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Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, because if I did, the season would never end. (and Twilight Zone? Don't own that either.)
-Gina's House-
"Gina? It's the SBPD. Are you home?" No answer. "Gina?" Again, Juliet got no answer. "Gina? We're coming in, OK?" With that, Juliet stepped back, and Lassiter kicked the door open with his foot, impressively knocking it off it's hinges.
He looked back at the rookie cops who were staring admiringly behind him. "And that's how the professionals do it." He said with a smile.
Juliet rolled her eyes and walked in, looking for any signs of Gina. Her eyes scanned the room before her. The living room was overturned, showing signs of a struggle. There was a small pool of blood on the floor. Lassiter saw it too and walked over to it, making sure not to destroy any potential evidence in the process.
"Looks fresh. This couldn't be more than an hour old."
"So in other words, we just missed him."
Lassiter looked up and nodded. "I'm gonna go and call this in. You look around, see if there's anything else that could help."
"Yeah, sure." Any clue that would help them in the least bit would get them one step closer to finding Gina. Juliet walked over to an overturned coffee table, looking to see if Gina could have hit her head during the struggle. She stooped down, looking for blood or hair stuck to any corners. She didn't see any, and was about to walk away when a piece of paper that had apparently been on the table caught her eye. She picked it up.
"Carlton, I think I've got something."
"What is it?"
"A note, I think."
"Let me see." He began reading aloud, his voice solemn.
Tick Tock Tick Tock.
You better hurry,
Your defenseless Psychic doesn't have very long.
He might not be there when you get back.
In fact, he might not be there now.
You better check,
Not that it would help any.
"Oh my gosh. I'm calling Shawn." Juliet fumbled with her phone, but finally managed to open it and dial Shawn's cell number.
Please be Ok. Please be OK.
The phone was ringing, and she started getting nervous. He better pick up, or else I'm gonna kill him. In the back of her mind, she thought, I might not have to, but she quickly dismissed it. She couldn't think those thoughts. Not now.
Finally, her favorite psychic picked up the phone, giving one of his famously annoying greetings that she was never so relieved to hear. She tried explaining what happened, but her words came out all jumbled. She was just glad he was OK.
"Hey Jules? I gotta go. I'll call back in five minutes. I promise."
She protested, but he hung up anyway. What was that about?
She rushed out the door, ran to the car, put on the siren, and sped away to the station.
Lassiter ran out the door. Now how the heck am I supposed to get back? He eyed the young cops outside, their eyes showing they were way to eager to please.
"We can take you back to the station, Lassiter. Maybe we can tell you how we arrested a DWI. He even tried to get away. It's a pretty epic story."
Getting into the cramped squad car, they sped off to the station.
Shawn stared at the woman in front of him in stunned silence. After the situation became tangibly awkward, he spoke up. "Hey, Abigail."
Abigail smiled. "Hey. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Shawn nodded, looking around awkwardly, fumbling for words. He was never good around his exes, especially long term ones, considering he'd only had two, one with which he was currently in. So, technically, this was his first encounter with a long term girlfriend, raising the awkward meter to about a ten. "Um, yeah, yeah, you could say that. Or, you could say, that we, uh, JUST saw each other. I mean, what's a year compared to ten? So, why don't you come back in, say, another decade or so, that way, we can really say, 'It's been a while'. You know, when we're both in our death beds and barely able to speak." Shawn chuckled nervously, trying to ease the situation a little bit.
Abigail smiled. "Shawn, we would only be in our 40's. That's hardly death bed material."
"Well, maybe it should be 20 years."
"We would be 50."
"Which is half way to 100! Personally, anyone who's that old should be resting happily in a nice retirement home."
"Your dad's older than that."
"Exactly! Look at how cranky he is! If he wasn't working, and if he was in a retirement home, I think it would give him a well needed attitude change that would be for the good of Santa Barbara."
Henry Spencer shouted from the office in the background. "Shawn! Get your sorry butt in here! We're wasting time!"
Shawn looked at Abigail. "See?"
"Well, based on what I heard, it's because you have a girl to save. I would be cranky too." Something flashed across her eyes. Shawn suddenly felt a pang of pity. Last time, she was the girl that needed saving. And here he was, acting like he didn't want to see her. Who knew what was going through her mind right then. She must be scared out of her mind. After all, the person that had tried to kill her was back.
Shawn noticed tears starting to form in her eyes, and his face softened. "Look. I'm sorry. But we'll get him. I promise."
She nodded, but didn't look reassured.
He sighed. "Come here." He pulled her into a hug.
She whispered, "Thank you."
And they stayed silent, both of them just wanting this problem to go away.
Yin watched as the "psychic" hugged his old victim, Abigail Lytar. Honestly, she hadn't been that much of a challenge to grab. Capturing her had been like the cliché saying of taking candy from a baby. She was just boring. Yin, he needed excitement, a challenge. Juliet O'Hara, now, she was a challenge. He had to set up a whole television set just to get to her. That was why she was his favorite, but Yin had a feeling that was about to change. Shawn Spencer had been the best player in his little game. He seemed as good a challenge as any, perhaps even better. He had special plans for Shawn, very special plans. But first he needed him to break. He looked over at his hidden gray mini van, holding poor, little, crazy Gina. She, too, was easy. Sure, she gave a small fight when she found him in her house, but other wise, it just wasn't as fun as some others.
Yin ducked behind a bush when he saw the familiar blue car speed into the parking lot. Juliet stepped out and rushed up the steps in a hurry. So, it looks like Juliet got the little note he sent. Wonderful. The plan was in motion. Now all he needed was to lead them in the wrong direction so he could get to the fake psychic. Yes, he knew he was fake, after all, he had known him for several years. Sure, Shawn didn't exactly know about him, but Yin sure did know all about Shawn. After stalking him for as many years as he had, he felt like he and Shawn had a more platonic relationship. Sure, Yang had a lot to do with it, but still, he had helped her, and in helping her, he grew to fascinate the hyper observant man. And he was going to expose Shawn to be just that, hyper observant, not some silly psychic. Some would say that Yin was trying to sabatoge Shawn's career, but really, Yin was helping him. Shawn deserved respect, and people would respect him more if they knew that he was just below a genius, if not one. Plus, it would give Shawn a peace of mind. When Yin killed his admirable foe within the next few weeks, Shawn would die knowing that everyone knew his secret.
Yin looked through in his binoculers at Shawn again. Yes. Shawn would die. And it would be Yin's best episode yet.
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