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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"Looks like Lassiter is in the dog house tonight." Gus shock his head as he watched the commotion befall all over the street. The police had yet to hear from the kidnapper, questions still flew and lingered about why the criminal had asked for Lassiter to be there personally. The one bad thing about being a police officer during a case like this, when there was nothing else to do, you had to sit and wait and hope for the best. Looking over to his friend, his arms crossed. Shawn was staring at the sidewalk outside of the flower shop, to find anything out of place, anything to help solve who the victim was. But to Gus eyes, there was nothing out of place. Sure the street lamp was busted so it was more dark then necessary, but there was no bloody object or any signs of a struggle.
"What would you call this?"
"A waste of time?"
Shawn sighed and glared at his friend, "You know, if you showed some kind of effect I think Jules would be so impressed, she might even start calling your phone instead of mine." He watched his friend think about the odds and nodded to his own answer before following after Shawn. Standing on the curb, Shawn knelt down and reached for something that lingered in the dirt and grim. Gently he lifted and Gus tilted his head at the object.
"That looks like a flower."
"A rose if you want to be pacific."
Shawn rolled the damage rose within his fingers as he thought. “Now why would this be here? Normally people would line these up on bed cheets or even bathrooms for their loved one, but the street?”
“We are outside of a flower store Shawn. It is possible that the wind might of knock a rose off its display and pushed it into the street.” Shawn eyes glanced up as his friends spoke, his eyes picking up one object after another that seemed out of place. “Even thou that could happen Gus… I highly doubt that’s how this little fella got here.” Gus knelt down a little to settle beside his friend, staring at the damage rose, all but four petals clinging to the dirt covered stem. “How do you propose that?” His friend nodded to the area before him leading Gus’s eyes to follow. “It would have been one hell of a gust of wind for that to happen.” Gus eyes widen a little, finally noticing. All over the road, flower petals lingered, scattered and broken, stems lingered, crushed from the wheels of police cars and the heavy rush of feet. Everyone was in such a hurry, no one seem to notice the roses. But who would blame them? After so long, almost all the petals were gone.
“She was holding them.” Shawn whispered. Gus looked to him quietly as his friend stared at the rose again. “… This is weird, what kind of rose is this?” Tilting his head, Gus reached out a little and touched, what he hoped, was the cleanest part of the petal, plucking it off the stem. “Jeez Gus! The poor thing been through enough, must you abuse it more?!” His expression made Shawn snicker before going back to his task at hand, the rose petal was different. It was still a normal rose but the color, once you saw past the black and brown dirt and geese and lord knows what else, Gus could pick up that they were once white roses… and they had red splotches on them.
“It’s a two tone rose.” Shawn rose a brow making Gus sigh. “Its when they put dye on the seed and it changes the color of the rose. Giving it almost a tie dye look. Like back in the hippie days.” Shawn shock his head, staring at the battered object. “So it’s a dyed rose. Where have I seen this.” Gus tossed the petal back to the ground, his hand quick to wipe what grim he feared he got onto his pants. “From what I hear. They are very popular, I hardly ever see them. Sometimes you have to special order these types or you have to make your own and believe me. That can be quite a mess.”
“You tried to make these?”
“I thought Juliet might like them”
“How it go?”
“Ruined my favorite pair of slacks.”
“Bummer.”
Gus pushed himself back to his feet as Shawn kept his spot. The stem slowly turning in his moving fingers. He never paid attention to flowers or roses if he wasn’t trying to sway someone to his bed. But these types, he never paid as much as a glance… and yet he swore he saw these before. Lowering the stem, his eyes narrowed, it felt like someone took a bucket of cold water and splashed it on his brain, cause for some reason, he heard a voice echo in his ear.

‘They are unique… Like you.’

Shawn shock his head, the voice was deep and he knew it but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Tossing the object aside, he joined his friend in his stand, his lips pressed.
“So what now? We can’t get inside unless we break in and I’m not going too cause there’s cops everywhere.”
“Gus, say you’re a helpless women,”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on Gus, help me out here! I need you to reenact something for me.”
Gus rose a brow but sighed before rolling up his sleeves. “Alright.” Shawn nodded before waving his friend over to the door. “Alright, say you’re a helpless women.” His friend nodded, putting himself in line with the door frame. But when Shawn didn’t give him his next direction, he looked back only to see his friend staring at him. “What?”
“Say it.”
“Shawn!”
“It’ll help me I swear it!”
Gus pinched his nose in frustration before muttering, “I’m a helpless women.” Shawn only mocked gasp, placing his hand to his chest, “Gus I never knew!”
“Shawn!”
“Sorry, sorry. Now, You just bought these roses.. How would you carry them?”
Gus looked at his hands before clenching his right hand into a fist, leveling it in front of his chest. Shawn pictures it before shaking his head, “Gus you’re a women, not a baseball player.” Gus forward his brows in thought before placing his arms up, as if cradling a baby. “Good! Alright, You walked out from the store and walked this way.” He pointed to the sidewalk, letting Gus take a few steps. Staring at the ground, Shawns eyes picked up scruff marks. He searched and tried to make sense of them, which footsteps were the kidnappers? Which was the women? Which were theirs or even the police officers? His brain kicked into overdrive before he grasped it.
“The kidnapper was hiding here.” Quickly Shawn moved to the building corner, pressing his back against the cold brick wall. “He… He was waiting here. Waiting for her.” Gus followed after him, but his friend only waved his hand, signaling him to keep walking. With a sigh, Gus took a few more steps before letting out a shout when Shawn snuck up behind and wrapped his arm around his neck and shoulders, pinning him in place. “He came up behind her and grabbed her.” He explained to his startled friend, who only struggled to get out of the grip, “ I kinda figured Shawn!”
Letting him go, he pointed a little, “Your hands froze before they shot up to grab mine… So that means when she was grabbed, she dropped her flowers.” Looking down, Shawn began to walk around, searching, his shoe pushing every object he could find to peek over it, under it, searching, trying to find something. “What are you looking for?” Shawn held up his hand, silencing his friend. “I’m looking for anything else that might of dropped.” Gus tilted his head as Shawn began his search again, a little worried when Shawn began to muttered, “Marco……Marco…”
Shawn began to walk along the side walk, keeping a good distance from spot of the attack. If the women dropped the flowers she might of dropped something else, a purse, a ring, hell maybe a I.D. card. But when he began to walk back to his friends side, his feet stopped. His eyes slowly closed, his head tilting very slowly to the side, listening. Gus took a step towards him, wondering what he was listening too or even what he was listening for. But for the first time the whole day, Gus was struck shocked from what left Shawn’s lips.

“Romeo take me…”