Psych hard work will be rewarded XD
Shawn sat nervous behind his desk. He couldn't stop thinking about his dad, coming
to his office. It drove him insane.
He looked to the clock. 4 pm, he'll probably be here soon.
Shawn sighed. He took out some silver paper and started making a snake out of it.
He sighed more deeply, when he heard the door opening.
'Shawn,' his father's voice said.
Shawn looked up. 'Hm?' he said and putted the silver paper snake down.
Henry walked towards Shawn's desk and looked at him.
'Listen very clearly to me,' Henry said, still looking at him.
'I want you to quit this case.'
'What? No, dad,' Shawn said and stood up.
'Your not gonna listen to me, are you?' Henry said and sighed.
Shawn looked at his father with a "what-do-you-think" look on his face.
'Alright then,' Henry said and looked away from Shawn. 'Then I supose you
wouldn't mind cleaning the house.'
Shawn's eyes turned big. 'Dad, are you black mailing me?' he said and shook his
head.
'How low of you,' he said and sat down again.
'I'm waiting,' Henry said, still looking at Shawn.
Shawn sighed. 'Fine, I won't work on the case.'
'Good boy,' Henry said and stood up. 'Then I'll be on my way home again,' he said
and walked to the door.
'Why won't you let me work on this case, dad?' Shawn said.
But it was to late, his father already left.
Shawn sighed deeply. But then he grinned.
'I promised my father to not work on the case, but I din't say WHAT case. So, I easily
could have meant the case about the missing Candy stripes.'
Shawn grabbed the phone and dialed Gus' number.
'Hello?' Gus'voice said.
'Gus,' Shawn said. 'Come to the Psych Office.'
'I'm sorry, Shawn,' Gus said and coughed. 'I'm sick.'
'What? You can't be sick, Gus, not now!'
'I'm sorry, Shawn,' Gus said again and hang up.
Shawn sighed and walked to the the door.
'Uhm, Shawn?' Lenny's muffled voice said.
'Oh, right,' Shawn said and walked to the closet. He opened the door and grinned.
'Idiot,' Lenny said and came out of the closet.
'I'm sorry, I totally forgot about you,' Shawn said, still grinning.
The phone rang and Shawn walked to the the phone and answered it.
'Psych,' he said.
'Spencer,' Detective Lassiter's voice said.
'Lassie, what a surprise,' Shawn said and smiled.
'Spencer, lookout of the window.'
'What?' Shawn said confused.
'Look out/of/the window,' Lassiter repeated.
Shawn turned his head and looked out of the window, where he saw Lassie,
Sarcastically waving at him.
'You got my suspect, Spencer, your going in jail.'
'Chief, please, don't put me in jail. I'm allergic for the toilets there.'
Chief Vick ignored Shawn and asked him a few questions.
'Why-o-why, mr. Spencer, was detective Lassiter's suspect in your office.'
Shawn though for a second. 'He wanted to borrow a cup of sugar,' he said
eventually.
'Are you really expecting me to believe that?' Lassiter said angry.
Chief Vick looked up to the angry detective.
'Ahum,' she said and putted on a fake smile.
Lassiter gave a short nod.
'I'm sorry, chief,' she said. 'Please, continue.'
'I don't need your approvement for that,' chief Vick said and turned her head to back to
Shawn.
'The thruth, please, mr. Spencer.'
Shawn sighed. 'Fine,' he said and cleared his throat. 'He was there, because….'
'Go on,' chief Vick said, waiting for him to finish his line.
'Because…. he's a space alien.'
Lassiter sighed sarcastic. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, when
Shawn moved his hand beside his head.
'THE PAIN!' he shouted, while placing one of his hands on his chest.
'THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAIN,' he shouted again. 'I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOOOOOOOOORE.'
'What is this, mr. Spencer?' chief Vick said shocked. 'What "pain" are you talking about?'
'P-PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN. I wanted to get married, but my mother didn't
approved. And now she's dead!'
'James Flenderson,' Lassiter said.
'Are you saying he killed her, mr. Spencer?' chief Vick said, looking at Shawn.
'No, no, not that,' Shawn said. 'But someone very close to him.'