I will give y'all two chapters in one day! Oh, one more thing: I don't own, nor do I claim to own, Psych in any way, shape or form.
It had been a few hours after the shootout. Shawn had wanted to get out of the apartment for a while, and after a while of arguing, Gus had agreed to take him where ever he wanted to go that didn't involve this case.
They decided to go out for tacos, then just drove around after that. Gus had steered clear of the SBPD, deciding on not going anywhere near it. He glanced in the rear view mirror to see what was behind him, but he wished now that he didn't look; because he saw the all too familiar dark sedan following them, the same one that had shot out the window. "That's the car whose driver is trying to kill you."
Shawn glanced over his shoulder, studying the car. Whoever was driving was definitely following them. His dad had said the guy's name was Ryan. Who exactly was Ryan?
The car ride was in silence that is until the person following them had pulled out a gun and started shooting at them, the first shot had shattered the back glass. Then the person chasing them shot out the right back tire.
Gus tried to keep control of the car, but it ended up spinning out of control, in front of another car whom couldn't stop in time and slammed into the Echo head on, which forced the small blue car off the road and they slammed against a tree.
The sedan had paused a little ways behind them, then sped off.
Henry was sitting at one of the vacant desks, glancing threw Ryan's file. He was wanted for several things, mostly drug possession which could be the reason that he saw Shawn as a threat, because he had overheard something between Ryan and Frank that had something to do with illegal drugs.
Juliet was on the phone a little ways away looking troubled. She quickly hung up. "Carlton, there's been an accident!" She said, quickly telling him the name of the road. "Onlookers said that it had been a hit and run."
Lassiter pushed his chair back, standing up. "We should get down there then."
Henry grabbed his jacket. "I'm coming too, this may have been from the same guy we're searching for.." he trailed off, thinking. He took a deep breath, then glanced at Detective O'Hara. "Did they say who was involved?"
She shook her head. "I'm afraid not."
He sighed. "I think I know, but we have to get down there."
In the short ride to the accident, Henry didn't tell them anything about who he thought was in the accident, he just rode in Lassiter's car in silence; then waited impatiently for the car to stop. He quickly jumped out, glancing around the scene.
The first thing he saw was a silver Nissan, still in the middle of the road, the front end of the car smashed. The driver had yet to get out, probably too shaky to move at the moment. Several people had stopped to watch, so any of them could have been the one to dial the Santa Barbara Police Department. He scanned the rest of the crime scene. Glass and debris was everywhere, that was when he noticed the second car that was in the accident, the back windshield had been shattered, and it was the car that he knew so well because he had seen it a lot at the police station and at his house, but the blue paint looked like it had been scraped off really good, but there was no mistaken: that was the Echo.
He hurried towards the car, pausing first on the driver's side, then knocked on the window before swinging the door open. "You alright, Gus?" He asked, when he noticed that his son's best friend was some what awake.
Gus nodded. "I'm alright," he answered, rubbing his head.
Henry nodded. "Okay, then. You stay here. I'm just going around to check on Shawn, alright?"
Gus had tried to glance over to where he knew Shawn was, but it hurt his neck to put that much strain on it.
Henry walked quickly around the car, then pulled open the passenger door. "Shawn? You alright, kid?" He asked, lightly shaking him.
Juliet paused nearby, her cell phone up to her ear. "Hold on," she said to whoever she was talking too. "Mr. Spencer, report!" She called out.
Henry glanced towards her. "Gus was awake," he ducked his head back inside the car for just a moment, then returned his gaze to her. "Shawn isn't conscious, but he's breathing."
She nodded at the information, then relayed it to the person on the phone. After ending the call, she had walked over to Gus's side of the car to talk to him. "Did you see who hit you?"
He nodded. "Yah, it was the same dark sedan that shot the window at the apartment." He answered.
She wrote something down on her notepad. "Another quick question. Does anything hurt?"
He gave another nod. "My neck hurts," he answered.
She nodded. "I called the paramedics, and they are on their way. Can you walk?" She asked.
He shrug."I don't know, I haven't tried yet."
"Hang in there, Gus." She tapped his shoulder lightly with her hand, then went back to where he partner was talking to the other driver.
Henry had stayed beside Shawn until the paramedics got there, then he backed out of the way to let them work. After a few moments of watching the paramedics, he walked over to where Juliet and Lassiter were talking.
"..it was a sedan." Juliet was informing her partner of what Gus had told her a little bit earlier.
Lassiter nodded at that. "License plate number?"
She shrug. "He didn't say anything about the license plate number, because I don't think he really saw it."
Carlton opened his mouth to say something when his cell phone rang. He answered it. "Lassiter." Then paused to listen to who ever was calling on the other line. He glanced from Juliet to Henry, then back again. "Hold on a moment," he walked a little ways off.
Juliet sighed, then glanced at Henry. "Did you ever get Shawn awake?" She asked him, a little hesitantly.
He shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. I want to be with him, but I really want to catch the guy who did this first."
She sighed, then opened her mouth to object, but ended up closing it again. "Alright then. We should go out and find this guy. And we should work together, which means I know you probably want him dead, but let us arrest him and have him spend the rest of his life in jail. That a deal?"
He nodded. "Deal."
Shawn's eyes snapped open when he was lifted out of the passenger seat by three sets of arms. His mind didn't register who it was that was trying to help him, he just knew that three other people were there. He tried to fight back panic with no such luck. Feeling threatened, he started struggling trying to get out of his captive's hands.
"Calm down," one of the voices said, which sounded like it belonged to a woman. "We're trying to help you."
Her voice was kind of soothing, but he still thought they were going to take him somewhere to hurt him or maybe kill him. "Gus?!" He called out, remembering that he had been with his best friend. But there was no answer. "Gus?!" He tried again. He went back to struggling. "Let me go!"
They gently laid him on the waiting stretcher, but since he was a little disoriented and struggling, they had to restrain him. "We're not going to hurt you," one of the men spoke up. "Take it easy." He motioned for someone to come over. "Help us here."
Shawn struggled again, fighting against the restraints. His heart rate was probably up because he was panicking, then he saw someone walking towards him. "Let me go!" He hissed again.
"Shawn, calm down." A familiar voice said softly.
Shawn kept struggling until he had finally recognized that voice, about the same time that his vision cleared up and he was finally able to see his dad standing there. "Dad?" He went back to struggling again. "Your working with them?"
Henry sighed. "Shawn, listen to me. Listen." Shawn stopped struggling at that, but he was still shaking. "Now look at me," he said, then waited for him to glance up at him. "You and Gus was pushed off the road by the sedan who is after you. And these nice people who are trying to help you are paramedics. They are trying to take you to the hospital if you would stop fighting them. They are the good guys."
Shawn opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He had stopped struggling, but his eyes were wide with fear. "Is Gus okay?" He asked after a moment of silence.
Henry nodded. "He's alright." He lightly tapped his shoulder. "Look, kid. I will be at the hospital as soon as I can, alright? But I'm going to help track down the person who did this." He glanced back towards the paramedics, before returning his gaze to Shawn. "Let them do their job now, alright?"
Shawn took a deep breath, then finally gave a slight nod. It was still clear how nervous he was, but he forced himself to stay still to let them work.
Henry sighed as he walked back over to where Juliet was. "That was tough to watch," he said, nodding back towards where the paramedics was helping Shawn.
Juliet nodded in understanding. "I bet it was. Come on now, if your going to help us, we have a ton of work to do." She said, then walked off to talk to the witnesses to see if any one had seen a license plate number or something useful that they didn't already know.
One person stepped forward. "I saw the license plate, and I wrote the number down." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a waded up piece of paper, then handed it to them.
She smiled at him. "Thank you so much, sir." She hurried over to where her partner was still on the phone. "Carlton!" She called. "One of the witnesses happened to get the license plate number," she said, handing him the piece of paper.
Lassiter glanced at it, then went back to the person on the phone. He read the numbers off to whoever he was talking too. "Now see if you can track it." He was silent, waiting for any information.
Juliet had watched the paramedics help the man who was driving the Nissan, then returned her gaze to Carlton and Henry.
Henry was tapping his foot against the ground impatiently, while they waited.
"Got it!" Lassiter hung his phone up, then glanced at Juliet. "We got a location."
Gus must have fallen asleep or passed out before the paramedics got there to help, because the next time he woke up, he was in the hospital, hooked up to the heart machine. He glanced to his left and was happy that they put him in the same room with Shawn.
Shawn was asleep now, and it had looked as if they had to restrain him which meant he had probably woke up before they could really check him out. But why did they have to restrain him? Unless he fought them which was possible.
He glanced back towards the white ceiling which matched the white walls perfectly.
The door slowly opened and a nurse walked in. "Good evening, Mr. Guster." She said cheerfully.
Gus smiled at her. "Evening. So what happened with.." he nodded towards Shawn.
She smiled in understanding, then flipped threw her clipboard. "It would appear that Mr. Spencer tried to fight them and wouldn't let them do their job. So they kept the restraints on because they're afraid that he might still be disoriented when he wakes up again and tries to get out of here." She glanced over at Shawn, then back at Gus. "They said that he was paranoid that they was going to hurt him, so once they got him here we had to give him something to sedate him." She answered.
Shawn was normally a restless sleeper, but right now he was laying just so still that Gus had to keep checking to make sure he was still alive. He glanced back to the nice nurse. "Thanks for the update."
The nurse smiled. "You suffered whiplash, which would probably explain the pain in your neck," she informed him before he could ask, then glanced back down at her chart. "Welp, seems like everything is fine in here for now. I will come back in later to check on you." She said, then walked off.
Gus watched her leave, then glanced back towards the ceiling. It was actually peace and quiet in here, if Shawn had been awake and in the right frame of mind, he would probably have been talking and of course flirting with the pretty nurse.
He glanced back over towards Shawn, then returned his gaze to the ceiling. He would enjoy the silence as much as he possibly could.
Lassiter pulled the car up to a little shack of a house. "This is the place?" He asked in disbelief, but clearly wasn't waiting for an answer. He got out, trusting Juliet and Henry to follow him, as he walked up to the door since there was no porch. He raised his fist up, then tapped the door three times.
Juliet paused behind him, glancing around. "Maybe he's not home?" She suggested.
He shook his head. "This was where the car was tracked too.." he tried the door knob and it was actually unlocked. He twisted the knob, then pushed open the door.
Henry followed the two detectives into the house to look around.
Lassiter had paused. The living room was a mess, things turned over, the coffee table broken, but that wasn't what had caused the head detective to stop walking. Juliet followed his gaze and gasped. Henry stopped inches behind them.
In the middle of the room there was a body, with a rope tied around their throat and hung from the ceiling.
Forensics and the coroner had came by not too long ago and was dusting for prints. Lassiter put on a pair of gloves after they had gotten the body down, then opened the wallet. He took a deep breath. "O'Hara, Spencer, we may have a problem.." he said, glancing up towards them. "This is Ryan, the guy that's.. I mean, that we thought, was after Shawn. But this person has probably been dead for a long time because he's already ice cold."
Henry exchanged a glance with Juliet, then glanced back at Lassiter. "That means that someone else is after him.. we need to get down to the hospital."
Blending in to his surroundings was never hard to do, and now it may actually come in handy. He pulled the white cloth around his shoulders and put a pair of stethoscopes around his neck. Nobody would question a doctor. He clenched the hypodermic in his hands, then pushed open the door.
He pulled the mask over his face so no one would know what he looked like, since he was sure they had cameras in here. He smiled when he saw that the doctors had to restrain Shawn, so at least he wouldn't be a problem. He walked towards him, happy that his friend was probably in a deep sleep by now. "We have some unfinished business to attend too," he whispered softly, then glanced over towards Gus who was still asleep. He turned his attention back to Shawn.
Shawn had opened his eyes a slit, but he didn't bother struggling any more. His mind was fuzzy, so this was probably another doctor who was trying to help him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"I have one last shot for you," the 'doctor' smiled. He held up the hypodermic. "And I promise this will not hurt at all." He moved closer to his patient, then put the tip of the needle to his wrist.
Then the door flew open and banged against the wall. Lassiter walked into the room, with Juliet behind him, both aiming their guns at the 'doctor'. "Freeze! Drop it!"
The man glared at them, wondering briefly how they were able to track him down. He threw the hypodermic down, then ran towards the window, with the detectives right behind him.
Lassiter pushed him into the window, then roughly pulled his hands behind his back. "You're under arrest!"
Henry hurried over to Shawn who had yet to acknowledge that anything out of the ordinary was happening; and Gus on the other hand, jumped straight up when the door banged against the wall.
This story may sound over, but it's not. I want to keep working on it, so that's what I am going to do. This means that there will be some more danger in store just as soon as I can think of what it could be.
To my amazing readers, keep a look out for my next story that is currently in the drafts slowly being worked on called, Victory Lane, where Shawn gets to go undercover as a race car driver, with Gus posing as one of the crew members. Don't miss it!
One last thing, my laptop is currently at the shop hopefully getting fixed. *fingers crossed* but since this laptop is starting to love me again, made me decide to give you guys two chappies for having to wait so long for the next update. Your all amazing, even if you don't review. Although I love reviews and follows and favorites. So with that being said, if you have any idea for what the next round of danger could be, then don't hesitate to suggest it. Toodles, friends!
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