Summary: Hey everyone, I am back with another chapter of this story. I was going to post earlier last week but I was so busy that I forgot. At least I remembered to post today because if I hadn't I think I would have some very angry readers. And also for you lovely readers you finally get you some Lassiter action, well not really action but I can't tell you what's going to happen. You just have to read and find out. Anyway like stated previously this story contains slash, if you don't like it you might want to click the backspace button now. Alright, don't say I didn't warn you if you decide to keep reading.
Enjoy. Now on to the disclaimer
Disclaimer: Psych nor it's characters are not mine, I swear.
Now on to Chapter Eight.
Chapter Eight
He'd fallen asleep again so he never heard the door open or feel the hands of someone taking the blindfold off his eyes or the cuffs from his wrist.
"Carlton please wake up."
He heard the soft whispers of pleading in his ears causing his eyes to flutter open allowing him to see his surroundings for the first time." As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see that he was in what appeared to be a small bedroom. Carlton's wrist were no longer cuffed to the bed and dangled freely by his side. His wrist were sore and raw from the previous tugging by him only exceeded by the numbing pain in his leg.
"Liz," he slurred as the woman began lifting his body up from the bed. Long red hair covered his face as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. For the first time he could see exactly who was trying to save his life.
"No it's me, Mary Beth."
"Mary Beth," he whispered again at the red head. "What are you doing?"
"I have to get you to the hospital," she replied, "You've lost too much blood and your temperature is spiking. If I don't get you out of here you'll die. I can't let that happen."
"Why are you helping me?"
"I thought we already established that," she laughed lightly as she finally lifted him from the bed only to fall to the floor.
Carlton yelled out in pain as he crumbled to the floor, falling on his injured leg. Mary Beth was immediately at side trying to help him up again. "I can't do this-" he whimpered as the pain ripped through his body.
"Come on Carlton, all we have to do is make it to the car and you don't have to do anything else."
"I don't-"
Mary Beth was desperate. If she didn't get Carlton to the hospital soon he would die. She could not let that happen so she said the one name that she knew would help. "Shawn."
"Shawn's here," Carlton asked hopefully.
"No but he will be soon and he's going to be really sad if you don't fight to live. So you have to fight Carlton, please."
"I'm trying but it…everything hurts."
"That's why we have to go somewhere where someone can help you. If not for me or yourself, do it for Shawn. Fight for him."
The words of encouragement were exactly what Carlton needed as he forced his mind to block out the pain and stand up. He wobbled to the side for a few moments before balancing himself up against Mary.
Mary smiled as her and Carlton slowly limped out of the room and closer to the door. They hadn't been able to get very far, just to the living room when Carlton felt weak again and fell into the chair beside him. She frowned not knowing if she was going to be able to get him to the hospital. As luck would have it she remembered there was a land line phone in the kitchen. "Stay here and keep your eyes open, please," she demanded as she made her way towards the kitchen.
Picking up the phone, she was glad to hear the dial tone but realized she didn't know who to call. Since Liz was the one in control most of the time, Mary didn't know the number to anyone who could help her. Frantically, she dialed the number 411, remembering that it gave her information.
"Can I please have the number for the Psych Agency?" If any could help her it would be Shawn. As the operator spoke the numbers to her she quickly wrote them and immediately hung up the phone to call the building. She was glad when no one answered and her call was forwarding to what she hopefully thought it would be Shawn's cell. The phone didn't ring twice before a male answered the phone.
"You reached Shawn Spencer but I can't talk right now so if-"
"Shawn I need your help."
"I'm sorry do I know you."
"No but-"
"Who is this?"
"My name's Mary Beth and I know where Carlton is."
She could almost see Shawn drop the phone at her declaration. It took a few moments for the man to regain his composure . "Where is he?" he asked the young woman calmly.
"He's with me," she answered back, looking back at the sofa to see the detective's eyes closed. "I'm so sorry Shawn."
"Are you Elizabeth's alter?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Doesn't matter how I know," Shawn replied. "Where are you?"
"I think we're at a cabin a place that Elizabeth used to go when she was younger with her father. It's where she feels the safest."
"Where is that?"
"I don't know, Liz does but please, you have to hurry he's bleeding."
"What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything, Liz did." she cried because of Shawn's anger. "She stabbed him…in the leg… and he's bleeding badly."
"Oh my God, oh my God. Please, you have to tell me where are you?"
Mary Beth opened her mouth to talk but no words came out. Her head began to spin as the room started to go black. The phone dropped to the floor, making a loud noise as he fell and causing Carlton to open his eyes.
"Mary Beth is that you?" the officer slurred as he pushed himself up. The throb in his leg continued to grow but he was able to push him up off the sofa. The red head woman smiled as she picked the phone up off the floor and held it out to him. Carlton could hear someone yelling through the phone and instantly knew who the voice belonged to. "Shawn-" he tried to yell out but was too weak to do so.
The woman continued to smile, placing the phone back to her ear. "I'm sorry Shawn I must have dialed the wrong number."
"Liz."
She laughed at the way he spat out her name. Maybe the young man was really psychic since he knew about Elizabeth and her. "So I see you have been checking up on me. Don't worry, I promise to bury Carlton's body somewhere where you'll never find it. Well, hopefully one day you will." She didn't wait for a response, instead she hung the phone back on the hook and turned back to Carlton. Her grin widen at the look on Carlton's face when the man realized that his salvation was once again locked away.
"Liz."
"You know I'm not surprised Mary Beth came out and tried to rescue you; that's just the type of person she is also sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. No matter, she's back where she belongs and you're on your way to someplace nice." Smiling, she walked back into the living room and back into a back room. She came out a few seconds later with a wheelbarrow in her hands and a black bag. Seeing the contraption, Carlton knew how that small woman got him out of his home.
"Where are you taking me?"
"No need to worry you're pretty little head detective."
"Tell me now," Carlton hissed as he tried to move backwards but it didn't work.
"I don't think you're in a place to be making demands," Liz growled back, grabbing Carlton by the collar of his shirt and swirling him around. It was easy since the man was injured for her to throw him into the metal object. He cried out in pain as he fell causing Liz to laugh at his discomfort. "Now to get you out of here and bury you somewhere nice."
The push knocked the wind out of Carlton and the power to fight left his body. He closed his eyes and quickly came to the terms that he was about to die as Liz wheeled him out of the small cabin. The last thoughts that flooded his mind were images of him and Shawn together. That was all he needed to die happy.
Please don't hurt me, I love Carlton just as much as you do but I warned you that this was Lassiter angst so it isn't my fault. Not really sure if you can push someone around in a wheelbarrow but I saw it in a movie once so I assume that it can be done. It not then just pretend it can so it won't upset the flow of the story. The next chapter will be up before you know it and thanks for reading and reviewing. I know this story only has ten reviews but there are so many story alerts that I've lost count. I don't write for the reviews although they do send a wide smile to my face. Anyways I gotta go so I'll chat to everyone later and remember, be cool-
Like the other side of the pillow
Lady C
