So we've just been hearing Lassie think and he's right, what kind of pyscho could do this? Guess you're going to find out. Also, some Shawn and Gus thrown in because I didn't want to make this chapter too short and this story needs some comic relief

Contemplation

The killer sat in the shadows of the dark room. He stared at the stainless steel operating table, which he had outfitted with straps right before he had taken his last victim, Sally. "What a pretty last name", he thought. "Sparrow." It was a shame that he wasn't able to save her. In fact, it was a shame that he couldn't save any of the other patients. And he had tried so hard. The shadowy figure sighed and rose from the wooden stool he had been sittting on. He looked down at his hands, bloodied from when he had cleaned the operating table, which now stood shining in the solitary lamp hanging from the ceiling. He slowly walked over to the large sink by the table and began washing the surgical instruments. Afterwards, he took the tools and wiped them down with antiseptic solution. He wanted the tools to be ready for his next patient.

With a sigh, he began to trudge up the stairs and into his bedroom. There, he pulled off his bloodied scrubs and threw them into the trash bag for later incineration. Although he knew that what he was doing was for the good of those people, the police didn't see it that way. It wasn't his fault those people died, he was just trying to help them. He also had a limited supply of anisthetic, so if he wanted it to last, there was no way he could use enough on each patient to knock them out for surgery. He had to just give them enough so they wouldn't feel most of the pain. Anyway, they would have thanked him if they had survived. He pulled on one of his favorite plaid shirts and left his house with his volunteer I.D. badge in hand. Guess he would have to go looking for another cancer patient in need.

"I'm telling you, Gus, when Lassie said to not mess around in his case, what he really meant was that he needed our help. I could psychically sense it" whined Shawn.

"No, Shawn, for the last time, no." Gus firmly replied. "You heard what he said and I don't ever want to know what it feels like to have both my thumbs broken."

"Oh Gus, why must you be scared. You realize that half the fun of being consultants for the SPBD is that we get to mess around with Lassie at least once every case, don't you?"said Shawn in his know-it-all tone.

Gus looked at him and shook his head, "And what's the other half of the fun, getting death threats from him?"

Shawn looked at him with delight,"You finally understand!"

"No Shawn, I was being sarcastic, I certainly don't enjoy messing with Lassiter, mostly because my personal safety is usually at risk."

"I can see where that might be a problem." mused the fake psychic detective ."We wouldn't want your chocolatey awesomeness to be ruined in any way."

"You know that's right." replied Gus. "I wouldn't want to be considered as damaged goods by the ladies because I had poked and prodded the irascible head detective of SBPD one too many times."

"Very well," sighed Shawn as he got up to grab his helmet and the keys to his motorcycle, "I guess I'll just have to go and visit Lassie in the hospital on my own."

"Wait. What?" Gus nearly shouted. "You can't go visit Lassiter, he's undercover! You might alert the killer that he's and undercover cop. And if you do that, Lassiter might actually take up that threat to kill you. As you're best friend, I can't let you do that."

Shawn smiled, knowing that he had completely won. "I guess we can take your Blueberry and we can go to the last crime scene. The hospital that the Sally Robin was at."

"Sparrow, Shawn." sighed Gus, and he got up to get his keys.

"What? Where's the sparrow? Gus?" said the pyschic.

"No, Shawn, I mean the girl. Her name was Sally SPARROW, not Robin."

"I've heard it both ways," muttered Shawn. "Anyway, lets get going before that sparrow you were talking about comes and pecks our eyes out."

"There are NO birds, Shawn, but if we're doing this I'm Rod Taylor."

Shawn sulked, "Dude, that is soooo not cool. You know I can't play Tippi Hedren, she's a woman."

"Oh just embrace your feminine side, I've seen you do it before." stated Gus. "Let's go now, you've really creeped me out with the talk about the psycho birds."

"Fine," said Shawn, though he wasn't willing to let that go.