AN - Alright!! This should be fun! This is actually the first Psych fic I ever wrote. However, there was one I was able to post before this one XD I had to finish this one first. I broke it up into separate chapters for easier reading... I hope!

Anyway! I hope yall enjoy the story! And thanks in advance for reading!

Feel Outside the Box

By Tippy

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Shawn and Gus waved to the trio as they headed home, Jenna skipping away in front of her parents. Henry was clearing the dishes quietly, but the growing anger that all three knew was coming started to show as he moved into the kitchen.

The younger Spencer was more than tempted to bolt, already pulling Gus's keys out of his pocket, to his friend's dismay, and heading for the door.

"Shawn!" The sharp call left little room for mistake; his father was angry. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and every ounce of him wanted to run out the front door. A hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around. Now face to face with his father, he was surprised to see the slight resigned expression that betrayed the man's anger. "Look, I'll go along with this for Jenna, help her out a little... but you are not to put her in harms way in any shape or form, do you hear me..."

"I wouldn't do that!" Shawn defended, but his father looked skeptical. "Okay, maybe to Gus... and occasionally a cat... but not a kid barely in her teens!"

There was silence for a while before Gus allowed a sigh of relief to escape as Henry finally backed off. "You better be here early tomorrow..." Another stern, no-other-choice glare at Shawn was all he gave before heading back into the kitchen.

The two young men left through the front door moments after, jumping into the small, blue car and driving off.

It wasn't until they had almost made it back to the Psych office that Shawn realized he'd forgotten something.

"Duuuude..." Shawn droned, bringing a hand up over his face.

Gus glanced at his friend, his brow creasing. "What?"

The pseudo-psychic let his hand drop, "I forgot the paper I was working on... it's still on my dad's kitchen table..."

Gus didn't say anything for a moment, confused about why this would be a problem. "So? Can't you just redo it at the office?"

"Not the problem... I finished it and now my dad has a copy." Shawn paused, thinking the situation over before he let a half-smile crawl across his face, "I guess it's not too much of a problem... he could inadvertently help out."

"Alright, then. Problem solved," Gus declared as he pulled to a stop in front of their office.

They stepped out of the car, Shawn checking to see if his bike was still parked where he'd left it before unlocking the front door and stepping into the quiet building.

"I'm pretty sure I've got the paper figured out." He grabbed a notepad from the nearest desk and began scribbling out the names and numbers.

Gus watched patiently, leaning against his desk, his arms crossed. There was little doubt in his mind that Shawn had figured out what the clue meant, which should have made him happy. But a voice in the back of his head was screaming 'trouble'. What frightened him the most was knowing that his friend wouldn't go straight to the police... no, he'd want to go check things out, snoop around, see if he was right, which usually lead to some close calls for the both of them. However, tonight, he hoped he was wrong and Shawn would have enough sense to get the police involved immediately. If I'm lucky... which he usually wasn't...

"What do these look like to you?" Shawn had finished writing out the information and spun the pad around, handing it to Gus.

He read over the lines of writing, one brow lifting in surprise. "These look like addresses and times... for the next fight?"

"Most likely." Shawn paused, and the look that Gus dreaded the most crossed his friend's face. The next statement was interrupted before he could continue.

"No way, Shawn!" Gus almost shouted. "There is no way we're going to go over there! If we got caught, we'd be dead! End of discussion!" Shawn looked about to protest. "No! And I'm not letting you drag me into it." Without another word, he grabbed his car keys and turned to leave the office.

"Dude, we'd be like Brad Pitt and Edward Norton in Fight Club... except that'd mean we're the same person... and I'm not sure how that works... but it'd be fun!" Shawn spouted with a little too much enthusiasm.

Gus didn't respond, instead pushing through the front door, leaving his partner alone in the office, note pad hanging by his side.

"Fine… I'll just have to do this myself." He paused for a moment, looking down at the paper. Scoping out the place right now would do him little good, considering the fight was scheduled for tomorrow evening. Catch them while they're setting up? he asked himself before making the decision to head over after lunch. And Gus might be willing to come then!

There was little for him to do now. He had his locations and times, which should have been good enough, but without something solid he wasn't willing to make the mistake. Grabbing his bike keys from his desk drawer, he headed out.

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It was fifteen after noon when Henry heard the skid of wheels on sidewalk and the creak of his gate opening. He had to admit she was good with time management. He wasn't expecting Shawn until one or one thirty. He laughed to himself. Maybe Shawn could learn a thing or two from Miss Jenna. Stepping through the open back door, he smiled at the empathic girl as she parked her bike next to the fence.

"Hey! You like being early I see." He'd crossed his arms as he watched her walk towards the porch.

She giggled, realizing he wasn't upset with her. "I don't like being late, and I finished all my work, so I came over."

He nodded. "Well good, maybe you could teach my son to be as prompt. Have you had lunch?"

Shaking her head, she smiled. "Nope, I brought it with me. There's some for you too if you want it?"

He finally noticed the bag she had sitting in the bike's basket. "I'd love some. What did you bring?"

"Chicken and grape salad sandwiches. Mom helped me make them." She smiled proudly. "I brought apples, too."

"That sounds perfect. I think I have some ice cream. Would you like some for dessert?" He'd been planning on having a burger left from the day before. Fresh chicken salad sounded much more appetizing now that he thought about it. When he caught her bright smile and nod, he nodded back in finality. "Alright then! Shall we eat outside?" he said cheerily. It was an odd feeling, but not unwelcome, especially when he had become accustomed to annoyance, anger and frustration with his son.

Jenna nodded and turned back to her bike, pulling out the bag of food stuffs and setting it on the picnic table.

The next hour went by with the two eating their lunch and dessert, talking about Shawn's 'psychic abilities' and how they worked. At some point after the meal, Henry had asked about Jenna's abilities. She explained how she had been able to connect with other people's feelings, be it emotions or physical senses.

"How far can you reach someone?" Henry asked. When he didn't get an immediate answer and the girl looked at him with confusion on her face, he elaborated. "Would you be able to tell what someone else is feeling if they're, let's say, across town?"

She paused for a moment, thinking over the question. "Sometimes I can tell how dad is feeling when he's at work, but that's only if I think about him really hard."

Henry nodded and checked his watch. One thirty had come and still no sign of his son. "Do you want to try that out? See what Shawn is feeling right now?"

"He's late, isn't he." He was surprised at the statement. He was about to ask, when she clarified. "You got a little annoyed when you talked about him."

Henry gave a lopsided grin. "Yes, he's late, but that's not unusual. How about we try and figure out what he's up to. You tell me what he's feeling and I'll see if I can figure out what he's doing."

She smiled and nodded brightly. "Do you have a picture of him? It's easier to focus when I can see his face." Henry nodded and went inside, coming out soon after with a small, framed photo of Shawn and himself during Christmas. Shawn wore a red Santa hat and a goofy smile as he stood next to his less than enthused father.

Handing the picture to Jenna, she let out a small giggle. Henry rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her.

"Alright, concentrate on Shawn and tell me what he's feeling." The instruction quieted her giggles and Jenna turned focused eyes to the younger of the two in the photo.

A long, quiet moment passed as she stared at the image, her features portraying determined focus. Henry was about to speak when a sharp intake of breath from the twelve year old stopped him. For another moment, she said nothing and he couldn't help his impatience.

"What is it?" He spoke low and even.

"Panic." Her eyes remained on the photo. "Scared. Something's wrong." Henry was about to explain that Shawn was probably just now realizing he was late and knew how angry he would be with his son, but when Jenna let out a sharp yelp and grabbed her left elbow his stomach flipped with concern. The pain vanished from her face however as the picture fell to the ground. Her brown eyes looked over to him in concern and fear as she understood what had just happened.

Henry quickly jumped up and pulled his cell phone from his pocket and flipped it open. Finding his son's number, he hit send and pressed the receiver to his ear.

"Dad!" Shawn's breathless voice sounded and Henry let out the breath he'd been holding. "I'm a little busy."

"Shawn, where are you?" he demanded, his concern turning to anger.

"I'm-" His son's response was cut off as a muffled thud followed by a sharp crack sounded, the phone hitting a hard floor.

"Shawn?" Henry called in concern, but his only answer was the phone snapping shut and silence.

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What was it with his luck this week? Maybe it was just a bad streak... a bad streak that was probably going to get him killed!

The day had started off with a number of calls to Gus. It didn't seem any form of convincing could get the pharmaceutical salesman away from his work, and when his last call went straight to voicemail, Shawn knew he'd be going in on his own.

He'd made it to the warehouse and inside pretty easily, situating himself atop a stack of crates near the window he'd climbed through. Using the camera he'd borrowed, flash off, he'd even taken a few pictures of the ring setup. Everything had been going fine, until he realized his boxes weren't stacked for proper stability.

One moment he'd been moving back towards the window, the next, he was swinging his arms for unobtainable balance. Thankfully, he hadn't been too high up and he'd only managed to bang his left arm against one of the crates as he landed. The pain was quickly forgotten, however, as shouts filled the warehouse and running footsteps started in his direction.

He'd pushed himself up and ran behind more crates, trying to locate a ground exit. When his cell phone rang, he nearly cried out in surprise, his heart fluttering at the overly loud noise.

It had been his dad. Great. "Dad!" He tried to keep his voice low through pants of breath. "I'm a little busy." His father sounded worried as he asked him where he was. "I'm-" His answer was cut short when a fist smashed into his jaw, throwing him back to the ground, the phone flying from his hand and skittering across the cement floor.

Now, still laying on his back, Shawn found himself looking up into the face of a very angry, very large man. He was soon joined by another, and together they hauled the fake psychic to his feet, dragging him out into the open warehouse.

Six more figures approached them, one of which was Nathan Porter, one of the main suspects the police had on file. He appeared to be the ring leader, motioning to one of the other men to step forward.

Shawn flinched as a well built man stepped forward and grabbed the camera that hung around his neck, pulling it over his head in one quick movement before ripping out the film and throwing the device on the floor. The fake psychic cringed as he watched the camera bounce off the concrete. His secretary was going to kill him.

"What should we do with him, Nate?" the man holding Shawn's right arm asked, his grip tightening.

"You could let me go?" he offered pitifully. "I mean, I really didn't see anything. Just a big warehouse with guys working, right? No need to-" He was cut off yet again, this time by a fist to his gut. His knees buckled as he tried to curl in on himself. "Okay... maybe not," he wheezed out.

"Put him with the others. He can participate in the fight tonight." Nate spoke, pointing to a door on the other side of the warehouse. With a nod from his two captors, Shawn found himself being dragged roughly to the makeshift prison.

"By participate, he means holding up round cards, right? I mean, I can't say I wouldn't look good in a bikini, but I don't know how the people watching would react." The two men didn't say anything as they unlocked to door and pulled it open. Before Shawn could say anything else, he was thrown inside and the door shut behind him. Seriously! Ow... he grumbled to himself as he rubbed the arm that had taken the brunt of his fall. Looking around the small, dimly lit room, he caught the gazes of five other figures, all of which looked tired. Dark purple and blue bruises discolored their swollen cheek bones and jaws. Yeah... This doesn't look good...

Tbc...

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Yay! Chapter one! So the story is actually finished as previously mentioned... sorta... I split it up into 5 chapters so itll be an easier read D It might be 1 or 2 days before i post the next chapter! Hope yall enjoyed the start!

Thanks for reading and Lots o' love!!

Tippy