Clear Shot (Psych Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine

NOTE: Lenny and Sam are my own original characters. They may not be used in any other author's stories without permission and credit.

Shawn looked around. The building was eerily similar to the station he had been tied up in before, probably because they had the same overall manager. It looked a bit old, it was a little dirty, and the shelves were sort of cluttered. It wasn't as bad as the gas station, but it wasn't as nice as a car dealership usually was. They were probably in need of money.

"You must be Shawn," A voice interrupted Shawn's observations. He turned and saw a man wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Since he wasn't wearing the uniform, he must have been the head of the business, at least in the particular building. "The new hire?"

"Yeah, that's me," Shawn slightly shifted his bag so the cops could see a bit more, but not too much so as not to raise suspicion.

"I'm Lenny, the boss,"' Lenny replied. "Since it is your first night, you'll be with Sam. He'll tell you what the jobs are that you get to do when there aren't really any customers. You better listen to him, if you don't remember how to do it, that's a pretty easy way to get yourself fired. I don't exactly need you to work here." He had pointed the only other man in the room and Shawn realized what he meant. If he really only needed one employee at night, there wasn't much to do. Slow business meant they needed money in some way, and Shawn had a feeling they weren't getting it by the book.

Shawn walked over to where Sam was and let out a breath awkwardly. He hated when he had to work with a certain person and had to cooperate, but he had no choice. Lenny went behind the door, presumably into the back room.

"Alright, at night we mostly clean cars, organize things, and look over the deals that we aren't sure about," Sam pointed to a desk that was behind a wall with a window, although the entire side was like an open doorway. They didn't seem to have anything to block the general public from looking into their contracts, so Shawn understood why Juliet had said they thought the business was shady. He then realize he could slip something in about drugs.

"Trust me, I make sure people are sure about the more complicated deals I give them," Shawn said nonchalantly. "If you know what I mean."

He saw Sam nod his head slightly towards the door. As they started to clean the car that had just been received, Shawn used the change of angle to look at the door. Lenny was standing there, on his phone, but he had probably been watching them a couple minutes prior to then. He noticed him hanging up, and so got back to cleaning the car just in case he came back.

Just as Shawn predicted, Lenny opened the door and told them to stop.

"Come to the back room," He gestured for them to come. "Both of you." Shawn watched as Sam was completely comfortable. He knew what what happening, and so did Shawn. Hopefully. He grabbed the bag because of the camera and walked into the back room after Sam, letting the door close behind him.

Shawn set the bag down on the table at what he hoped was and at the same time wasn't a good angle for the surveillance van. He felt a hand on his arm, but, before he could ask what Sam was doing, he had already rolled up Shawn's sleeve. He had known about the bandage, or at least Lenny had.

"Where are they?" Lenny had to have been talking about the earpiece and camera, Shawn knew that much, but he didn't really know what to do. If he just randomly told him, he'd be following Rollins' directions, but the police could arrest him for obstruction of justice. Then again, he'd get someone shot if he didn't. As Shawn was going over the options in his mind, something caused him to decide very quickly. Lenny had a hand by his pocket, and Shawn saw the outline of what had to have been a gun there.

He froze and sharply took a breath. He knew then that he'd have to tell them. There was no way he could take being shot at again, not only because his body had recently been healing, but because of how traumatizing it was the first time. Shawn was already scared out of his mind and the gun wasn't even in sight yet. It had most likely affected him too much emotionally and psychologically.

With a sigh of defeat and yet relief, he took the earpiece out of his ear and pointed at his bag. Lenny took the earpiece and crushed it, while Sam immediately threw the bag out of the building, which probably broke the camera anyways.

"I got a contact," Lenny grinned. "Told me we could trust a guy with a bandage on his upper left arm, but that he'd be bugged by the police. And maybe a little tip that you'd recently been shot."

Rollins. Shawn now knew that they were definitely connected, although he should have realized it sooner. Rhoda's Oil N' Fill, Rhoda's Car Dealership. He should have known that they would know each other.

"And what exactly are you going to use his blackmail on me for?" Shawn replied curtly. There was no need to play along any more.

"You're gonna tell the police you thought there was no need for an investigation," Lenny said almost as if it were obvious. "That after we got rid of your bugs, we told you it interfered with the signal for one computer we do all our work on. That we were gonna let you handle the car deals. And we'll say I let you go home because you needed time to sort out the rules and procedures in your head. But, most importantly, you're going to make sure they don't come back here."

"You think they'll listen to me?" Shawn laughed dryly. "That story sounds almost as shady as your deals."

It was at this point that Lenny pulled out his gun. Shawn's eyes widened in fear and he stumbled back, falling to the floor right next to the table his bag had been before. He decided that it was time to stop talking. He no longer had the confidence he had on earlier cases with a gun on him to talk his way out and stall. He was weak and vulnerable. The two worst things to be when you're a detective that mostly deals with gun-carrying criminals.

"You know exactly what will happen if you don't do it," Lenny growled as Sam snickered at how feeble Shawn was acting. He couldn't even retaliate, the gun rendered him immobile with fright. "So, you're gonna work with us, won't you?"

Shawn simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn't even know if he could talk.

"Good choice," Lenny sneered. "Now you're gonna leave and follow those instructions. I'm not going to forget about this little deal. Get out."

Shawn got up as quickly as he could to do as the man with the gun said. After exiting the back room, he eyed the doors. Taking a few deep breaths to make himself seem calm, he pushed them open.