Alright hey everyone…. Yes I know it's been quite a while since I updated, for those of you who were reading since I started, but I recently decided to get back into the story. So without further ado, here is chapter nine:
Chapter 9: What happened to bowling?
Gus held onto his phone for dear life as he stared at his clock he hung up on the wall. Shawn said he'd call within the hour to update him, but he hasn't called yet. Maybe it's just Shawn being Shawn, and losing track of time, he thought to himself. But what if it isn't Shawn just being Shawn? He thought again and panic was starting to kick in.
"I can't do this anymore," he said to himself and dialed a number into the phone. "I need to call Juliet." He put the phone up to his ear and paced back and forth as he waited for her to answer.
O'Hara, she answered the phone with a grumpy tone. What do you want Gus? When are you bringing Shawn back home?
Gus' heart dropped at what she said and he lost it. "He's not with me Juliet!" He practically yelled into the phone.
Gus.. What do you mean? He told me you two were going bowling, it was clear that Juliet was getting angry, but she also sounded worried.
"He went to go check out the hotel room from earlier. He wanted me to go, but I refused, and now he's not answering my phone calls." Gus was starting to panic even more, now that he was saying everything out loud.
Juliet was silent for a few minutes before speaking up. Meet me at the station, Gus.
Shawn slowly opened his eyes and groaned in pain. He went to rub the back of his neck where the pain was radiating from, but he found that his arms were stuck behind his back. He pulled his arms a few times, trying to free them, but he had no luck.
He lifted his head up to look around and make a mental list of everything. To the left of him he saw nothing but darkness. Straight ahead he could make out a few empty shelves,, but that was about it. When he turned his head to the right there was a faint light hung to the wall and just below it was a young girl tied up just like he was. "J.J?" He whispered, making sure it was the right girl as she had her head down.
The girl picked her head up and looked at him. "Who are you?" She asked. The room was too dark where Shawn was for her to make out any details about him.
"My name is Shawn. Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic detective for the Police. My friends are going to get us out of here. Don't worry," He told her reassuringly, but truthfully, he was really worried.
Sorry this chapter is so short. I really just wanted to get something out, and I started getting writers block towards the end.
