At the Station...
"Hey Shawn!" yelled Juliet. Shawn turned around to see her briskly walking towards him.
"Hey Jules, whatcha need?"
"O i was just wondering, how you were doing"
"I'm sensing that what you really mean is 'Shawn tell me about the case my best friend is on because i'm really worried about her and i want to make sure he gets caught' or maybe you meant 'Your obviously fine, let's go get a pineapple smoothie and split it using one straw'"
"The first one."
"Fine, but i'll have you know, theres a smoothie stand right next to the Psych office with a mean pineapple smoothie. Your taste buds will start doing the The Belinda across your tongue. As far as the case goes, i promise you, i will catch him. Have i ever let you down?"
"No, but like i said, i mean you said, i'm worried about Tammy. Look, umm" Juliet leaned in closer and whispered "If you ever need, you know, back up in any way, just remember i have my cell phone on me at all times."
"Juliet who else would i call? Gus? Please! he runs screaming like a little girl at the slightest sight of blood. Lassie would shoot the guy before i could finish talking to him. You are the one i can count on."
"Thanks." Juliet sighed relief. Shawns going to catch him. I know it! I hope... thought Juliet.
"No pro-"
"Spencer! My office! Now!" Yelled the chief. Shawn turned around to see a very frustrated chief walking back into her office where sat an elderly couple. He gave Juliet one last meaningful look and walked away. He knew what was coming but he never expected this.
As soon as he walked into the office, the dad lunged at Shawn and grabbed his collar. What surprised him the most was that he had pulled it down; revealing the bruises Raina had put there.
"Here is proof! My Raina is not a violent person at all unless she feels attacked! Your consultant scared the crap out of her and pushed her to-to," Mr. Damscot sighed. "He made her commit suicide!" He released his hands from Shawns collar and leaned back. "I want him arrested for murder!''
"Mr. Damscot, i know you're angry, and you have every right to be, but i can't arrest him for being strangled. I promise his unorthodox procedure will not go unrecognized however and he will be punished." The chief walked over to him and put a comforting hand on his arm. " I'm sorry about your loss, but it was not a murder." He shrugged her hand off and walked towards his wife, giving her a hug.
"The spirits say you're lying," said shawn. Karen glared at him.
"Now is not the time Mr. Spencer."
"Now is the perfect time actually. While investigating your daughters case, my Psychic senses picked up on a struggle. A plea for help. And even some bribery. Your daughter did not commit suicide. She was indeed, murdered." Mrs. Damscot turned her face into her husbands shoulder while he just gave Shawn a piercing stare.
"Mr. And Mrs. Damscot, could you give us a moment?"
"Certainly," Said Mr. Damscot and they turned to leave. Before exiting though, Mrs. Damscot turned around and locked eyes with Shawn.
"Find the man that did this to her. You owe her that much." Mr. Damscot pulled on her elbow for another hug and left.
"Mr. Spencer you better have some damming evidence for such a claim."
"Well, while i was at the psych office playing hop scotch with Gus, the extreme version of course, i suddenly lost control of my footing and missed the box i was to be jumping in. Gus said i missed but it was clearly a psychic interference. Gus said i was lying and didn't want to admit that i lost but then i told him-"
"Mr. Spencer, the short version please," Said the Chief Impatiently.
"Right. Okay so i looked down to where the spirits had decided to put my foot thats when i saw it. The clue they were trying to lead me to. It was an earring. At first i was confused, no bamboozled, no it was more flustered, yea flustered. Then i remembered, Raina was only wearing one earring and unless there's a new craze going around, i'm pretty sure she would have put both on before she offed herself."
"A missing earring...That's what you're basing this off?"
"Yea, pretty much."
"I'm sorry Mr. Spencer, but i'm going to need more than that to rule out suicide. Is there anything else?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then theres nothing i can do. Now about your mishap. If this wasn't such a high stakes case i wouldn't hesitate to pull you off of it. I don't want to see you or Mr. Guster anywhere near the other victims, got it?"
"Got it Chief."
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Psych office...
Gus was sitting at his desk when Shawn arrived carrying burritos. He handed one to Gus before sitting at his desk and stuffing his face.
"Gus your the medical go-to person, what makes someone have a fruity odor?"
"Fruity odors are usually associated with diabetes. Ketoacidosis? Woodhouse Sakatis disease? She might have gotten it confused with Bitter-Almond Breath if it was mixed with any other odors on him. Oh! Chigarins disease! It's relatively harmless if you stick with your pills but if you don't you won't be able to breathe through your nose and you will develop a rash all over"
"Gus your on fire like an Acapulco Armageddon! What would you use to prescribe it?"
"Sistatamine Glyphonitate" Shawn charged out of his chair and walked briskly to Gus's desk.
"Gus i'm sorry for ever calling your prescription sales a side job even if it is! Come on, let's go see if there are any recent purchases of Sista Glyph-fo-phone-i-tat-eh!"
"It's Sistatamine Glyphonitate and it's not a side job! This is my side job!" Gus glared at Shawn in his usual playfulness and walked out of the office. Shawn smiled at him and followed.
"Gus don't be a bull with ketchup on your nose! We need to hurry. I promised Jules i would catch this guy and i want her shawn-your-amazing-thank-you-so-much-for-helping-me hug soon."
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Pharmacy...
"You know Shawn, you didn't have to smash that poor ladies fruit salad into the floor," said Gus as they entered Blueridge Pharmacy.
"It was completely necessary. That salad was an abomination! It had no pineapple in it what-so-ever! Besides, i had to make the evidence look as big as possible if i was going to get any information about it, you know that."
"May i help you gentleman?" asked the red-headed female with the name tag Daisy attached to her shirt.
"Yes Daisy, My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my partner Mr. Chugchug. We work with the SBPD. We are going to need to see every patient who has ordered Sista-at-it-la-li-mat-"
"Sistamine Glyphonitate." Finished Gus
"Yes that thing" said Shawn.
"Okay hold on. Ummm it looks like we have seven people who have ordered this in the last month. I'll print you off the list." She clicked on her computer and left.
"Mr. Chugchug? That's the best you could come up with?" Shawn opened his mouth to retort but the pharmacist had returned.
"Here you go," She handed over a paper.
"Thank you Daisy. Since we're here Mr. Chugchug, you might as well get your stool softener. I know how much you've needed it." Daisy looked up at Gus amused but quickly looked back down . Gus was blushing but it was hidden beneath his chocolaty exterior. He stared at Shawn half laughing half furious and dragged him out of the store; Shawn grinning from ear to ear.