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I own nothing, except for the plot. I wish I owned Psych, or CSI, but I don't. If I did Greg would be all mine! Mwahahahahaha. Thanks to Super Clumsy who gives me reviews!
Hehe I don't change this a lot if you noticed.
Las Vegas, Nevada
(Greg POV)
The first thing we saw was tools, multiple tools. I motioned for Nick and Detective Lassiter to watch Nathanial in case he tried to run. We walked down the stairs and I set my kit down.
"Jules, do you know how to check for blood?" I asked. She nodded.
I went over to my kit and got what I needed. Nick gave Jules his stuff while he and Detective Lassiter watched Nathanial. Jules and I started spraying the different tools. I glanced at Nathanial and he started looking nervous. I looked back at the tools and they started glowing.
"Positive for blood," I said.
"Now, Nathanial, why would your tools be positive for blood?" Nick asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"Well let's take you down to the station and see if you know then," Detective Lassiter said.
Nick and Detective Lassiter cuffed Nathanial and took him upstairs. I grabbed a bunch of evidence bags and gave some to Jules. We started bagging and ten minutes later we were done.
"Where are Shawn and Gus?" I asked.
"I don't know," Jules replied.
We went upstairs with the bags and saw Shawn and Gus by Jules car. Nathanial was in the back of one of the cruisers, so we got into our cars and left.
(Shawn POV)
"How many tools were there?" I randomly asked.
"About thirty. Why?" Jules asked. I shrugged.
I got that nagging feeling to talk to Jules. I really wanted to ask her out…but I'm not sure how she would take it. I took a few deep breaths and Gus looked at me weird. I just shot him a look that said he would learn in a bit.
"Jules," I started.
"What, Shawn?" she asked.
"You know, after this whole ordeal, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie or get dinner with me sometime?" I asked.
"What?" she and Lassie asked.
"Jules, you wanna go out with me when we get back to Santa Barbara?" I asked.
"Love to, Shawn," she replied and I smiled.
We got back to the P.D. the same time as Nick and Greg and went in with them. We started walking towards the interrogation rooms.
"I wanna talk to him also," I said.
"Then by all means, come in," Nick said. We walked in.
"Nathanial Thompson. Nice record. Petty car theft, robbery, and now murder," Nick started.
"I admit the first two were dumb, but I wouldn't kill anyone," he said.
"No? Then why was there blood on your tools?" Nick asked. Nathanial shrugged.
"Where is Max Lenard?" Nick asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"Nick, can I try?" I whisper asked. He nodded and left. I don't know why.
"Evening Nathanial," I started.
"What are you doing?" he asked. I sat down.
"Talking with you. My name is Shawn and I'm a psychic detective," I said.
"Psychic," he said sounding confused.
"Yes, now let me talk for a minute," I started. "I think you are helping Max Lenard because, when he came down to Vegas, he threatened someone in your family." I put my hand to my temple and started thinking. Pictures of a young female came to mind.
"I sense you were trying to protect your…sister?" I asked. I opened my eyes in time because he nodded.
"Now, you could get off easy and tell the CSI who was just in here everything," I said.
"Please, we have to protect Sammy. Please?" Nathanial begged. I nodded and left.
"How did you do that?" Greg asked. I shrugged.
"Greg you wanna go run DNA on those tools?" Nick asked before he went back in.
Greg left and it was just Jules, Lassie, Gus, and I. We listened intently. Once Nick started asking him questions he broke. Telling us everything. Nick promised him we would look after Sammy and he was taken away.
We went to the break room to wait for Greg. Nick started rooting through the cabinets.
"Whatcha looking for Nicky?" Sara asked coming into the room.
"Greg's Hawaiian Blue Coffee," he said.
"Try the ceiling," she simply replied.
Nick got onto a chair and found a loose panel and opened it. He reached in and pulled out a bag of coffee. He put some into the machine and we waited. When it was done, we each got a cup and waited.
Half an hour later, Greg came in with a folder in his hands.
"Come on, my good coffee?" Greg asked.
"You wouldn't want our guest to drink department coffee," Nick said. Greg sighed.
"Well, got most of the DNA. The blood belongs to our vics," Greg told us.
"Cool, and we got info from Nathanial. He gave us the address that Max is now working at so lets go," Nick said.
We finished our coffee and left.
Gonna stop there. Review please! Hehehe!
If you have any idea to help me figure out what to do please tell me!
I'm going to Cincinnati for a mission trip the 27th through the 3rd so I won't be able to upload.
