Disclaimer: I own nothing (Except their bubble heads :D *fist-bump*)
Authors note: I wanted to thank my new Beta reader, D.E. Lewis! I hope to learn great things from you Boss!
*sneaks like ninja*
*A pich-fork is suddenly jab in the wall by her head*
Me: GAHG!!!
*Sees angry moob*
Me: H-hey there guys! Long time no see huh. Isn't it a fine day for a picnic? I swear I cou-
*Lit torch almost hit her*
Me: OK! OK! I'm sorry! I'm soooo sorry for the long delay! But befor I knew it, thanksgiving was the next day and then my art show snuck up on me! Again. SOOO sorry!!!
*Lower their weaponts a bit*
Me: *puppy eyes* Pweeeeshh pweesh pwetty pweeeesh!!!
Mob: *man in the back shouts* Get with the story already!
Me: OH! Right!
After Shawn had passed out, the entire department became frantic in trying to help their Pseudo-Psychic. The ambulance arrived two minutes after he lost consciousness and the EMT's began working to keeping him alive. Lassiter and O'Hara followed the ambulance within their car.
As soon as they arrived, the doctors took Shawn directly into the O.R. shouting orders and hooking him to monitors. Almost 45 minutes had pass since they saw the doctors taking Shawn into surgery and had yet to receive any news. Gus became more and more anxious as time passed by with no news so he alternated between walking and sitting with his head between his hands, sick with worry, while Juliet sat beside him, fidgeting with her hands subconsciously and only covering her face when tears threaten to fall once again. Lassiter leaned beside the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes showing worry and almost, fear. As he raised his head to look at Gus, determination flashed across his eyes.
"Guster, what the hell happen back there? Other than being wet he looked fine!" Lassiter asked angrily. He had replayed the briefs moment he saw Spencer after arriving to the station, trying to see if there were any signs. But all he remembered has how annoyed and angry he felt at the time.
"He- He crashed his bike before coming to the station…" Gus stuttered as he looked up. Hearing this, Juliet's head snapped up from her hands and looked at Gus with disbelieve.
"What! Why didn't he go to a hospital?!" she asked.
"Because, the stubborn idiot that he is, wanted to make sure you got the file."
"Of all the irresponsible, idiotic stunts he has pulled, this--" Lassiter started but stopped short.
"Stop it right there Lassiter!" Gus whispered in a harsh tone. Both detectives looked at him with wide eyes. "You may not like Shawn, but don't you ever question the motives behind his actions!" Gus said angrily.
"This case was personal for him, so there was no way he was going to rest until he was sure he gave the file to somebody he trusted. That was you two." Gus pointed an accusing finger at the two detectives. Hearing this, the two detectives let those words sink in.
Lassiter paused as he began started thinking of the first day he meet Spencer. He thought about how annoyed and frustrated he felt every time Shawn started jumping around, dancing on his desk, or even sing the occasional polka clamming that his "visions" were to blame. But as time passed, he had to admit that even with all the theatrics, Spencer got results.
As Lassiter thought, he started remembering all those of the times Shawn had deliberately annoyed him to test his patience, all the time Shawn took the time to try and make him smile, all the times Shawn make him feel and did his best to include him as part of the group, and all of the times Shawn had helped him.
Shawn had been the one person who believed in his innocence when he was a suspect in the murder of Ernesto Chavez. When the Chief took his badge in front of his colleagues, he expected taunts or ridicule from Shawn, but it never came. Instead, he heard the last thing he would have imagined Shawn saying to him;
"I know you didn't do it buddy. And I'm going to do everything I can to prove it" Shawn gave him a nod and walked away…
God he was an ass…
Juliet on the other hand, had begun remembering the first time she had ever seen Shawn saw him in the restaurant. She had found it cute when he was fusing at her about his chair, showing her his straw cover snail and having visions of her cats. Ever since then, she had enjoyed his company. She remembered Shawn's constant flirting, all the times Shawn pulled a joke at the station, all those times Shawn made every exiting holiday fun-filled and exiting, and all the times Shawn had made her smile, by just being himself and showing the world his smile.
She always melted when he looked at her with those hazel eyes of his, filled with warmth and his mischievous spark, but the eyes she saw tonight started dimming until the warmth was replaced with such anger and hate that she never imagined him capable of. Her heart felt like lead when she though how she was part of the reason why they were that way.
She just hoped when he woke up, those eyes would become warm again. Her heart couldn't bear it if they didn't…
Gus couldn't help but see the distress the two detectives were having and felt a little bad for being partly responsible for it. "Look," he calmly started to say, but the rest was drowned by a fierce and familiar scream,
"…I'M HIS FATHER!!! NOW TELL ME WERE THE HELL IS MY SON!!!" Henry Spencer yelled at the nurse.
"Sir, please calm down-"
"I will NOT calm down until you tell me were my son is!!!"
"Sir, as we already told you--" The nurse looked like she was about to faint so Gus started walking to him to help the poor girl. Juliet followed soon after him, leaving Lassiter to answer his phone.
"Mr. Spencer!" Gus called, getting the worried father's attention.
"Gus! What happened?! How's Shawn?" Henry's face was sickly white with worry. When Chief Vick told him what happened to his son, he had went running out the door.
"He's still in surgery Mr. Spencer and nobody has told us anything since then." Juliet answered
"Well? What happened?!" He demanded, his worry suddenly replaced with anger.
"He crashed his bike when he was--" Gus started but once again,
"Of course it was! I knew that death trap was going to be a mistake ever since he bought it! How the hell did he loose control of it this time! He probably was trying to show off! I swear he--"
"… It was Allan…" Gus faintly whispered.
"… W-what?" Henry's eyes grew wide at this. He had known that Allan's case would hit Shawn hard. Gus told him how Shawn was doing during this past few days and he had started to get worried about him.
"Shawn deduced who Allan's murderer might be so he wanted to tell the chief before getting checked." Juliet said, defending Shawn's actions. She felt she at least owed him that.
"Then, how did he got there. If he crashed his motorcycle it shouldn't have worked." He said, his eyes accusing Guster.
"He called me after he crashed. I wanted to take him to a hospital but he insisted that he had to tell them who he though the killer was."
"Make that who the killer is." Lassiter said as he approached the group, closing his phone.
"Huh?" Henry asked.
"That was the chief. They interrogated the kid's' father that Sp-Shawn 'divined'. About five minutes in, he confessed to the murder of Officer McKensy."
"Shawn was right…" Juliet said under her breath.
"Look, Mr. Spencer. You know better than anyone how Shawn gets when somebody he cares about is involved in something. And when he gets out of this, you and I are going to annoy and pester him into taking better care of himself" Gus stated. "But right now, all we can do, is wait." The main door opened suddenly, revealing a man in bloody scrubs. His face was weary and tired as he made his way to the group. Unconsciously, everyone held their breath as they awaited the news.
"Family of Shawn Spencer?"…
TBC...
Me: Again, so terribly sorry! But I wanted to say thank you to all who commented and are sticking with me!
And since I'm not above buying my forgiveness, I'll let you guys choose the next type of story after this one. Chose from either
1.(emotional pain)
2.(torture/blood/supernatural)
or...
3.(A memory traumatized, gore-filled, twisted serial killer, misterious past )
For our little Shawnee!
Shawn: Hey! Don't I get a say in this?!
Me: No. Now hush! They're thinking.
Shawn: Well, can I at least get a scene acting all bad-ass?
Me: Uh. Ok, but ONLY if I can add a bare-chested you and a tearfull Juliet.
Shawn: What!
Me: With blood!
Shawn: ...Add a heroic scene with a kiss, and you got it.
Me: DEAL!
Shawn: Sweet! Hey Gus! Get the Psych-movile! We need to update my insurance!
Gus: W-what! Why!
Shawn: Don't be such a mallomar without the marshmellow Gus! Its for a good cause! *drags him out*
Gus: This involves a girl, doesn't it.
Shawn: Shules awaits my chocolate-flavored friend!
Gus: ...Don't ever call me that again...
Shawn: ...Agreed...
Me: Nice doing business with you guys! *chuckling on the inside*
Choose now!
Reviews are always welcome!!! :D