Ok, hope you like it! I had a little problem with Lassiter's part but I take in mind that Shawn probably has a concusion from the accident so he really isn't thinking right know.

"My, what a temper you have"

A psych Fanfiction

30 minutes later…

They have just arrived to the Santa Barbara Police department as the rain started to clear up; appearing to passerby's that the two in the car were in an interesting and heated discussion.

"Shawn, there is just no way that a caveman could beat an astronaut in a fight. Is just not possible!" Gus explained as he got out of the car, starting to walk to the other side to see if his stubborn friend needed his help. He's been distracting him from the obvious pain during the entire ride with a game of 'who would win'.

"Are you nuts? A caveman can pick up a rack of barbeque ribs as big as a car! He's a lot stronger than a wimpy scientist of an astronaut!" Shawn replied.

"Shawn that was Fred Flinstone! Besides, an astronaut doesn't need to be strong. He has a ray gun!" he said arriving at his friends door.

"Touché." Shawn said as he opened the door. He was having difficulty getting out because of his leg and ribs. The ride was less than smooth and it had given him a splitting headache on top of his aching ribs. The pain started to get worse half way, but thankfully Gus seemed to realize this and started distracting him with their current game. He was going to buy him a smoothie after this.

"Can you get out of the car?" Gus said. He was seeing the difficulty that his friend seemed to be having with it, but knew Shawn was too proud to ask for help.

"Don't be such a worry-wart, of course I can!" As he got his feet out of the car, he felt a sharp pain coming from his injured knee cap. His legs buckle, taking him down to the floor.

"Gahg!" He was bracing himself for the fall but felt a strong pair of hands supporting him upright. Now he really was going to buy him a smoothie, he thought.

"Yeah, you're the perfect image of health." Gus said accusingly.

"… Uh, I slipped?" he lied in hopes to regain his dignity.

"Uh huh…"

"So, how are you going to divine the killer? You aren't exactly fit for your usually psychic episodes." Gus was actually curious to see how his friend was going to pull it off without the extreme theatrics.

"No. No vision this time buddy." He replied solemnly.

"No?" Now that was interesting. Gus has never seeing Shawn back down from a chance to get attention. Shawn raised his head to the sky, had a small content smile on his face and answered him with a tone that Gus had only heard him use 3 times in his life.

"Nope. Allan deserves me to be respectful of his case." he answered him. His eyes widen as he heard. He never really knew how much did Allan meant to him. But that was before he got to see his friend pain filled words. It's actually kind of refreshing seeing Shawn's mature side for a moment.

"Besides, right now I'm using you as a cane, so my previous plan of jumping on top of lassies desk flew right out the window!" Shawn stated with a grin. 'Well, it was nice while it lasted' he thought

"Lets just go! The faster we finish here, the faster I can get you to the hospital!" Gus said as he helped his friend up the stairs.

"You're bossy when you're worry, you know that?" Shawn replied with grunt.

"Yeah, well, considering you're the one who gets hurt all the time, that's kind of a job requirement!" Gus said.

"Heh. Well I aim to misbehave!" Shawn said with a mischievous spark. They finished the climb of the stairs to the main hall. Some of the officers that are going out see his hunched stance as well as his soaked hair which decided to follow the rules of gravity for once, although no one seemed to notice the way he seemed to be hugging his broken ribs.

"Ok. I'm good." He said to Gus as he started to walk into the precinct. He sees first the image of a certain detective that was running around looking from folder to folder. She's been the buffer between Lassiter and the rest of the officers since all of this began and that has clearly taken its toll.

"Hey Jules! Wha--" He manages to say before he was cut off by her.

"Not know Shawn, we're very busy so come back later O.K." Juliet said hastily.

"Whoa there. I'm sensing some hostility there Jules. Are you by any chance channeling Lassie? I just wanted to know what's going on here." He said jokingly but slightly hurt at her way of treating him. She stopped in the hall and turned to him with a look of exasperation and said,

"Everyone volunteer to take a look at Officer Mckensy past case files to see if we can get a clue there. So we are very busy right now."

"But there is something I came to t--" He tried once again to tell her he had found the killer but was once more interrupted by the livid looking Head detective.

"Spencer! What the hell are you doing here! I don't need you to mess up all our hard work with your so called visions!" He all but screamed at him. Shawn muffled a grunt of exasperation fully knowing that it would only served to aggravate the detective. He knew Lassie always took this type of cases personal.

"All I was trying to tell you was--" At that he was once more interrupted by the chief herself. She looked almost the same as the first few months she spent with her new born daughter. She mustn't have had much hours of sleep. Although it was hard to tell with the whole sleeping with eyes open. He shuttered but holding his ribs as they shot another bolt of pain through him. But no one other than Gus notices this.

"Mr. Spencer what are you doing here?" she questioned with irritated eyes.

"I was--" Again interrupted. 'Why are they ganging up on me all of the sudden? I know that it's hard for them but come on! They put me on the case too' He thought.

"He was just being a nuisance as always!" Lassiter said with exasperation and a hint of anger in his voice. The words specially hurt this time because he saw some of the passing officers nodding their heads in agreement.

"Wait a min--" 'How could they think that?' he thought 'Wasn't he a part of the team too? I mean, he knew he could be sometimes annoying but it was always to make a tense situation more manageable.' His vision started swimming once more, not even sure if it was because of the accident of their words.

"Mr. Spencer, unless you have something to say, I suggest you stop interfering with my detectives work before I have someone throw you out of this building" He turned his head to the chief in attention to that. 'The Chief too? I thought she trusted me. I would never interfere with them. Ok, so he interferes with them for a living but he always got the job done? Didn't he?'

"I still don't see why we even call him in. He's just a complete waste of good police resources!" he said as he started walking back to his desk, Juliet and the chief behind him. 'A waste? Did Lassie actually think of him that way? ' he thought. All the while he was oblivious to the fact that ever since the conversation began, he had been trembling with rage of their words. 'I think I'm actually seeing what they think of me for the first time. I guess dad thought me wrong then. But he wasn't going to take it. Not any more.'

His rational side tried to stop him from what he was about to do but he had stopped listening to it since he woke up.

Gus stood behind his friend, having heard the entire conversation. Truly Shawn would never believe their words. Would he?

He was answered by the booming of his friend's scream.

"OK, THAT IS IT!" he stated angrily.

The entire station stopped with stunned silence. Never in their time have they known the psychic to raise his voice to anyone. And they hoped they never see it again. Shawn stood in front of the stunned detectives looking positively livid, his body shaking with raw anger. Having forgotten about his condition, he walked right up to their faces taking in their looks of utter shock.

"I have had it up to HERE, with all your ridicule and your mistrust in my abilities!" He declared. At that moment his memory started to kick in, making him remember all the times he had been ridicule by everyone.

"I've tried to make friends. I've tried to help out in any way possible. And I've tried to gain your fucking respect but I see I have wasted my time!" He said dangerously low. Lassiter was the first one to snap out of the stunned state that all of them were in.

"Now wait a minute Spence--" Lassiter tried to calm him down but it only served to direct his rage towards the oblivious detective.

"What! Are you going to undermined me again, detective! Are you finally going to throw me against the wall like you always want to do every time I even speak?!" He said his voice raise once more for all to hear.

"I've always annoyed you, haven't I? It must keep you up at nights the fact that I'm able to solve cases faster than you ever could." He said knowing were to hit the older man were it hurt. Lassiter stood there, barely able to control his anger. At this, the Chief decide to intervene.

"Mr. Spencer you are wa--" She stopped when she saw the rage that was directed to her from the psychic.

"NO! None of you have the right to criticize my words!" he screamed. On top of the murder of Allan, the realization that he never had their respect was way to much for him to let it roll from his back. He started now and there was no way he was stopping now. He turned to see Lassiter face to face and pointed his finger at him.

"You, Detective Lassiter! You've always have to be the big, bad, cop! The one to play the damn hero and always catch the bad guy. But the sarcasm and the harsh words are only for you to hide the fact that you're scared to let people see that you're vulnerable. You vowed to protect the innocent at all costs and yet, you can't stand that I am able to do it faster than you could ever hope for." He said smugly. His hand found its way once again to cradle his injured ribs. He really wasn't planning on saying all that but it's like the filter in his mouth was left at the crash site along with his bike. Now he turned his glare at the Chief.

"And you Chief! Every time that I've asked for a case, I have to do all but beg on my knees for you to give us a chance! And even with how little you give us, we still manage to solve the cases for you. Now I ask you. WHEN have I ever been wrong in a case that you are so fucking reluctant to give us any! I swear, I sometimes wish I never helped you save your damn job!" He saw her eyes bulged at that. He new he had crossed a line by saying that in front of everyone but his ribs had started to make themselves known so he stopped caring a long time ago. His previous anger started draining from him as he turned to Juliet.

"And then there's you Juliet. You know, I actually thought you were my friend. But a real friend would actually notice when a friend is trying his best to get everybody out of their miserable mood while he himself is mooring the lost of someone too! But instead you shot me away just like everyone." He saw her eyes burning with unshed tears and felt his heart ache because of his hand in it. But now all the pent-up anger gone his grieve came to the surface. He then said to them in a monotone voice.

"Did any one of you even stopped to think that I may have known Allan before any of you came here!" He saw their eyes widen at that. Of course no one had even considered this. They've always know how easily Shawn made friends but they forget sometimes that his father was on the force at one point. Shawn started walking to a nearby desk and threw the file on to it with resounding snap. He raises his head to face them and said.

"There's your killer. And I hope you're happy. Because this is the last case I will ever take from any of you." He then turned from their shocked faces and started walking to the exit murmuring to Gus to follow. Gus came to his side, worry about his friend condition and his sudden explosion. He had only seen Shawn act like that after his parents divorce before he got to his bike and went on the road. But what worried him the most was the fact that Shawn's parlor started to get sickly white ever since he stopped talking.

"Mr. Spen- Shawn wait!" Gus heard the chief say. But what surprised him was the fact that Shawn's hand got a hold of his arm to stop him. When he turned to see his friend, he saw his eyes unfocused and sweat forming on his forehead.

"Uhm, Gus? I t-think I should've gone to the h-hospital first…" Shawn said. He felt his knees buckle and his chest constricting. It was getting harder to breath and he didn't think the recent outburst did his ribs any good.

"Whoa! Hey Shawn! Shawn!" Gus asked concerned but he was no longer listening. He tried to take a deep breath which resulted in a coughing fit. He felt himself heaving as his body filled his lungs with blood. The pressure in his chest was unbearable. He still hasn't taken breath. His coughing started turning crimson and came out in what seemed like litters. Gus eyes widen at the site. Shawn felt rather than heard the other coming from behind.

"What's happeni--" The chief manage to say before seeing the puddle of blood that the floor started collecting.

"Oh god!" Juliet said with wide and tearful eyes. He felt her kneel right beside him trying to provide some sort of comfort but his ears were buzzing from lack of air.

"What's wrong with him?!" She asked Gus but receive no answer as the psychic friend was to worry about his partner and brother.

"McNab! Call an ambulance!" She heard Lassiter call out. She saw that almost the entire department was trying to see what was going on with their psychic.

Shawn finally manages to stop heaving but blood kept him from drawing any breath. He felt himself becoming numb as his body was gently cradle by someone. He didn't know who. But all he cared about is that it was soft and warm. He was so cold and so tired. Maybe he could just close his eyes for a second.

"Oh my god, Shawn! He heard as he close his eyes.

'Just for a second…' He though.

"Shawn!"

And all was dark…

TBC...

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