Bad things happen, when you don't follow the rules.
WARNING: DARKNESS, DESPAIR, DEPRAVITY AND OTHER BAD THINGS THAT START WITH D. ALSO LANGUAGE.
Sorry. Very dark turn in this chapter, just briefly though. Next chapter will be angst ridden, but then we get action, guns, arrests, etc.
They'd been plotting for about twenty minutes now. All so angry, so concerned. Especially since Colby came in. Shawn couldn't even look at him. Everyone telling him it would be okay, and what they were going to do. It was too much. They were all being so considerate...while they told him exactly what was going to happen. Not asking him what he wanted to do, telling him. For his own good.
Shawn had to get out of there. He just stood up, and walked out of the office. Lassiter managed to stop the others from following him.
"I'll be right back." He muttered.
It was just too much. They were smothering him. How could they be so worried about him? How could he be so wrong about how they felt? He was a genius after all, and hyper-observant. He of all people should have noticed that they cared.
Apparently I'm not as smart as I thought. Shawn thought ruefully. He thought it again, not ten minutes later when he realised how stupid it was to walk through the Station by himself. It was at roughly the same time as he was grabbed from behind, his right arm twisted up behind him, another arm coming across his throat.
"What the-" He gasped.
"Say another word and I kill you right here." It was Truman. His arm tightened, and Shawn could barely breathe.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! What the hell were you thinking, Shawn? Brilliant, just brilliant! I'll just walk down this dark corridor by myself! That's such a good idea, never mind that there are three evil cops on a mission after me! I am such a moron. I just broke the first rule of the movies. Never split up. Never go off by yourself. Shit. I even said 'I'll be right back'.
The other two crooked cops met Shawn and Truman in an unused office.
"Hi, there Shawn." Randolf smiled. "It's good to see you're alright. I heard you got into a bit of a scrape. Got yourself hurt."
Truman released his hold on Shawn and shoved him to the ground. He fell, bruising his knees.
"Leave me alone." Shawn said.
"Aw, why would you want us to do that?" Truman smirked.
"We do our duty to the Lord."Ellis added.
"I saw you earlier. You were in the office. With your little fanclub." Colby told him.
"I know, because I was there."
"You wouldn't have told them about our little altercation, would you?" Truman asked. "Of course you did. I bet that your big bad detective, dear Lassie, noticed the bruises. What did he do, handcuff you to the bed and refuse to fuck you until you told him what happened?"
"No." Shawn replied. He was actually a little weird-ed out by how close Truman was to what had actually happened.
"Yeah, I bet that's exactly what happened." Colby inserted, ignoring Shawn. "And then, ickle Shawnie here went running to Daddy."
"Thou shalt respect thy mother and father." John frowned. "Does your father know of the Devil inside you?"
"Look, I'm getting serious Criminal Minds flashbacks here. If you guys start burning fish livers, I'm out of here."
"Stop it!" Colby back-handed him. "You don't take anything fucking seriously, do you?"
"When are you going to get the message, no one wants you here! You fucking fag." Truman punctuated his statement with a kick to Shawn's ribs. Shawn curled in on himself, protecting his front-side.
"You deserve to burn in Hell." John smiled. Then he added a kick to Shawn's unprotected back.
"I told you not to tell anyone. There were rules. You broke them. You deserve everything you get." Colby growled.
"You know," Truman's hands went to his own belt. "Maybe I should just fuck you."
"What?" Shawn croaked out. He was remembering stats he'd read on most homophobes being deeply repressed sexually. And they tended to react with sexual violence.
"Yeah, I could ruin you, and then that faggot detective wouldn't want you around anymore. No one else cares."
"No, please!" Shawn protested. "Look, I'm not with Lassie, okay? He's just a guy I work with, maybe a friend, but we aren't entirely sure about that yet. And I would never sleep with him! At least, not until he removed the stick from his ass." There was a pause as everybody reflected on how badly worded that protest was.
Truman reached into his pants, his belt already open....
"Shawn, are you alright?"
Buzz McNabb to the rescue!
"Shawn took a little tumble. We were just trying to help him out." Colby said, smiling as he pulled Shawn to his feet. Truman hurriedly sorted his trousers out. Shawn gave a sigh of relief that the sexual assault had been avoided.
"Buzz, buddy, give a guy a hand?" Shawn grabbed for Buzz and leaned heavily on the officer, shaking slightly as McNabb helped him out into the corridor.
"Shawn, what happened?"
"Nothing, Buzz. I fell, I'm fine." He grinned, but it was a half hearted attempt. He needed to get out of here, even more than before. He pulled away from his friend.
"Shawn!" Buzz called after him, but Shawn ignored him. He'd go outside and walk around the block to the smoothie joint. Maybe then he'd feel more like himself.
"Do you think he'll agree?" Vick asked. The wire she had offered to Spencer was lying in plain view on her desk.
"Of course he will!" Jules replied instantly. "It's his best chance. He'll want to stop them, won't he?"
"He will if I have anything to say about it." Henry added. "And where is that boy anyway? He just stormed out of here like a teenager in a temper tantrum."
"He just needed some air. I would if I were him." Lassiter replied.
"Carlton, why are you suddenly on Shawn's side in everything?" Karen asked him.
"I'm not! I just... so, I'm cutting the kid a little slack, there's nothing wrong with that."
There was a knock in the office door.
"Come in!" Everyone shouted at once, much to Vick's dismay.
"Chief, Detectives, Mr Spencer." Buzz greeted them nervously. "Um, Shawn had an accident and he just left the station, but there was something weird."
"What do you mean an accident?" Henry asked.
"Is he okay?" Jules asked.
"What happened?" Lassiter growled.
Buzz was a little taken aback.
"I was looking for Shawn, because Francine packed me a Tupperware tub full of pineapple with my lunch today, and I was wondering if he'd like some. Sergeant James said he'd seen Shawn go down that back corridor where the old records room is. So, I went down there, and I heard a weird noise coming from one of the unused offices."
"Wait, there are unused offices? Then why do I still have to have my desk in the bullpen!"
"Detective Lassiter!" Chief Vick frowned.
"I mean, I am so glad that I still have my desk amongst my fellow detectives." Lassiter corrected himself, voice full of sarcasm.
"What happened then, Buzz?" Juliet asked.
"Well this is where it got strange. Shawn was on the ground, and officers Randolf, Truman and Ellis were standing over him. I asked if he was alright and helped him out of the office. He said he was fine, and that he had just fallen over. But I didn't believe him. I don't know exactly what happened, but I don't know why Shawn would be in that back office. Or why he'd be with those three. Then he just took off, out the front."
"What? He left the station?" Lassiter asked, standing up.
"Yes sir."
Lassiter was off and running
I know, I was mean to poor Shawnie again. But I felt I needed this scene before we got to the good stuff. Also, was in a bad mood, and he was easy to take it out on. Reading reviews is better than sitting here eating my Easter Eggs. Save my waistline! Review!
