A/N: I am sorry. I wanted to post last week, I really did. But I got Strep and therefore couldn't. So I'm trying to get two chapters up this week. (Cross your fingers xP) I just want all of you lovely readers to know that I love you and thinking about you guys pushed this chapter out of me. So thank yourselves! Lol.
Beta: TalaDentro!!! Because chapters come with mistakes. And she makes the majority of those mistakes go away. (B/N: Who is deathly ill so I apologize for anything I might've missed.)
Chapter 2: Pineapply Goodness (And before you ask if that is a word…..IT IS NOW!!!!)
"Shawn, you should go." Lassiter said. I barely heard him. All I could do was stare down at my father's body as an odd mix of emotions ran through , shock, anger, confusion. But the one that was most evident: relief. Henry was gone. It took all I had to keep my lips from curling into a smile.
"What happened to him?" I finally asked, pulling myself out of my head and back into the room. Lassiter hesitated before speaking.
"He was shot. Point blank in the chest. No signs of a break-in."
"Of course not. If someone tried to break into Henry's house, he'd have them pinned to the ground or shot before you could say 'Pineapply goodness'." I said.
"Shawn, you need to leave. You can't work on this case." Lassiter said, standing up. His expression was the hard, determined one I was used to seeing.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Obvious conflict of interest." He replied, exasperation dripping from his voice.
"But I'm not a cop. Therefore, that rule doesn't apply." I fought the urge to stick my tongue out when I saw the tiny little vein in his forehead start to pulse.
"No. I won't allow you anywhere near this case, Spencer."
"When has that ever stopped him before?" Gus chimed in. I nodded my head in agreement and Lassie sighed in exasperation.
"No, Spencer."
"How about this? We'll ask the chief. She gets the final say. Deal?" I asked. He smiled, sure he would win.
"Deal."
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"Chief! Tell Spencer he can't work his father's murder!" Lassiter shouted, bursting into her office.
"Excuse me?" Vic asked, looking at Lassiter with apparent aggravation.
"Tell this little 'psychic' annoyance that he can't work on his father's case due to conflict of interest."
"Have I ever mentioned how adorable you are when you're angry, Lassie?" I asked, strolling in behind him.
"Shut up, Spencer." Lassiter replied, glaring at me.
"Detective." Vic snapped, reprimanding him. "Now, what is the issue?"
"Spencer wants to consult on his father's murder case. Due to conflict of interest, he shouldn't be allowed to." Lassiter explained, forcing himself not to shout.
"But I'm not a cop. Therefore, I should be exempt from that rule. It's not like there would be a huge 'conflict' anyway." I said, looking at the chief. She stared back for a few moments, deliberating.
"He's in." She finally said. "However, if it becomes a problem, you'll be off the case. Understood?"
"Yes, Chief." I nodded, smiling when I saw Lassiter's expression. Anger and shock were battling it out on his face.
"Karen!" He shouted.
"Carlton!"
"Ally Sheedy!" I interjected. They both gave me a look that screamed Leave. Now. I scrambled out of the office and towards an exasperated Gus.
"For the record, I agree whole-heartedly with Lassiter. Not because of conflict of interest, but because it could stir up old memories you don't want remembered." He said, keeping his eyes forward. I looked back into the office. At Lassiter's back. At his firm shoulders, currently hunched in anger as he argued with Chief Vic.
"Maybe it's time those memories came out." I said as Lassie marched out of the office, looking annoyed out of his mind. I followed him to his desk and plopped down in the chair next to it. I watched as he rubbed his temples, trying to calm down.
"What do we got?" I asked, clasping my hands behind my head. He didn't open his eyes when he spoke and I was slightly disappointed that I missed out on seeing those beautiful baby blues.
"We have nothing. I have work to do. You hopefully have a crime to commit. So leave, Spencer." I stared at him with a puppy dog expression when he opened his eyes. "Now!"I stood up and walked back to Gus with a defeated look.
"Wait….we're actually leaving?" Gus' eyes widened in surprise.
"No." I replied. "We're going to see the coroner."
A/N: There you go! I'm sorry if it sucks. It's almost 2 a.m. and this is the first time I've stayed up this late writing in awhile. Please review! It will get another chapter faster!!!
By the way, there are some adorable pictures of Tim Omudson in the Psych character profiles on the USA website. Just sayin.
