A/N- Still going up the list, only to realize that most of my White Collars are one-shots. I now have to get out of the casual-con-artist-working-for-the-FBI perspective out of my head, and dig into the spunky-fake-psychic POV. Should be fun trying to flip cold turkey. Hmmm, food. I think I'm getting close. Let me know what you think, as always. =-)
Three Days Ago
Gus stood aways apart from the body, right at Juliet's side. It was the same place he usually stood, because no one wanted to be in the way when Shawn and Lassiter got into it. Which they always would. Even McNab had learned to stay out of the detective's way when Spencer was involved.
Standing next to Gus was Henry Spencer. It had not gone unnoticed by Gus that Shawn's father was becoming somewhat of a common sight at their crime scenes. Shaking his head, Gus turned his attention back to Shawn. He was deep in the middle of a "psychic" trance.
"Spiders. I see spiders. And they're pulling me. . . " Shawn stuck out his arm and strutted around as if being led by his hand.
"They're taking me to a body. And they bite with metal teeth. Now it's red. Red everywhere. What's that spider-spirits?" He called out, his voice rising an octave and then dropping to a whisper.
"Spider venom." He said.
"Thanks so much Spencer." Detective Lassiter snapped, pushing past Shawn and ducking under the yellow police tape.
"We now know that Neil McGovern was killed by giant spiders." He remarked sarcastically. Jules and Gus rolled their eyes. Henry grimaced, and walked to go talk to Chief Vick. Shawn only grinned comically.
"No. Not giant spiders, Lassie-Boo. He was injected with a lethal amount of venom." He said smugly.
"Come on Gus, let's go. I have a sudden craving for french fries. Anybody else want some? No? Oh well, I think there's a really good seafood-slash-fry place down the street." With that Shawn turned and walked away, Gus following close behind him.
The detectives just watched the man walk away. There was no stopping him if he wanted something anyway.