Chapter 4

By dramatic13

(Shawn POV)

"I need you to make me get back to my old life!" I said.

"Old life? I have no idea what you are talking about!" Lassie replied.

"Look, in my other life I was a psychic for the SBPD and you were the head detective. You basically hated my guts and I annoyed you to death with my best friend Gus. Gus also worked with me, but he is not psychic. We had a business called Psych and you didn't believe that I was psychic. But that's not the point. The point is, I need to know Gus again and I need you to be Lassie! As weird as this sounds, I miss the old Lassie!"

"I kinda look like a freak show talking to you here, but I will do ANYTHING to be head detective! It would be nice to finally show head detective Spencer that I AM the best. He is one snooty son of a b****"

"See Lassie? You are already acting over-confident and you already hate my other self! And you are firing out insults! We are getting the old Lassie back!"

"I'm just mocking your other world self, Spencer. What do I need to do to get you back to your old life and me back to mine?" Lassiter asked.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. I will haunt you tonight at nine. I will tell you my plan then."

"Great. I am so looking forward to having to take orders from you." Lassiter said sarcastically. "By the way, I want you to divine me some stuff when you come over. I'm interested in this psychic stuff."

"Interested in psychic stuff? Maybe I was wrong. This isn't the old Lassie." I thought to myself as I heard other Shawn yell.

"Lassiter! You come back here RIGHT NOW before I press charges!"

"Sorry detective." Lassiter said shyly.

"You mean HEAD DETECTIVE, don't you?"

"Yes, I did. Sorry head detective."

"Good. Now come over here and try to be useful, even though that will never happen."

"Okay Shawn. See you at nine" Lassiter whispered just so I could hear as he was shuffling over to where the dead body lied.

"Wow. I am one mean dude. Other world Shawn needs to grow a heart" I said. "By the way, how are you doing in this world?"

"Oh, I am unhappily married to a gold-digger named Kendra and I have two ungrateful children. Also, I have to work overtime every day just to keep up with my family's high-maintenance life style. How do you think I'm doing Shawn?" Gus said.

"Apparently not well. Can you help me with this plan of mine?"

"Do you mean help you come up with it or help put it in action?"

"The second one."

"No can do. I can't interfere with this life-lesson. If I did, I would be in B-I-G trouble with my boss."

"Who's your boss?"

"I can't tell you!"

"Fine Gus. I will just do this myself. I have been doing that a lot lately."

"Good luck! You are going to need it, especially when you are trying to work with Lassiter. Even though he's not the one giving orders, he is still tough to work with and tougher to understand where he's coming from."

"Yeah let's just hope he won't threaten to shoot me."

"Haha. Very funny Shawn. See you after you meeting."