Part two of my two-shot thing. I might need another chapter to finish this so I'll let you know at the end of the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, Phantom of the Opera, Lady Gaga or iPhone.
Overly Protective Detail (Times 2)
Shawn's vision blurred as he regained consciousness. He attempted to rub his eyes, but his hands were chained to the arms of the chair he was sitting in. As his vision was restored, he saw the masked man (who was now unmasked) sitting behind a desk across from him.
The man was completely bald, with a large hawk-like nose and thin, pursed lips. He was wearing a black pinstriped suit with a red tie and Italian pointed shoes. His broad shoulders moved like mini mountains as he leaned forward to
"Good morning, psychic!" the man said happily.
"You know, I have a name. I'm not the Phantom of the Opera!"
The man chuckled, balancing a familiar green-cased phone with two fingers, "I didn't know you were a musical fan."
"Is that my iPhone?" Shawn cried.
"Well, yes. You've got some very nice pictures on here. I especially liked the ones of you, the black guy, and the gray-haired cop. He looked annoyed and you and your black friend were smiling. It was very funny," the man said, sounding amused. "And who's the girl I keep seeing pop up? Another cop? A girlfriend? Maybe both?"
"You barely know anything about me. Why would you want to kidnap me?"
"Easy, my fine psychic friend," the man said, crossing around the desk to stand in front of him. "I want to learn your gift. I want to be a psychic and only you can help me."
Shawn just looked at the man for a second, then threw back his head and laughed.
"What's so funny?" the man hissed, grabbing Shawn by the neck. The pseudo-psychic gagged and stopped laughing.
"Well, it's like that Lady Gaga song. You've got to be born this way. I can't just teach you to be a psychic," Shawn explained cautiously.
"Is that so?" the man released Shawn's neck and rubbed his pointed chin thoughtfully. "I'll give you an hour to think of a good teaching strategy or it's lights out. For good."
"All right, man. But I'm warning you, I'm a little ADD so I might not be ready by…." Shawn was cut off again by the man's hand around his neck.
"You will take this seriously," the man growled. He released Shawn's neck and pulled up a picture on Shawn's iPhone. "Or you'll never see them again."
He slapped Shawn on the back of the head so his head shot forward. Right in front of him was the bright screen of his iPhone. And on the screen was a picture of Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet at the New Year's party, smiling up at him.
"One hour. Starting…..now!" the man cried as he left the room, leaving Shawn to look at the photo and try to think of a way out of this.
HHHHHH
Juliet sat up with a gasp. She never should've let Shawn talk her into renting Paranormal Activity. There was something about things she couldn't shoot running around a house that scared her out of her wits.
Speaking of Shawn, where was he? It was only eight and Shawn was never up before eleven.
"Shawn?" she called, walking through the swinging door into the kitchen. Nothing.
She tried his bedroom, his bathroom, and even the closet (because this was Shawn she was looking for and he could be anywhere). She walked out on the balcony that gave a lovely view to the parking lot. His motorcycle was still parked next to Gus's car.
She hurried back inside and shook Gus awake.
He jolted up, "What, who? Oh, Juliet. What's wrong?"
"Shawn's gone," she informed him nervously.
"Try calling him," Gus suggested tiredly.
She dialed Shawn's number and tapped her foot nervously as the phone started ringing.
HHHHH
Check yes Juliet, are you with me? Rain is falling down on the sidewalk I won't go 'til you come outside.
Shawn made an unsuccessful reach for his phone, seeing as his hands were still tied. He tried to hit the "Answer" icon with his nose, but the phone was too far away. As a last resort, he attempted to stand, before realizing that his legs were also chained to the chair.
He swore silently, before gazing at the picture of Juliet on the screen and singing along to the lyrics (more to comfort Jules than to comfort himself), "I'll keep tossing rocks at your window. There's no turning back for us tonight."
He slumped down in his seat, feeling somewhat defeated as "One Missed Call" flashed on the screen.
HHHHHH
Lassiter had his nose so deeply buried in a manila folder that he didn't realize Juliet and Gus standing in front of him until his partner's hand slammed down on his desk.
The detective jumped, "O'Hara! What the hell?"
After realizing how much force she had accidently used, Juliet blushed and said, "Sorry, partner. But Shawn's missing and I need you to trace his cell phone."
"He could be at the grocery store or something," Lassiter suggested.
"He would've left a note," Gus informed the head detective.
Lassiter leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"Don't lean back and sigh!" Juliet snapped suddenly. "Run the trace!" Hearing her own tone, she added a sheepish, "Please."
HHHHHH
The man re-entered the room after an hour, clutching a plate with a large sub sandwich and a few potato chips.
"Hello, psychic! Want half?" he asked with a laugh in his dark blue eyes.
"Sure. As long as it's not…"
"It's roast beef."
"Thanks a lot," Shawn sighed.
"I hope you're ready to teach me all I need to know to be as great of a psychic as you," the man said, putting his feet up on the desk.
"Hmm, can we take this outside?" Shawn asked deviously, a plan emerging in his mind. "I think the spirits would be better able to connect with us out there."
The man studied Shawn for a minute, considering his idea thoroughly before saying, "Very well, psychic. But any tricks, and I'll blow your pretty head off."
He rose from behind his desk and grabbed a gold-plated gun from a drawer. The man removed a small key from inside his jacket and unlocked the shackles that pinioned Shawn's legs and arms to the chair.
Shawn rose, rubbing his wrists and said gratefully, "Thanks, man. My wrists were killing me."
"I don't think so, psychic," the man grinned, slapping a mobile pair of handcuffs onto his hands. "We don't want any mistakes."
"Of course not," Shawn muttered in an annoyed tone as the man led him out the door and outside.
Two Hours Later
"I….don't think….this is going so well," Shawn breathed, exasperated.
"That makes two of us," the man growled, pulling his hand back to slap the pseudo-psychic across the face again.
"Forgot to mention…..nice place," Shawn mustered a grin as his own blood dribbled from his nose.
"Yes. I know. My line of work supplies me with this beautiful vista," the man boasted proudly.
"Good….for you," Shawn praised sarcastically.
"Now, back to work! Or you can kiss my gun's butt again!"
HHHHHH
Gus clutched the back of Juliet's seat as Lassiter's car sped faster and faster on the dirt road towards Thomas Fallow's mansion.
"Make the right," Juliet told her partner. The car swerved a sharp left onto a cobblestoned road.
A mansion was growing taller and taller as the car sped towards the nearing house. Lassiter suddenly slammed on the breaks and the car's passengers lurched forward.
"Damned gate came out of nowhere," Lassiter growled.
Sure enough, a large black gate was preventing the car from proceeding to the house.
Drawing their guns, the two cops leapt out of the car with Gus right at their heels.
HHHHH
"One more time! I think I've almost got it," Fallow ordered with a giddy, excited tone in his voice.
"I bet," Shawn sighed. His head was throbbing and he knew he probably had a nice big black eye to match his bloody nose and red slap mark.
"Shh, let me focus." Fallow closed his eyes, leaned back against a tree, and put a hand up to his temple.
Shawn rolled his eyes and hoped he didn't look like that when he pulled a psychic act. At least he could make it look believable. He figured being a pseudo-psychic was like wearing a turtleneck: only certain people could pull it off.
Quietly, Shawn rose from the stone bench he was seated on and crept away from the patio.
"Psychic! I can see you running!" Fallow called.
"Aww, your first vision," Shawn called back.
"No, I can literally see you running!"
Shawn's heart (and legs) sped up as he craned his neck to see Fallow running towards him. The flash of Fallow's gold-plated gun made Shawn go even faster.
I'd better tell Lassie how hard it is to run in these things, Shawn thought as his useless, cuffed hands swung uncomfortably behind him.
A shot echoed through the air and Shawn dove to the side, rolling through the brush into the woods that surrounded Fallow's land. The psychic scrambled to his feet and continued his awkward jog through the woods.
HHHHHH
Juliet ran through the trees rather ungracefully. Heels and the woods never mixed. Gus was doing worse, though. He was stumbling and running his awkward, arm-flailing run.
She stopped when she reached a clearing, lowering her gun and scanning the area. Gus skidded to a halt beside her.
"What?" he whispered.
"Jules! Gus! Over here!" a familiar voice called from behind a bush.
"Shawn!" Gus cried happily. The two cut through the thick, green clearing and knelt down next to the psychic in the brush. Juliet removed his handcuffs and Shawn rubbed his wrists gratefully.
"Miss me?" Shawn grinned.
Juliet put her hands on Shawn's cheeks and crushed her lips onto his.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said happily after the kiss was over.
"Well, well. Good job, psychic. I can only wonder how long it took you to win that one," Fallow chuckled harshly.
"Five years," Gus informed the rich man.
The bald man threw back his head and laughed, "Five years! Good one. Now, really?"
"Dead serious, man," Gus shook his head sadly. "Five long, complain-y years."
"I never complained! I only swallowed sadness after every rejection and then used you as my psychologist. Big difference, buddy," Shawn argued.
"Sorry I made you swallow sadness," Juliet planted a kiss on his cheek sympathetically.
"You've more than made up for it, my lovely little pineapple."
Fallow suddenly fell foreword, with a dazed look on his face. Lassiter stood behind him with disgusted look.
"Like I said, the more I here, the more I feel the need to tell the Chief," Lassiter sighed, picking Fallow up off the ground and jamming his hands into a pair of handcuffs.
As Lassiter led Fallow off, Shawn wrapped his arms around Juliet and kissed her hungrily.
Did you like it? Yes, I know I'm obsessing over Check Yes Juliet. Review, por favor!
