey, David, calm down." The stranger said, making shushing sounds, taking the man in the bed's hand again and rubbing calming circles on the back of it. "My name is Nick Lonkton and we are currently in Dert, Idaho."
The man blinked a few times, pulling his hand out of Nick's grasp again. "Well, Nick Lonkton, who exactly am I?"
-BACK IN SANTA BARBRA-
The guilt was literally eating Shawn alive. Well, not literally, that would be very painful. But everyone knew that somehow Shawn felt guilty for whatever happened to Lassiter. In the car ride to the warehouse the Head Psychic for the Santa Barbra Police Department didn't say one joke or flirt with the very pretty new rookie cop, Berghout. He didn't even try to figure out her first name.
Sure, good ol' Buzz tried to make some small talk about the weather or something random like that, but the conversations quickly died out. After about 10 minutes Buzz parked his police car in front of the warehouse, Shawn stumbling out after the three cops.
He would have to put up some sort of show, he was a psychic after all, even if it was a fake one. Plus, Lassie wouldn't want Shawn to not be crazy if he wasn't there. Well, that probably wasn't true, the detective would probably have been the happiest person in the world if Shawn stopped being 'psychic'.
The minute Shawn stepped inside the warehouse, he had an idea, even if it was a small one, about what had happened. There wasn't any blood on the floor, so obviously Lassie-face hadn't been hurt that way. People hadn't used this warehouse for a long time so there was a thin layer of dust coating everything, and in the dust Shawn could just barely make out footprints that looked as if there had been a small fight. There was also a long line in the floor that looked as if a body had been dragged somewhere.
Gulping Shawn hoped beyond hope that Lassie wasn't hurt, though he would have to have been hurt for someone to drag him off like that. But enough thinking about the poor detective, Shawn did have a job to do, and staring at the floor wasn't going to get Lassie back.
"Oh, I see it. There was a struggle!" Shawn said, running over to the nearest cop, who happened to be the newest rookie, Berghout, and grabbing her gun out of her holster.
Bronze, a total Lassiter wannabe, narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. "Mr Spencer, you are not to grab an officer's gun." he said, but Shawn just put up a hand. Glancing over at Buzz, Bronze rolled his eyes.
"There were 10 men, armed and dangerous. Detective Lassiter tried his best to hold them off, but even someone as amazingly as awesome as Lassie can't take on 10 men." Shawn said, reaching up and pretending to hit Berghout over the head with the handle of her gun. "One of them snuck up behind Lassie and hit him hard over his beautiful head!" he said, dropping the gun and falling to the floor as if someone had just hit him over the head. "Then... then one of the men grabbed poor ol' Lassidoodle and dragged him off!"
Smiling slightly Berghout bent down and grabbed her gun, putting it back in it's holster, before reaching over to Shawn and touching his shoulder gently. "Um... Mr Spencer, are you alright? I don't think it's very good to be laying face down on a concrete floor covered in dust."
Nodding, Shawn jumped up and brushed himself off. "Thank you Officer Berghout, but you know, during my visions I have no control of what I do. But I am very sorry for taking your gun and pretending to hit you over the head with it. I think the spirits like you." Shawn flashed a smile and winked at the rookie causing her to blush before bounding over to Buzz. "The spirits have a feeling the robbers won't want to kill Lassie, so they'll just deposit him someplace or keep him as a hostage."
Buzz nodded, grabbing out a notebook and scribbling down the information from their psychic detective. "Okay, I think that might be all the information there is, but Bronze and I will stay here, we'll go back in his car. Berghout, go take Shawn back to the station in mine."
The young officer nodded and walked out of the warehouse, Shawn following close behind.
The ride to the stations was rather quiet, both individuals deep in their thoughts. But Berghout broke the silence a few minutes before they arrived at the station. "So, Mr Spencer, do you know Detective Lassiter that well? You seem rather, um... you seem kinda upset and worried about all of this. You do know it isn't your fault, it isn't like you had a vision but decided not to tell the detective about it." The young officer glanced over at Shawn, a worried expression in her eyes. From what she knew of the Head Psychic for the SPBD this was not normal behavior for him, so something had to be wrong.
"Please call me Shawn, and yes, I'd say I know Lassie fairly well. I'm the only person who gets away with giving him nicknames. Though he won't let me call him Binky, which I don't get why, I think Binky is very masculine, don't you agree?" the fake psychic said, flashing a smile at Berghout before looking back out the window. He wasn't about to let anyone know that it actually was his fault. He hadn't had a vision, but he had withheld information from the detective.
Berghout laughed as she parked the police car in a spot and got out. "Okay Shawn, and ya, I guess your right. If anyone else called Detective Lassiter a nickname I think he'd rip their head off. I guess you two are pretty good friends." She waved before turning around and heading towards the station.
Shawn watched the young officer walk of the steps of the police station and sighed. He knew the girl had good intentions, but she was making him feel lousier than ever. Sighing again Shawn ran a hand through his hair and walked towards his bike. Jules wasn't there to flirt with and he didn't have Lassie to tease so there was no point sticking around. Just as he put his helmet on, Shawn heard his name being yelled out. Turning around he saw Berghout running towards him.
"Hey, Shawn, the chief just gave me my lunch break an hour early. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go get something with me." She seemed flushed, but that was probably just from running down the steps to get to him before he left.
Smiling Shawn took his helmet off. Hopefully they would talk about something other than Lassiter. "Ya, I'd like that. Wanna grab a smoothie?"
-ABOUT 15 MINUTES LATER IN DERT, IDAHO-
"Okay, so let me make sure I got all of this. My name is David Tast, I used to live in Maryland but moved out here because I hate the city, I don't exactly have a job but sometimes I help you on your farm, and I love cats and pigs?" David really wasn't sure about the last part, he had the feeling there had been a very bad experience with a cat in his past, but Nick did seem to know what he was talking about. And it wasn't like David had any other clue to who he was, plus this David dude seemed pretty cool.
Nick nodded, smiling brightly. "Yes, exactly. Your also the most sensitive and nice guy around, you could never hurt a fly." the man added, scooting his chair a bit closer to David's bed.
"But that still doesn't explain what I was doing in that forest all dressed up with a huge bump on my head Nick." David said, reaching up and feeling the massive bump on his head. Wincing he dropped his hand only to pull it back and place it under the covers. Nick seemed to have something about holding his hand. Did normal people do that? Maybe they were just really good friends. Good friends held hands sometimes, right?
Nick sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I really have no idea what happened. My only guess would be you drank way to much, which is odd, because you hardly ever drink."
The man in the bed nodded. That made sense. "Maybe I went to a party or something." He shrugged and laid back down, pulling the cover up to his chin.
Smiling softly Nick stood up and bent over David, kissing the man's forehead. "Sweet drams David, I'll be back when you wake up." With that the man walked out, looking back at David once more before heading to the kitchen.
David blinked a few times, unsure of what just happened. Maybe good friends did that too, that had to be it. Snuggling deeper into the covers David decided he'd think about it later. Right now he needed sleep.
-Still In Idaho, But In Nick's Kitchen-
Nick sighed and leaned up against the counter. Maybe this wasn't right, what if David, or whoever he was, realized he really wasn't David Tast? Plus, the man probably had someone who loved him looking for him, like that Spencer dude he kept mentioning in his sleep.
Glancing over at David's room Nick smiled. No, it was the right thing, David would have been wandering around the forest forever and probably been attacked by wolves if he hadn't been found by those boy scouts and brought here. Plus, David Tast, who Nick had made up, seemed like a good guy, and now he would finally have someone to help around the farm.
And it didn't hurt that David was pretty damn hot.
So, I hope it's good.
Please review or poor Shawn may never find Lassie! I'd also like to thank everyone who has already posted reviews, just looking at them makes me smile.