Chapter 10: Showdown

Notes: Hopefully this won't be too confusing. This is what happened with Shawn, Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet while the end of the meeting was taking place.

Meanwhile at Psych

The phone in the office rang, making everyone in the room jump. Gus walked to his desk and answered, "Psych, Burton Guster speaking."

"Hello, this is Officer Franklin. I need to speak with Detective Lassiter."

"Just a moment," Gus put his hand over the mouth piece, "Lassiter, it's for you."

Lassiter frowned, "Yes, this is Lassiter." From his spot on the couch, Shawn watched Lassiter. Shawn sat up when he saw Lassiter's face pale. Gus looked on with concern and Juliet moved to stand closer to Lassiter. Lassiter hung up and turned to his partner.

"We need to move, now," he said to her.

"What? What's going on?" Shawn asked, concerned. Lassiter made eye contact with the younger man. It was the first time Shawn had ever seen compassion in Lassiter's eyes. It was especially surprising to see it directed at him.

"It seems as though the meeting with Martin did not go well, and," Lassiter paused.

"And what does that mean?" Gus asked, looking at Shawn.

"Your father was shot, no word on his condition. There are a couple other officers down. They have Martin in custody. The Chief wants us over there now, O'Hara. You two are supposed to stay here until you hear from the Chief. Let's go," Lassiter said, walking out the door. Juliet looked at Shawn.

"I'll call you as soon as I know anything," she said to him. He nodded, but didn't say a word. She followed Lassiter out the door.

"He's probably okay," Gus suggested when Shawn stayed quiet with his head down. "It is strange that the Chief didn't call herself?" Gus asked, and Shawn's head popped up in surprise.

"That wasn't the Chief?" Shawn asked him as he got up and started pacing.

"No, it was Officer Franklin," Gus replied. He was beginning to understand where Shawn was going with this.

"Officer Franklin. There's no Franklin on the Santa Barbara Police Force," Shawn said, puzzled.

"You know the names of every officer on the force?" Gus asked.

"Yeah," Shawn said. "If all that went down, why wouldn't the Chief call Lassiter directly on his cell? Why would she want us to stay here? Something's fishy, Gus."

Gus glanced at Shawn, "Yeah, I think you might be right. Let's go."

Lassiter's cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his jacket pocket. "Lassiter," he said. "Yeah Chief, we're on our way," he paused and listened to Karen. Then he replied, "Someone called the office said you needed us there. We left them in the office. Oh no." He paled as he realized that they were duped.

Juliet's phone vibrated and she looked at the screen. It was a text message from Gus. "Lassiter, turn around. NOW."

Lassiter hung up and quickly turned the car around. "O'Hara, what is it?"

Gus grabbed his keys, and was about to stand up so they could leave when the door suddenly opened. John Martin entered with his gun pointed at them, moving it back and forth between them. They froze. Martin approached Shawn, but kept an eye on Gus.

"Well, hi boys. Just stay where you are. I can't believe your police friends fell for the fake phone call," Martin said.

"It was you. Nice touch, saying other officers were shot," Shawn said with venom in his voice.

"Well, it got them out of here pretty fast, didn't it? Did you like how I added your dad was shot? By the way, he should be dead by now, if everything went to according to plan," Martin said smiling. Something about the expression on Martin's face and the gun sparked Shawn's memory of the night that Martin 'rescued' him. The vivid images were a bit overwhelming and he gripped the nearby desk as he closed his eyes. He could see Lyle being shot in the head and falling over, and then the other kid being killed. Images of the other bodies that lined the floor on the way out of the building then surfaced and then he remembered Martin pointing the gun right at his own head.

"Are you speechless, Spencer? You didn't think I'd figure out that your dad would double cross me?" Martin asked.

"You did it. You shot and killed all those kids. I remember it now. They were working for you. They robbed and tormented the storeowners, so that you could get the owners to pay for your protection. You were using them as your scapegoats. They were completely expendable to you," Shawn told him, opening his eyes again. Gus, seated at his desk, looked worriedly at Shawn from across the room. Gus fumbled with his cell and tried to dial Juliet's number hiding it under his desk. He sent her a text message of 9-1-1.

"Yeah, but then the kids got stupid and grabbed you. I would have made your disappearance very quiet. Lyle did always enjoy drama," Martin laughed at him.

"But when my dad came to you, you knew you could use it to your advantage. Have him steal evidence and help your son," Shawn said, putting it all together.

"I should have known that your straight-laced dad would even sell out his own son and go to the cops."

"Shows what you know, he was going to do your favor, but I stopped him," Shawn said.

"Well, you're a moron," Martin said with a smile.

"Oh, right, like you were going to let me live once you got what you wanted. I saw everything," Shawn fired back with a smirk on his face.

Gus felt his phone vibrate in his hand, so he glanced down at the screen knowing that the other two were ignoring him. The text message from Juliet read, "On our way back, false alarm. Hang on." Gus chuckled to himself, "Easy for you to say."

Martin went on taunting Shawn, "You know, for a guy who helped to get his dad killed and is about to die, you sure are grinning a lot. On second thought, maybe I should shoot your friend first." Gus' eyes widened in fear as he stared at Shawn and Shawn panicked as Martin aimed at Gus.

"No, no. You don't want to do that," Shawn said nervously. The door to the office flew open and Lassiter and Juliet barreled in.

"Drop it, Martin," Lassiter bellowed. Juliet was next to him with her gun drawn.

"Oh look, it's Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dumb. How's Daddy Spencer? Taking him home in a body bag for his baby boy," Martin said with a smile.

The comment made Shawn furious and he was about to jump on Martin and strangle him. Martin's gun was aimed back at him. "Temper, temper, Little Spencer," Martin taunted as he noticed Shawn's fury.

"Henry Spencer is fine. Seems your son's a crappy shot, Martin," Lassiter said with a grin. Shawn made eye contact with Lassiter for a second and he knew his dad was okay. He breathed a big sigh of relief.

"It really doesn't matter. I'll kill his kid here and I'll get my revenge for his double crossing me," Martin said.

"Martin, I'll tell you one more time to drop it," Lassiter growled.

"Detective, what you don't seem to realize is that I hold the upper hand here."

"How do you figure that?" Lassiter asked the criminal, but before he could get this answer the back door of Psych flew open. Karen and a few of her officers entered with their guns drawn. Henry stood behind them.

"Martin, drop the weapon, now," Karen ordered, sternly.

This new predicament baffled Martin. He was moved more in the middle of the room. He kept his gun trained on Shawn, but his back was to Gus. Gus looked at his best friend. Gus could see the panic in Shawn's eyes, even though there was a smirk on his face. Martin's body language spoke of the man's desperation to get out of this situation. Gus was worried about what Martin would do knowing he was trapped. "I need to do something," he thought. Shawn must have seen the decision on Gus' face. He tried to tell Gus no without alerting Martin. Gus smiled at him. Shawn frowned. Gus wrapped his fingers around the lamp on the desk and prayed he could channel his inner athlete; after all he did spend all that time in Little League. Okay, doing statistics, but who's counting?

Across the room, Shawn was freaked. Gus was about to hit the madman, with a gun, in the head with a desk lamp. Shawn was going to kill Gus, if this ended the way he hoped it would. Shawn decided, "Better get Martin's attention focused solely on me."

"So, tell me Martin. Is this how you expected this to turn out?" Shawn asked smugly and smirking like this whole thing was funny. For a minute, he thought he could actually feel his father's eyes boring a hole into the side of his head. Then the lamp connected with Martin's head. Martin crumbled to a heap on the floor of the office and the police officers swarmed him. Gus cheered and dropped the lamp on his desk. Shawn slumped into his office chair, exhausted. Gus and Henry made their way over to him.

"Are you okay, Shawn?" Gus asked.

"Have you gone mental? A desk lamp, Gus?" Shawn cried.

"I think you both have some serious mental issues," Henry said looking back and forth between the pair.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, then?" Gus quipped and Shawn started laughing.

"Excuse me?" Henry said angrily.

Karen walked over to the trio before any blood could be shed. "We're taking Martin down to the station. I'll need to talk to the three of you about everything that happened," she told them.

"Can it wait until tomorrow, Chief? I'm beat," Shawn said yawning.

"Yes, that's fine. Be in my office by nine. Good work, Mr. Guster," she said and walked out of the office.

Gus was beaming at her comment when he looked at both Spencers.

"Oh please, stop smiling," Shawn said.

"You're just jealous that she didn't tell you good job," Gus said.

Henry shook his head, "You two still fight like nine year-olds. Come on. Gus needs to give me a ride back to the park to get my truck. Then he can take you home, Shawn."
The three left the darkened office, all happy that the bad guy was behind bars.

THE END?