A/N Anyone else psyched for Psych coming back? (I love bad puns!)
Shawn glanced at Juliet. Damn did she look pretty when she was worried. He resisted the urge to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes, mostly because he didn't want to be at the end of the knife she was clutching like a lifeline. She looked at him.
"Are you ready?" She whispered. Shawn frowned.
"For what?"
Juliet grinned. "For this"
She leapt out from behind the counter, and before the male attacker could react, she slammed into his knees, sending him crashing to the floor. She fumbled for his gun, raising it just in time. The female attacker cursed, and cocked her own weapon. Juliet slowly moved closer, glancing every so often at Lassiter, who was just starting to stir. This was going to be very difficult.
Lassiter squinted at the scene before him. His head hurt like the dickens, but he ignored it. He found himself staring at the backside of his attacker, a woman dressed in black. Normally, he would have been fine with this, but she was pointing her gun at his partner, and that was something he was definitely not fine with.
He lifted himself slowly off the ground, making sure as to not make eye contact with O'Hara. He crept forward, and swung his arm at the knees of his attacker. She cried out, and he grabbed her gun, being careful not to accidentally fire it.
"Hands in the air!" A voice cried from behind O'Hara.
He turned. McNabb, Dobson, and Chief Vick stood in the doorway, guns raised. He could hear four more officers behind him.
"Good job, Lassie!"
Lassiter groaned, and turned towards the snarky psychic.
"We don't need any shenanigans, Spencer!"
Shawn giggled.
"Shenanigans. No, don't worry, Lassifras. This isn't a shenanigan. It's murder." He gestured to behind Lassiter.
A body was clearly visible. The victim was wearing a suit, and in the pocket on his lapel was a hankerchief.
On the hankerchief was a symbol.
An eagle with a thorn.
"Shit."
Shawn sipped his smoothie, looking at his best friend with newfound admiration.
"Fearless Guster makes a reappearance! Long time no see, buddy!"
Gus rolled his eyes.
"I just called for backup, Shawn."
Shawn looked thoughtful.
"Have you ever noticed that on TV shows nobody ever calls for backup?"
Gus nodded, straightening his tie.
"I hear that. So, what did you get off the victim."
Shawn sighed.
"Well, this time the writing was in pen, not blood. So the victim was probably either poisoned, or strangled. I'm voting for poison, since there were no marks on the victims neck."
Gus frowned.
"But, then why were those mercenaries there?"
Shawn grinned.
"Wanna find out?"
"Well if it isn't my favorite psychic detective west of the Mississippi! Oh, and hello Guster!"
Shawn threw his arms out.
"Woody!"
The coroner wiggled his eyebrows, munching on his piece of Round Table pizza.
"To what occasion do I owe this honor?"
Shawn motioned towards the body on the table in front of them. Gus made a whimpering sort of sound, and turned his head. Woody pulled back the cover to reveal the man's neck and chest.
"This here's James Reynolds." He pointed to his chest, where Shawn could see an angry red circle.
"Let me guess, injection?"
Woody nodded, and tapped his nose.
"Very well done, Shawn. But do want to know what's interesting? The amount of poison in his body wasn't lethal. In fact, it wouldn't even have made him sick.
Shawn frowned.
"Huh. Well thanks, Woody. If you find any cool stuff on any bodies, let me know."
Woody nodded.
"You know I will."
Juliet and Lassiter sat down in the metal chairs of the interrogation room, staring straight at the woman across the table. Lassiter asked the first question.
"Jane Harrison, right? So what's the deal, did you just get hired, or are you a murdering liar like the rest of-"
"Carlton!" Juliet hissed. She turned towards Harrison.
"Who do you work for?" Harrison scoffed.
"Like I'd tell you. Listen, as much as I'd like to sit here, and play cops and robbers, I would much rather sit in a jail cell than be stuck her talking to you idiots." Juliet put up her hands defensively.
"Hey. Cool down. The sooner this is over, the sooner you can sit in that cell."
Lassiter clutched his head. This was going to be a long ass day.