Thanks to everyone who reviewed, but a special thanks to reviewer Carlton Lassiter for giving me the, um, push I needed to get this show on the road. Enjoy.
"Lass-o-frass, how's it hanging my favorite head detective?"Carlton Lassiter turned around and regarded the young psychic. He was about to snap at him, when he noticed the distant look in the mans eyes, and how he seemed to be scanning the station.
"What do you want, Spencer?" he asked, making an awkward attempt to cross his arms, however the cast wouldn't allow it. He almost lost balance on his crutches, but Shawn hardly took notice as he stood on his tip-toes, peering over the struggling detective.
"Take care, Lassie." Shawn replied, smacking Carlton's injured shoulder and making him wince. He walked over to Gus.
"Anything?" Shawn whispered.
"Nothing." Gus sighed he shoved his hands in his pockets. Suddenly Shawn saw something. The smallest detail, but it made the world of a difference.
"Everybody stop!" he yelled, waving his arms around. Everybody in the station paused and craned their necks to look at him with interest. "I am getting some very bad psychic vibes here! The spirits are in distress, they are yelling something over and over again in my head!" he walked with his eyes partly closed over to a plant. "Yes, the plant knows something. He- are you a he?" he turned, now addressing the plant. "Oh a she, my bad."
Carlton rolled his eyes and hobbled forward on his crutches, but Shawn noticed his eyes lacked the fire they usually possessed. He was getting tired, and the clench in his jaw showed that his pain killers were wearing off. However, his voice was still strong when he spoke.
"Spencer, what are you doing?" he asked sharply.
Shawn leaned over and acted like he was listening to the plant. "This man?" he asked pointing at Lassiter. He leaned into the plant again. "No, this man?" he asked pointing at a random officer. "Nope, okay well…" he listened one more time. "No…" his eyes widened. "This is horrible!" He pointed at Buzz.
"Buzz, the plant says you were very distraught coming into work yesterday."
Buzz nodded enthusiastically, "I was!"
"Because, help me, help me, help me help meeee…. You found Boy Cat clinging to life in your front yard after he had been beaten."
Buzz nodded, looking sad and amazed at the same time. Shawn walked over and placed a hand on Buzz's shoulder. "The spirits say, he is going to be okay." Buzz nodded again, this time looking relived.
"But!" Shawn continued, then smirked and looked a Gus. "But." he laughed. Gus looked around in discomfort and elbowed his best friend. Shawn regained his self-control and looked around. "Oh! I can see it clearly now! You!"
The chief pointed at herself, "Me?" she asked incredulously.
"No, her!"
Juliet grabbed her chest, "Me?"
"No!" Shawn said in frustration, waving his arms around "her!"
The crowd parted to revile the women working behind the counter. She stopped and crossed her arms, her eyes holding cold amusement. She didn't make a move, or try to deny what Shawn was accusing her of. He pushed on.
"You, you love your sister so much don't you, Amy? You hated having to see her only on visitation hours, not being able to hug her or gossip with her like the old days, huh? Your sister is Alison Cowley, isn't she?" he looked at her sharply, however, she didn't move, or even fidget under the eyes of the whole station. Then a small smile broke over her lips.
"Well done, Shawn. Perhaps I underestimated you." she clapped her hands.
"Alison told you how much she hated it in prison. She told you all about the people who put you in there too. So you and her devised a plan to take out everyone who had made you guys suffer. Well, you almost succeeded. Jules, cuff her!" Shawn puffed out his chest proudly.
"With pleasure." she growled, jerking Amys hands behind her back.
"I play fair, Shawn, and a deals a deal. However, I may have skipped ahead a few plays." Amy called in a sing-song voice as she was pushed toward the door. Juliet paused, and Shawn looked at her quizzically.
"What do you mean?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"The ice, is poisoned." she replied smiling evilly.
As if on cue, four officers fell to the floor, including Buzz Mcnabb.
