"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Shawn had assessed the situation and decided to defend himself the only way he knew how, by talking out of his ass.
"And why wouldn't I?" The burly man took a step closer, still brandishing a knife.
Uh, because if I were you I'd be a very non-violent person who doesn't like knives or guns or those funny little stick things that you can twirl around and whack people with? thought Shawn. No, that wasn't going to cut it. And on second thought, nunchucks were kind of cool. Speaking of which, a pair of those might be useful right about now.
"Because he's psychic, and along with his psychic abilities, he also has telekinetic powers, and if you take a single step closer, we'll all be out of these model ELM74.1 handcuffs and he'll have that knife turned on you so fast you won't even know what hit you." All eyes were on Chuck as he did his best to direct a menacing stare towards their captor. God, I hope he knows where he's going with this. Sarah silently prayed.
The burly man was not convinced.
"Since when does the CIA employ psychics?" he growled.
"Since they found me." Shawn countered. CIA? Well, that explained a lot. Man, and all I wanted was some pineapple froyo.
"Okay, then, 'psychic'," the man growled "if you're so powerful, then why are you still sitting there cuffed?"
"Uh, duhhhh, big scary man with the knife. Can I call you that? Actually, on second thought, I think I'll call you Renaldo. It becomes you. Yes…" Shawn paused for dramatic flair, "Renaldo. So, Renaldo, to answer your question – you wouldn't think I would be so silly as to attack you now when my psychic senses are telling me you have backup? There are only so many pointy objects I can direct with my mind at once, you know."
The man was dumbfounded. He was no novice in taking prisoners, brave prisoners even, who refused to yield their secrets up until the very end, but this was the first time one of his prisoners had so openly mocked him.
"Unfortunately for you, you're not the only one with backup." All heads turned toward the door as it swung open dramatically. Standing at the door was none other than Carlton Lassiter, Head Detective of the SBPD, followed closely behind by Junior Detective Juliet O'Hara. Both had their guns drawn and ready to fire.
"Lassie, you came for me! I knew you loved me!" Shawn squealed. Lassiter ignored Shawn and kept his weapon trained on "Renaldo".
"Drop your weapon and put your hands up. You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Shawn Spencer, and uh, these other two victims…" Juliet's voiced trailed off. The large man had pocketed the dagger and raised two guns, one pointed at each detective. Crap, he got my guns too? Sarah sighed. We really need to start arming Chuck. This was turning out to be one hell of a date.
"So you want to play this game, huh? You shoot me, I shoot you. Or you put your guns down slowly and nobody gets hurt." As the man spoke, the small door opened a second time as five other men, also armed, rushed into the room.
"Not so fast." There was a loud crash as three sets of handcuffs clattered to the hard cement floor. Within seconds, Sarah was standing, her long blonde hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she pulled down the two very sharp ended kanzashi which had been supporting her up-do all night. Back-up weapons number three and four. "Did you really think these were just for show?" she smiled as she launched the two hairpins across the room, sticking their main captor in both hands and forcing him to drop his weapons. It was the first time that Shawn had seen Sarah truly smile all night.
"Wha- how did you…?" For a second, silence dropped over the room as everyone looked from Sarah to the wincing Ring agent and back again.
"I told you I was telekinetic. Wish you'd listened to me now, don't you, Renaldo?" Shawn grinned as he tried his best to imitate his friend Gus's patented 'I told you so' face, and the silence was broken just as suddenly as it had appeared. It was go time, and finally it seemed that Shawn, Chuck, and company just might have the upper hand, thanks to the element of surprise.
The room was suddenly a sea of flying fists and feet, with Sarah leading the attack and Lassiter and Juliet trying their best to keep up. For the first thirty-odd seconds, Chuck stood huddled in a corner and assumed his classic defensive pose, known to his friends as "the Morgan", all the while muttering quietly under his breath "Flash! Come on, Chuck. Flash!"
And then he did. A rapid stream of images flooded his senses – images very similar to the sight occurring right before his eyes, and suddenly, though not for the first time, Chuck was well versed in kung fu.
"Kyaaaaaaaaa!" With a roaring, albeit somewhat high-pitched battle cry, Chuck brought his own newly found talents into the mix. Shawn stood dumbfounded at the sight – these agents were good. And Lassie and Jules weren't exactly novices either, though their skills certainly weren't up to CIA standards. Shawn watched as Juliet landed a swift elbow jab into the face of one of the Ring agents, bloodying his nose and knocking him to the ground. Shawn had never seen Juliet engage in hand-to-hand combat before – and it was kind of, well, entrancing.
His thoughts were broken, along with what felt like his jawbone, as a fist flew up into his face before he even had time to react.
"Owww…" Nobody punched Shawn Spencer in the face and got away with it. Of course, that was mainly because the last time anyone had tried that, Juliet's ex-boyfriend had come out of nowhere with that giant metal thing – some kind of construction equipment or something. It didn't matter, Scott wasn't here to defend him now, and it was probably for the better - Shawn wouldn't have wanted his help anyways.
Shawn clawed at his attacker, but he was no match for the larger man, who was up and fighting again despite the bleeding puncture wounds in both hands. Damn it, Shawn. You just had to cut your nails yesterday, didn't you? Out of the corners of his vision he could see that the man Juliet had knocked to the ground was still down and she had moved on to a second assailant, while Lassiter, Chuck, and Sarah were each locked in combat with a Ring agent of their own. As the man backed Shawn towards the wall, he re-drew his dagger, and Shawn could see his own frightened expression reflected in the blade.
"So, psychic, where are your telekinetic powers now?" The man whom Shawn had dubbed Renaldo sneered.
Shawn knew he was on his own this time, what with everybody else preoccupied with their own assailants, and not Lassie, not Jules, not even Gus or that annoying guy Scott could save him now. As the knife came closer to his throat, he willed himself not to cry as he thought about all the things he still wanted to do with his life. He realized that he had never truly thanked Gus for always being there for him. That he had never told Juliet that he loved her. That he had never admitted to Lassiter that maybe, just maybe Shawn didn't think the head detective totally sucked at his job. And that was something Shawn would never admit, even to himself, unless he truly believed he was going to die.
Author's Note: Phew, it feels so good to finally get this update published. You guys have been so patient in waiting for this next chapter, and I hope it was worth waiting for. Apologies if this kind of seems like a cliched "and all the characters got together in one big happy (albeit very violent) reunion" chapter, but I felt like I wouldn't really be doing the Psych/Chuck crossover genre (which apparently I'm pioneering) justice if I didn't. Also, sorry about the Shawn whump - I was very reluctant to include any whumpage in this story at all, maybe because I got a little too attached to these characters while writing this story and I didn't want to hurt them, but a fight with six Ring agents where no one gets hurt just didn't seem realistic (even though it happens on Chuck all the time), and considering that Shawn is the only one without any formal combat training, he just had to be the sacrificial lamb. Don't worry, he'll be okay, though - he always is, right? I'll try not to keep you guys waiting this long for the next update. Thanks for reading!