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Chapter 4- Blast From the Past

Gus was just finishing cleaning up the last of the glass from the picture window and putting up some plastic he had to pick up at the hardware store down the street when Shawn rushed in the office.

"GUS! Interesting news!" Shawn yelled as he entered.

When Shawn came through the door leading to the office, Gus instantly went into panic mode. There was a hole in Shawn's shirt over his heart and trickles of blood around his mouth that had not been completely wiped away. Gus rushed to the fridge and grabbed a blood bag, knowing his friend would need it. Shawn had made it a point to have at least three in the fridge at all times. Gus knew he didn't want a repeat of his incident with Buzz but Gus made Shawn keep the bags well away from his food.

"Oh my God Shawn! What happened?" Gus exclaimed shoving the blood at Shawn. It took a second before Gus realized what he had just done. He was face to face with blood, in his hand, on his friend… and he was fine.

Shawn saw Gus' eyes widen in surprise and stare at the blood in his hand. Shawn slowly smiled when he realized Gus had just faced his phobia because he was worried about him. "Buddy! Look at you all brave and ignoring your fear of blood for me." Still smiling he took the blood from Gus' hand and set it down before taking his ruined shirt off.

Large streaks of crimson were plastered to Shawn's torso in a spread pattern from the center of his chest. Unfortunately, that was too much for Gus, concern for his friend or not. He covered his mouth and ran for the bathroom.

"Gus! C'mon! It's not even fresh!" Shawn called after his retreating friend. Sighing and looking down, he walked to the sink and started washing off.

A few minutes later Gus appeared out of the bathroom wiping his mouth. Thankfully by then, Shawn was finished cleaning up and his shirt was now in the garbage and double bagged.

"You alright there?" Shawn asked concerned. He honestly felt bad.

Gus nodded and asked, "Are you?" before gesturing to Shawn's bare chest.

Shawn touched the skin over his heart. "Yeah uh… my dad took it upon himself to decide it was a good idea to poke at my inner vampire with a stick."

Gus' eyes widened in realization. "He staked you? He has issues."

"Couldn't agree more buddy." Shawn headed to one of the lockers and pulled out a spare shirt. Before he was able to put it on Gus stopped him.

Gus gave Shawn a suspicious look. "Shawn, have you been working out?"

"No, not really…" Shawn, confused, watched as his friend approached him.

"Cuz you are looking a bit more in shape if you know what I mean." Gus squinted and poked Shawn's stomach and pectorals.

Quickly slapping Gus' hand away Shawn complained, "Dude, I'm pretty sure what you are doing is called 'Bad Touch."

Gus tisked at Shawn who started to hastily put his shirt on. "I was just making an observation. You do that all the time."

"I follow the look and don't touch policy." Shawn explained haughtily.

Giving his friend and incredulous look Gus asked, "Since when?"

"I dunno!" Shawn exclaimed in a whiny voice. "Maybe since the one getting touched is me."

"C'mon son!" Gus sneered before dropping the subject.

The office was silent for a couple minutes as Shawn grabbed a couple things from his desk. Turning to Gus he asked, "I have to get over to the station. You want to come?"

"As long as we take my car. You have been driving like a maniac since you got yours, or since you became practically invincible." Shawn couldn't argue with that. "Besides I have to take it in to get the glass replaced before my boss sees it when I go to work tomorrow."

"Speaking of…" Shawn pointed at the picture window.

"It's going to be fixed today. All this replacement is going to use up everything we made on our last case, which was over two weeks ago I might add." Gus frowned.

Getting defensive, Shawn glared at Gus. "Not my fault. Anyway if we get in on this case, since it literally happened in our back yard, we will be able to get some cash."

"When you came in you said there was some big news? Did you find something out?"

"Yeah!" Shawn was getting excited again. "You know the horrible amount of perfume that woman was wearing? I thought it was probably to throw off my senses so I wouldn't know she was a vampire." Shawn held out both hands in an accentuating gesture. "BUT, it also blocked her senses as well. You see? She had no clue that I was a vampire too!"

Gus looked at Shawn confused, "If she didn't know you were a vampire than why was she wearing all that perfume in the first place?"

"That's the thing! She was trying to hide from a vampire, just not me. Ergo, the one who was after her was a vampire." Shawn grinned.

"Don't you think that is a bit convenient? You have been a vampire for less than two weeks and one just happens to walk into our office?" Gus raised an eyebrow.

Shawn knew Gus was right. It was too big of a coincidence. Someone had to have told her something about their agency. "Well if it does have something to do with another vampire we have to keep that information out of the SBPD's hands. Mick told me there were very few vampires in this area and if anything happened no one would really mind if I helped take care of it."

Gus chuckled, "You taking care of it, that's good."

"Fine! You don't have to come." Shawn said grabbing his car keys. "I will solve this heinous vampire on vampire crime myself, and get all the glory." Smirking, he started to walk out but was mentally counting down the seconds before Gus cracked.

"Three…"

"Two…"

"One…"

"Fine Shawn! I'll go!" Gus jogged to catch up to Shawn. "But remember if we get in in trouble, you are the one who gets shot, not me."

"That's fair." Shawn agreed and headed out the door.


"Chief I don't care whether it landed right in Spencer's lap or not! The station needs this one!" Carlton had been trying to reason with Chief Karen Vick for a while to let him take the bombing case. He raised his eyebrows and gestured for his partner Juliet to agree with him. "You know she technically didn't even hire him before she died."

Exasperated, Karen put her head on her desk. "Detective Lassiter, Mr. Spencer already has the pertinent information on this case. Even if I don't give it to him do you really think that he will stop looking?" Raising her head to look at her detectives she continued. "I would rather pool our knowledge and resources to catch this person quickly than have everyone doing their own investigation."

"CHIEF!" All heads turned towards Buzz McNabb as he came in carrying a file. Buzz looked uncharacteristically grim. "The forensics are back on the explosive. It contained the same accelerant compound that was found at the arson fires from all over the state!"

Standing and placing both hands on her desk Karen stated, "It's settled then. I will contact the Bureau of Criminal Apprehension. They should have the information on the rest of the arson fires and we can let them know what we have. O'Hara, I need you to call the Psych detective agency and have them get here ASAP…"

"Too late Chief!" Shawn announced his presence to the room as he entered the office with Gus. "I felt the psychic vibrations that I was needed and here I am." Shawn spread his arms wide in a 'ta da' motion.

Shawn looked at Juliet and saw a disapproving look so he cut the theatrics. He still didn't know what her position was towards his past deception so he decided to keep it low key for now. "Uh, what did you need us for Chief?"

"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster. Glad you could join us." Karen motioned for them to sit. Shawn grabbed the chair next to Juliet and gave her good hand a comforting squeeze. Gus had to take the seat on the other side of Carlton.

"Gentlemen, it was just confirmed to me that the car bomb that went off in your parking lot is linked to the arson fires that have popped up around the state in the last few months." Looking at Shawn, Karen continued. "Have you picked up on anything Mr. Spencer?"

Putting both hands to his head and closing his eyes, Shawn stated. "I get a strong feeling that this 'Sandra' knew who was after her. Knew who wanted her dead."

Juliet interrupted, "Sandra Williams' name is actually Cynthia Davis. She moved to the area within the last four years. Her house was the last to have been burned down by the arsonist."

Remembering the news broadcast on the TV this morning Shawn described the house to the group. "I see a white mansion. Both the main house and the adjoining greenhouse were completely destroyed."

"Very good Mr. Spencer." Karen gave Shawn an approving look but Carlton just rolled his eyes and Juliet pursed her lips.

"Yeah, I am really going to have to talk to her." Shawn reminded himself before realizing Karen was not finished.

"Since you seem to be getting strong readings from the victim, I want you to see if you can find out who would have wanted her dead and maybe we can get a suspect. Now detectives…" Karen said turning to Juliet and Carlton. "I need you to see if you can talk to the BCA when they get here and find out the details on the previous fires. We need to know if there were any other survivors because according to what I have been hearing on the news there were none until Cynthia. Whoever is setting these fires is out to kill any witnesses so keep in touch and PLEASE be careful."

"Sure thing Chief." Shawn was the first one to hop up out of the chair. "I will go see what Woody found in the autopsy. Coming Jules?"

"Sure, Carlton and I need to talk to him too. We need to see what kind of damage this accelerant caused." Carlton nodded in agreement and headed out to the coroner's office.

Letting Juliet and Gus go first, Shawn ended up being the last one in the room with Karen. He was just about to leave when he heard a faint sound. Stopping suddenly Shawn glanced at Karen who had just sat down to finish writing some reports.

Noticing Shawn was not leaving she asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with Mr. Spencer?"

"SHHHH!" Shawn shushed Karen and closed his eyes to listen.

A little offended at Shawn's actions but more curious than anything Karen watched as Shawn came closer to her with his eyes closed and is head cocked as if listening to something. Shawn put his hands out and walked around her desk coming to a stop right in front of her.

Opening his eyes after following the sound Shawn realized he was standing right in front of Karen. He could have sworn this is where the sound was coming from. It was an extremely faint beating hum that was almost hard for him to hear. Shawn offered his hand and motioned for Karen to stand up.

Karen tentatively took Shawn's hand with raised eyebrows and stood as Shawn dropped to his knees and put his head to her stomach. Her eyes widening at the psychic's actions she awkwardly stated. "Mr. Spencer, this is not appropriate…"

Shawn smiled, finally getting what he was hearing. Standing up abruptly he saw Karen's face was beat red and had a very embarrassed look on it. "Sorry Chief." Shawn apologized. "I just wanted to congratulate you. I think it might be a boy this time." Shawn was just guessing at the gender but he knew for sure that Karen was pregnant due to hearing the baby's heartbeat.

Karen's mouth opened in shock. She had just found out less than a week ago that she might be pregnant and it took Shawn all but two minutes to figure it out. A loud cheer from outside the office caused both of them to look out the windows. Apparently Juliet, Gus, and Carlton had turned around once they realized Shawn was not behind them and peeked in the windows and saw the whole thing. The rest of the station had noticed and stopped to watch with them.

As the cheers died down and Karen stopped blushing, she looked into Shawn's grinning face and whispered. "Thank you for the nice gesture Shawn but next time try to refrain from doing anything so embarrassing again."

"I make no promises Karen." Shawn whispered back. "My visions are beyond my control sometimes and the spirits just don't seem to understand personal boundaries."

Trying not to laugh, Karen shooed Shawn out of her office and shut the blinds on the window her detectives and Gus were gazing through. Going back to her desk Karen realized that since the whole station knew she was going to have to let her husband know too before he found out from someone else. She shook her head again at Shawn's antics and dialed her husband's cell. "Hey hon it's Karen, I have something I need to tell you…"


When Shawn walked out of the Chief's office Carlton grabbed him by the arm and whispered curiously, "How did you know? I didn't see or hear anything."

Knowing Juliet was close enough to hear Shawn brushed off the question and started walking down towards the morgue, "Lassie, as much as I would love to explain the awesomeness that is ME, I think we might want to focus on the victim."

Carlton narrowed his eyes at Shawn. It wasn't like him to cut to the chase so quickly and the exchange between him and his partner did not go unnoticed. Filing the information away for later Carlton started explaining to Shawn what they had so far on the victim. "As O'Hara said the victim Cynthia Davis moved from LA to the outskirts of town a few years ago. All we got on her is that she ran some kind of horticulture business out of her home. Rare plants and the like." Turning to Juliet Carlton almost whined, "How does someone get so rich by raising and selling plants?"

Gus was the one who answered, "There are many types of plants. It depends on if they were for decorative purposes or medicinal. A lot of experimental drugs are derived from plants and people who raise them can make a lot of money."

Grumbling at being showed up by Shawn's sidekick Carlton barked, "Who asked you Guster?" as they entered Woody's office.

Woodrow Strode, coroner, stood examining a pile of ash in the middle of his examination table. He was taking bits of the pile and putting them into separate beakers for chemical analysis and barely noticed the foursome arrive.

"Woody! If it isn't my favorite minion." Shawn started to give Woody a fist bump but noticing his hands were full he ended up giving him a hesitant air bump instead. "Your face is looking a bit better"

"Hey guys… and lady." Woody acknowledged Juliet with a small bow. "I guess our resident dust pile here is what brought you to see me today? As per your instructions detectives I have officially cut out any and all mention of complete combustion due to vampirism." Carlton and Juliet had left him a message earlier that it might be a vampire so Woody needed to get creative when it came to the autopsy results.

"Thanks for that Woody. Did you find out anything having to do with the explosion?" Juliet asked. "The lab guys said that some kind of accelerant was used in the bombing and it matched the other arson fires."

"Yes actually, there are some titanium particles in the ashes." Woody poked at the pile on the table.

"Why would someone use titanium to blow someone up?" Carlton asked confused.

Woody shook his head. "They wouldn't. The titanium is most likely leftovers from Titanium Hydride. It is a compound that in powder form can cause massive explosion when the hydrogen atoms burn off." Woody made a boom gesture with his hands. "It leaves the titanium as a residue."

"So whoever did this wanted an intense flame so whoever was exposed to it had no time to escape." Carlton stated.

Shawn had been listening to the others and started forming an idea. "Guys! If Cynthia knew another vampire was after her and if these arson cases are connected… what does that say about the other victims? Could they have been vampires too?"

Carton and Shawn looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously grabbing at their phones and dialing Mick's number. Shawn already had his phone up to his ear before Carlton was even done punching in the area code. "It's called speed dial Lassie." Shawn gloated as the defeated detective grumbled and put his phone away.


Miles away in LA, Mick St. John woke with a start. His phone was ringing. Groaning, he got up from his freezer and looked at the clock. It was barely past 1pm. "Man there better be a good reason for this." Mick grumbled as he got up and reached for the phone ringing and vibrating on the counter. The caller ID said it was Shawn Spencer and Mick's frustration disappeared. He did tell him to call anytime if he needed anything so it was his own fault for being woken up.

"St. John." He answered tiredly.

Shawn's excited voice came over the line. "Hey there man, sorry to call so early but I have a question for you. We have a bit of a situation and I need you to let me know if you have heard of a vampire named Cynthia Davis."

Mick nearly dropped the phone. He knew her alright. "She is my ex-wife's best friend. Was even at our wedding. I haven't spoken to her in years." Not since the whole debacle with his wife and the temporary cure four years ago.

Over the receiver Mick heard Shawn say, "He knew her." Followed a small scuffle accompanied with slapping sounds. Carlton's voice came over the phone next.

"Cynthia Davis was killed in a car explosion today in the parking lot of Psych Detective Agency. I need whatever you can tell me about her, because Spencer here is convinced that she was targeted by another vampire."

Setting the phone down for a minute Mick wiped his forehead and sighed. He had not been exactly fond of Cynthia but he had known her for almost sixty years. A faint, "St. John?" from the phone snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. Was just some heavy news." Mick admitted.

"Sorry for your loss but could you give us the name of anyone who would possibly want Cynthia dead?" Carlton questioned.

"Yeah. I know of one person who would do it." Mick didn't want to think about it, the last time he tangled with this guy Coralline was abducted and Mick himself was almost killed. "His name is Lance, he is my ex-wife's psychopathic brother."