Double Trouble (A Psych Fanfiction)

Clients Always Bring A Case

“Gus! Gus, I need you!”

Just entering the office, Burton Guster paused in the doorway. Shawn Spencer was sitting in front of the TV, playing a video game. “Shawn, what are you doing?” he demanded, glaring at his partner. “I thought you said you’d look the case the chief gave us yesterday?”

His thumbs hitting the controls, Shawn glanced over briefly. “I haven’t had time,” he answered with a grin. “Bring me something to drink, OK? If I stop for one moment, I will lose my place and I’ll have to start all over again! I’m almost up to level 99!”

“Shawn, did you stay up all night playing Tetris?”

On screen, the objects piled up and GAME OVER flashed on the screen. “Aw, man!” Shawn groaned, dropping the controller. He flexed his fingers and stretched. “Not all night. I couldn’t sleep and you took your list of new fungus drugs with you, so I had to do something to sleep.”

“Only you didn’t sleep,” Gus responded, going to his computer. “Now can we please focus on this case? Drug rings are serious business.”

“So is being Tetris Champion,” Shawn answered, jumping to his feet. “First breakfast, and then I will solve the case.”

He headed for the cupboard. “I finished the cereal,” Gus mentioned.

Stricken, Shawn whirled around. “Dude! And you didn’t replace it?” he exclaimed. “How could you not replace what you’ve finished? You know I practically live here! Now I’m going to have to go out for breakfast. This will be a serious loss of time to get to the case.”

“First of all, you never replace the food when you finish it,” Gus said sharply. “And second, you have your own place to live. Third, you’ve had plenty of time to get to the case. You’ve been playing a game.”

There was a knock on the front door. “Go get that,” Shawn ordered. “I’m going to find some food.”

Rolling his eyes, Gus went back to the front door and opened it. He did a double take as he saw two faces looking back at him that were nearly identical. “I’m Ethan Spencer, and this is my sister Evelyn,” the boy spoke up first. His brown hair was tousled, and his blue eyes had a spark of mischief in them. “We think we saw a kidnapping.”

“Spencer?” Gus repeated. As he looked at them, he realized the pair bore a striking resemblance to one person he knew very well.

The pair nodded. “We were given your card,” Evelyn added helpfully.

“I see,” Gus said. “Just a moment.”

Closing the door, Gus walked back to the office. Shawn was in the middle of devouring a bag of Doritos. “You see what I am reduced to because you didn’t restock?” Shawn said, turning to face him. “If there were girl scouts selling cookies and you turned them away, I will be very upset. Maybe even furious.”

“Shawn, if you ever had kids, I’d be the godfather, right?” Gus asked, seriously.

Frowning, Shawn considered the question. “Since I’d have to choose between you, Lassiter, and McNab, I would definitely pick you,” he answered. “I shudder to think of what Lassie would teach my children if I died. Why? What’s with the serious look?”

“And you would tell me if you had any kids, right?” Gus questioned further. “Even if it was a youthful mistake?”

“Gus!” Shawn exclaimed in protest. His best friend continued to stare at him. “Fine. Yes, I will tell you when I become a father, which won’t be any time soon. Why are you asking these weird questions?”