Lassiters Break Down

I do not own Psych nor do I make any money off it. I just own Valerie Drew


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“Shawn we should leave. There’s no reason for us to be here.”
“Pancakes my friend! When will we ever get to watch a hostage pursuit? Its so rare, like finding the perfect toy in your cereal box.”
“We did watch one! Even better, we were APART of one! Did you forget about the bank already?!”
“No I didn’t Gus. I mean, like, outside looking in. Come on! We don’t have anything planned!”

Gus glared at his best friend in disbelief, his back protesting from his crouching position. Peeking over the bushes they hid behind, they watched the building the kidnapper was hiding in quickly get surrounded. Lights flashing in the street from cop cars as officers rush back and forth trying to figure out the best way to enter, figure out who, what, where and why? Gus sighed, shaking his head. He should of busted that police radio scanner in their office weeks ago. An Hour ago, he was getting ready to leave for the night. After getting his deserved fudge pop from the freezer, he was half way out the door when he heard a cracking noise of a radio kick to life and a voice read out through the static. His ear couldn’t pick up the numbers and codes they were calling out but he didn’t need too. His walking book of ‘know it all’ came bouncing out from behind the corner.
Shawns face was lit up like a Christmas tree, his hazel eyes wide, a grin on his face. ‘Gus! There’s a hostage take over just down the street. Lets move!” Gus eyes widen before he crossed his arms, “What? No! Shawn, that’s to dangerous!” Shawn only let out a whine before walking over, grabbing his friends arm, giving a weak show of tugging, “Oh come on! It’s been boring the past week and I’m itching for something fun! This could be it!” Gus stuck to his word and refuse to give a inch to Shawn outrageous demand. Sometimes he wondered why he stayed his friend for so long. His arm got tugged again and he only parted his lips to snap when Shawn words suddenly made his mouth go dry.
“You know, I bet Jules will be there.”
Shawn gave a grin to himself, he knew for a while Gus had a little crush on Lassiter female partner. Gus always seem to try and impress her or even show off and much to Shawn knowledge, Gus even did his nose trick. Smooth, ‘yeah right’ But slipping past him to the door, he mused loudly, “I bet she would be happy to see you too.. I kind of over heard her talking about you the other day.”
“What did she say?”
Shawn jumped a little on how close Gus managed to get, his eyes wide with the curiosity of a child. Shawn gave a little shrug, placing his fingers to his temple in show. “I believe, she said, and I quote, ‘Gus is very clean cut.’ everything else kind of ran together. But you know how girls are.” Inside he clapped his hands when he saw a grin bust on Gus’s face before it was quickly replaced with his serious expression. Shawn was going to keep the fact that Jules had said that to explain to Lassiter why it was worth keeping Shawn around. But Gus didn’t need to know that.
Raising his arms, placing his hands behind his head, he yawned, “But! If you don’t want to go with me, I suppose I could just tell her hi for you and tell her when she’s done she can come over to your place and tuck you in your witty bed and kiss you night night.” That did the trick, Gus nose flared before he shoved past his friend, making his way out the door and into the parking lot yelling, “I’ll drive.”

And so, that’s how they ended up here. Hiding in the bushes of the hostage building, Shawn eager and all but trembling in the shadows of what might happen or what he could do while Gus… He just kept his eyes open, making sure they don’t get caught, at least not soon.
“Do you know anything about this Shawn?”
“Nope, but the spirits will lead me to the answer. They always do.”
“I’m not stupid Shawn, how are you going to do this?”
“Easy, I’m going to walk into the building, demand the kidnapper give me the girl or risk bodily injury by my mighty psych powers and rescue the girl and leave the hero of the day and if all goes well, I will have thank you sex. Depending if the girl is willing and is hot.”
“What if she’s not?”
“Then a thank you card will serifs.”
Gus pushed a branch from his view a little to peek over. A smile broke out when a car pulled up to the taped off line. “I think that’s Juliet!” Shawn peeked over his friends shoulder for a better look, and sure enough. It was her, stepping out in her black two piece suit and white under shirt. She looked down right bad ass, but the view next to her took Shawns breath away. “Its Lassie…” Shawn closed his eyes a little as he took in the view. Like Gus, he had a crush on someone in the force, but instead of it being a girl. It ended up being with the same sex, a guy and better yet! With Carlton Lassiter! The man down right hated his guts and spent more time trying to out him and arrest him for being a con-artist and yet, Shawn couldn’t help but wish Lassiter would take his hand-cuff and lock him to the bars of the police department jail cell and perform a strip search. Oh the ideas he would come up with! Lassiter looked sexier then ever to Shawns eyes. His black hair slightly messed, his iron pressed shirt wrinkled, his brown slacks hugging those legs and his holster, hugging him just like how Shawn wanted too. ‘Damn gun.’ He muttered. But as his mind began to wonder, Gus voice pitched in, “What is Lassiter doing here? I thought he had a date with his soon-to-be wife.” Shawn twitched and glared at his friend. That’s right, he forgot, Lassiter was spoken for.
It was bad enough to know the man he crushed on was straight, but to know he fell for a chick that was that much of an air head?! Yeah sure, Shawn hit on her the first time they met, she’s hot, but after a while he learned she must have been a true blond. She lived her life around fashion, wearing the latest trends, showing off every little thing she wore in front of Lassiter for approval. What was worse, was that she didn’t know a lick about police work, Shawn had once spent a lunch date with the two happy couple and in the middle of the ‘delightful’ meal, Lassiter and Shawn got called away. When Lassiter replied, ‘10-4’ Val had looked at her watch and replied, ‘Honey its 10 till 3. You’re watch much of stopped.’ Come on! Who doesn’t know that?! What got under his skin the worse, was Val hated guns, GUNS! The one thing Lassiter loves and made a hobby out of! Lassiter always goes to the firing range, has over 13 guns hidden in his house alone and always carries his weapon of choice in his holster or pocket and he is marrying a chick who hates them?! What was he thinking?!
But with a sigh, he pushed himself to stand, much to Gus protest for him to get back down. Hoping over the bush he made his way to the group, hearing Gus yell and catch up, brushing the dirt from his pants.
“Lassie! Jules. What a surprise catching you guys here, have you been stalking me Lassie? Please say you have.”
“Spencer!” Lassiter voice growled, his eyes narrowed. Why should he be shocked that the fake psychic was here waiting to mock him? It was like Shawn was his shadow, always appearing and disappearing! Shaking his head, he started to dig into his pocket searching for his phone as Juliet spoke up. “Shawn! What are you doing here?” Shawn brushed his shirt a little, looking over his shoulder to the dark building. “I sensed a disturbance in this area and I had to come. The powers above would not let me go home.” He watched with a grin as Juliet covered her face, “Shawn this is serious, you need to go home. Gus!” Like a snap, he appeared next to her, a smile on his face. “Yes?” She waved her hand at Shawn, “Take him home, he’s just going to get in the way.” Gus started to nod. Crap, Gus WOULD try to take him home, anything to impress O’Hara, he searched quickly before he started to yell. Quickly his hands flew to his forehead, his leg pushing him towards the building, “Ah! I-I see it!” They paused as Shawn crouched a little, one of his arms searched out to the building, “He… He’s got her. He Hasn’t hurt her, but he’s got her close.” Lassiter stepped closer to him, his voice a whisper, “How do you know?” Shawn put his arms down before giving a shrug, “ A wild guess? I haven’t heard a girls scream, unless you count Gus when Juliet said his name.”
“I do NOT scream like a girl Shawn!”
“No, it was more like a squeal.”
“Shawn! Get out of here!” Lassiter was starting to lose his control, he still needed to call Valerie and tell her he wasn’t coming home… He wasn’t looking forward to that talk. But as Shawn voice started to whine, Vick appeared beside them. “Spencer! I’m glad you’re here!”
“Why Vick, you do know how to flatter a man.”
“Shawn, you can tell us who the women is.”
“I can what now??”
Vick waved off an officer, turning her full attention to the wide eyes con-artist. “My team is tracking down the owners of the flower store just down the street but its taking to long. We need to know who the women is inside. Use your visions or something.” Shawn blinked for a second before he glanced over to Gus, who only rose his shoulders in a shrug. Biting his inner cheek, Shawn placed his fingers to his temples and did a good act of his powers before he muttered, “I….can’t see… It’s to dark. Her face, its covered in shadows.” Vick let out a curse letting Shawn sigh in light relief. “If anything appear in your head Shawn, you have to tell me.”
“Does this mean we’re on the case?”
Vick gave him a hard look before turning away, leaving Shawn to yell, “I’ll take it!” Gus slide up beside his best friend muttering, “I think it would be a bad time to ask her about payment.”
“Gus.” Shawn held up his hand to stop his friend some talking, his eyes were fixed on something that concerned him. Lassiter stood out by his car, his face twisted in concern and worry. His cell pressed to his ear. “Something’s wrong.” He whispered, Gus glanced to where his friends eyes settle, a brow raised, “How can you tell? He always looks like that.” Shawn gave a little nod before whispering, “Yeah… but he never held his breath this long before.”

‘Hey! You reached Vals cell, sorry I’m not here. Just leave me a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I find your number. Oh! If this is Lassie, You better be home at 9:30 or I’m changing the locks, kisses!’

Lassiter pressed his lips as he lowered his phone. Something wasn’t right. He left a brief message, telling her he was pulled last minute onto a case and that he didn’t know how long it would take. What struck him as odd, was she didn’t call him back… Normally, she would call him back five to ten minutes after his message to either yell at him or reply. Even on some occasions she would send him a text. He felt it, deep inside, there was something wrong, maybe she was really mad at him. Maybe she was ignoring his calls. Maybe she would take back marrying him, what if she was changing the locks of his door as they spoke?! He cursed and called again, groaning out when he got voice mail again. This isn’t good. Not at all. Hanging his phone up, he pressed his phone into his chin, his eyes narrowed, what was he going to do?
“ Lassie, why the long face?”
This was not what he needed. Glaring at Shawn’s smiling face, he muttered, “None of your businesses.” Shawn opened his mouth to snap back but Carlton just shoved past him and headed to the police van where Vick was standing beside. He pressed his lips sighing. “Must be bad.” Gus whispered as Shawn nodded. “She might of finally dumped him.. My poor Lassie-face. Once I solved this case, I’m going to help him forget all about her.”
“You know Shawn, it creeps me out when you talk like that.”
“Then you should see what I’m thinking.”
“No thanks, your stick people drawings was bad enough.”
“Hey! That drawing was awesome, don’t deny it!”
Gus shock his head as Shawn smacked his shoulder to gain his attention, pointing down the street. “Come on, Vick said the flower shop was just down the street. Lets see if we can find anything.”
“Hit the Jackal switch?”
“Not now Gus.”