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Present Day

Carlton Lassiter POV

O'Hara and I had been on this case for such a long time now. It was bad enough when we had a whole week of the case, now we gotta get right back to it. It sucks.

If Shawn was taking the last case hard…. Then he was taking this case horribly. I mean, I see him work hard… once in a while. Only when it really mattered. Like, with a serial killer. I originally was surprised to see him work so hard on this particular case. But, then again, that little bastard is always full of surprises. I should learn to just not care about him anymore. And yet…

Adam Clover was finally being brought into the station. And now it's awkward. The man that we fought so hard for, the man that we proved with countless evidence was the bad guy… would have to go back to the interrogation room. Now we have to tell him and his lawyer that we could have made a mistake. That he could be innocent. And then he'll have that look in his eyes. The one that they always have. The look of "I told you so." I hate that look.

To my surprise, O'Hara was not calling Spencer. Instead, she was pulling apart her gun the reassembling it. All while being timed. I walked to her desk, confused.

"O'Hara" I called out at her.

"In a second…" she said, putting the final touches on her gun. I slammed my fist down on her desk.

"O'Hara!"

"What?!" Well… she's in a bad mood.

"Clovers is here" I said.

"and?"

"Well… I just thought you would like to call Shawn. Tell him he can come in and interrogate him."

"Can't you do that? I'm kind of busy at the moment." With what? Her gun? That's what's making her so busy?

"Yeah, I can see that" I said sarcastically. O'Hara rolled her eyes at me and continued to work with her gun. I guess… that means I'm calling the two idiots.

I dialled the number to Spencer's stupid agency and waited. Two rings later, someone picked up the phone in a very panicked tone.

'Hello? Jules?' Spencer said on the other line.

"What? No. it's Detective Lassiter-"

'Lassie-kins! Why didn't you say so?! What's up?'

"Clovers is in. I thought you two idiots would like to come down and question him."

'Oh, that's awfully kind of you to call in and tell us. Gus isn't here right now, but I'll pass on the message. I know you're just dying to see us.'

"Don't hurry over-"

'Don't worry your pretty little face, Lassie, I'll be there soon. And then everything will be put back into order-"

"Spencer, don't get carried away. I don't have the time-" he hung up on me. He didn't even try to come up with a comeback or anything. He just… hung up on me. That's odd. That's very odd.

At 1:03, Shawn arrived alone. As soon as he walked in, he made eye contact with O'Hara and walked towards her, completely skipping past me.

"Hey" Spencer said to her.

"Hello, Shawn" O'Hara said to him. She sounded… pissed… are they going to break up? Is this sick, twisted night mare finally coming to an end?

"Where were you the other night? I thought we had plans at 8…"

"No we didn't."

"But, you said-"

"I said I was swamped with work and wouldn't be able come. Don't you ever listen?" I could testify that what O'Hara was saying was completely not true. I heard her on the phone confirm their meeting. I don't know what's going on between the two, but it's working. They're falling apart.

Spencer looked at O'Hara very confused.

"Have I said… or done something wrong?" Spencer asked.

"No. Nothing. Why would you think otherwise?"

"Well, then why are you-"

"Sorry I'm late" Gus called out as he suddenly entered the station.

"Hey, no worries, Gus" Spencer said, trying to build himself back up after his crash and burn. "Let's get this interrogation started-"

"Actually" O'Hara said. "I'm going to talk to Nathan Hayworth. See if he has any more information." She then walked off in the opposite direction of Clovers and made her way to Hayworth. Spencer stared after her, very, very confused.

"Alright" Shawn said, feeling glum. "I guess it's just me, you and Lassie-face over h-"

"I would rather shower with a bear" I said quickly.

"Actually, Shawn" Gus said. "I need to talk to Lassie." He needs to talk to me? About what? What could he possible need to talk to me about?

"What, so I'm interviewing him by myself?!" Spencer demanded.

"No. That's where I come in" Bigger Spencer said, approaching them.

"There, see" I said quickly, wanting to get rid of the Spencers.. "it can be a family thing." Shawn glared at me, groaned and started limping towards the interrogation room. Bigger Spencer followed after them, calling after his son.

I started moving towards my desk. Finally, some quiet time to just do some work. I won't have to deal with any idiots. Guster then ruined this train of thought as he appeared in front of my desk, staring at me with those annoying eyes that was starting to look more and more like Spencer.

"Well, what do you want, Guster?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you…" Guster said.

"Huh… that wasn't just an excuse to get away from Spencer?" Guster looked taken back. I'll take that as a no.

"Look, something's up with Shawn. And he won't tell me anything. I need your help." Did one of the two idiots just ask me for help? Did this day finally come?

"And why should I help you?" That triggered something I had never seen in Guster before.

"Because, Lassie!" he yelled. "We were shot at! Shawn is now limping! He's been acting strange, keeping letters from me! He's hiding things from his past and there's a look on his face I haven't seen since 1999! And most of all, Lassie, I know that no matter how much you try to hide it or how much you say you don't, I know you care for Shawn!"

I just stared at him in shock. A couple other people turned their heads, but it just took a simple glare from me to make them look away again. It is true, though. Spencer has been acting very… odd… lately. And apparently, there is a lot of things happening between Guster and Spencer that could have a lot to do with the case.

"Fine, fine" I said at last. "What stupid scheme did you get yourselves into to cause someone to shoot you two? And why is Spencer limping?"

"Shawn was working on the case, Lassie. And he got close. That's why people shot at us."

"Apparently not close enough. Or else you would have caught the guy."

"We're a lot closer than you are! We at least know who did it!" What?! I've been standing here listening to this moron ramble aimlessly and now he tells me?!

"Guster! Who is it?!"

"The Hour Killer!" oh.

"It's just a theory. We're just double checking to make sure we don't put the wrong guy in jail."

"No, but Shawn was… psychically… drawn to Jackson's apartment and found proof that someone else was there on the night of his murder."

"Let me get this straight… you two went into a restricted crime scene, manipulated evidence and possibly ruined the whole case?"

Guster stared at me in silence as he understood that what they did was wrong. This is why I prefer him to Spencer. At least he knows when to draw the line, when to apologise and when he's done something wrong.

"Look, we found evidence, alright? And this isn't even about that. Shawn right now is interrogating Clovers to find more concrete evidence. What I need your help with is Shawn. I'm worried about him and I've already tried asking everyone for help. Mr Spencer didn't work. That just ended in Shawn getting into a fit and storming off after screaming something about a painting. Juliet has been dodging my calls and won't talk to Shawn. That's just making things worst. You're my last hope."

"Alright. Tell me about these letter you said Shawn was getting." He is definitely not off the hook yet. I will talk to both Guster and Spencer about obstruction of justice and sneaking into crime scenes. They will suffer the consequences for this irresponsible idea, believe me.

"Well, I don't know very much about it. He's been hiding all of them, locking them away. He's never done that before. Ever."

"What happened in '99?"

"It's… complicated. And I don't even know the whole story." I just raised my eyebrows at him. After high school, he left. He went… everywhere. I hadn't seen him in years and then one day in 1999, he just pops up out of the blue at my house, looking like… death. It took him months to get back on his feet again."

Was Spencer capable of that? Looking like death? I mean, I've seen him when he was shot. That was the worst I've seen him at, and he was himself enough to crack jokes at Guster. After that, I never thought he was able to feel anything other than amusement.

"Where does he keep those letters?" I asked.

"In the Psych office. But it's locked up, Lassie." I picked up my keys to my glorious Ford Fusion.

"Yes. and I'm very good at picking locks."

I followed Guster into the Psych office. I was… well, shocked. There was such a big mess. But as I approached it more, I realised it was all Spencer's doing. And it was all revolved around this case. I hate to admit it, but he really was working hard. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him… just this once.

"Don't touch anything" Guster said. "Shawn wouldn't want us messing things up."

"Yes, because it's not all messed up right now" I accidently knocked over a couple files but then looked around not noticing a difference from before. "Nono, this is all perfectly organised." Dammit! A criticism. I had just said I was going to be easy on him.

"He calls it his organised mess" Guster said. Because that makes sense. Dammit! Another criticism! Guster sighed and pointed to his desk.

"It's the second drawer. I didn't even know it had a lock…" I crouched down next to his desk and saw the key hole. I pulled out one of the paperclips from Spencer's desk and started working on the lock.

"It's odd…" Guster said, thinking out loud. "Shawn always told me everything. I mean, true… he never did tell me what happened in '96. But I never really asked. It used to make him feel so uncomfortable… I didn't like being the cause for that. I like to think that if I did ask him, he would tell me the truth. Now… I'm not so sure he would. I'm not so sure what else he's been hiding from me either."

"I'm sure you're just analysing this too much" I said, feeling awkward giving Guster advice on Spencer.

"I thought that too, at first. But then he started hiding letters, yelling at his dad for buying a new painting. I mean, just this morning he yelled at me for buying a new air freshener for my car."

"That is odd." I wasn't really listening anymore. I was just focusing on the lock, which was proving impossible to pick. I stood up in defeat. "Can't do it." I said. Guster looked at me as if all hope in the world was lost. "I tried. I really did. But it's not budging. Is there any letters that maybe he missed out? I mean, in this mess, I wouldn't be surprised if there were one or two just lying about."

"Believe me, there isn't. It may look like a mess to you, but to Shawn this makes perfect sense. He knows where everything is."

I spun around on the spot, looking for any stray piece of paper that could resemble a letter. And there it was, on the floor right next to the door. A folded up piece of paper with Spencer's name written on top.

"What about that one?" I asked, pointing at the paper by the door. Guster stared at the paper before running to it and quickly snatching it up in his hands.

"I don't believe it" he said.

Wish shaking hands, he started to open the letter. Just as he was about to see what was in it, the front door opened up wide and Spencer darted inside the Psych office. He almost skipped past Guster, but as soon as he saw me, he turned to find Guster.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked me. Then he turned back to Guster, snatching the letter he had in his hands. "What the hell are you doing with this?!" he demanded.

"Shawn, I-"

"No! I told you to drop it, didn't I?! I told you to just forget about it!"

"Well, guess what? I'm not going to! I deserve to know what happened to you in 1996. I deserve to know why it took you seven months to get back on your feet in 1999. I am your friend Shawn! I deserve to know what the hell happened to you!"

"No, you don't. It's my past, my business and my choice! If I wanted you to know, you would-" Shawn looked right next to his desk where the files I knocked over were. He limped towards his desk and inspected the key hole I had tried to pick. "Are you serious?!" Shawn yelled.

"Spencer, that was me-" I tried to say.

"No! Shut up! I don't want to hear it from you!" Did… did he just snap at me? At me? Head Detective of the Santa Barbara Police Department?

Spencer took in a deep breath, realising what he had just done. He tried to calm himself down and then, with eyes shut tight pointed to the door.

"Out" he spat through his teeth. Guster and I exchanged a look. "I SAID OUT!" he yelled and with that, Guster and I quickly ran out the doors.

From the outside, I looked into the window. I saw Spencer open up the letter and stare at it in a fear I had never seen on his face before. I then saw him pull out a key from his pocket, unlock the drawer an pull out all the contents. The amount of letter there were… shocked me. I was too far away to count how many, but I'd say almost ten.

"When did he start getting those letter again?" I asked Guster.

"Three days ago…" he said.

"That's a lot of letters for only three days…"

"Where to now?" he asked. Oh, so now we're a team?

"Let's see if O'Hara got anything from Jackson."

uster and I walked into the station. It was a silent car ride. I could tell Guster was worried about Shawn. And, if I'm honest… I am too. I had never seen him so scared. Whatever was enclosed in that letter but have been something truly awful to strike up that fear in Spencer.

When we got to the bigger Spencer, we asked about psychic Spencer. He told us about how he was rambling on about there being an extra hat in the room before storming off and getting on his bike. This just gets more and more odd.

Finally, O'Hara came out of the interrogation room. She looked pissed. And I mean, really pissed. Whatever happened, she was not having any of it. I tried to step in her way and talk to her. She nearly hit me, but managed to control herself.

"I'm not in the mood, Carlton" she hissed at me. I put my hands up in defense.

"Woah, woah, woah. Take it easy, O'Hara. Tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened. Why would you think something happened?" I looked around at Spencer and Guster for support on this. No words were exchanged, just a simple nod of the head.

"You're joking, right?" I asked. She then shot me a glare that could kill. "Apparently not."

"Have you seen Shawn?" she asked at last.

"Yeah, but listen. I wouldn't go right now. He's not in the best of states and you are-" she shot that look again. "-Clearly in a very good place right now" I said with sarcasm.

"Carlton, if you don't tell me where my boyfriend is, I will snap your wrist. Got it?"

"He's at the Psych office" Guster said. "He's really not in a good mood though. If you could help, that'd be great. "

"Thank you, Gus" O'Hara then started walking away, making sure to smash her shoulder into mine. Spencer and I stared at Guster in shock.

"What?" he asked.

"You just threw my son into the lion pit" Spencer said.