Bored, Ethan found a ball underneath one of the desks. “Where do you think they went?” he asked, throwing the rubber ball against the wall. He caught the ball as it bounced back. “I’m so bored! There has to be something we can do in this place!”
At Gus’ desk, Evelyn was drawing. She barely looked up to acknowledge her brother. “Read a book or something,” she answered, patiently. She gestured with her pencil. “The TV is right in front of you. I know you’re not afraid to turn on and watch other people’s TV.”
“I did not come all this way to watch TV,” Ethan complained. “Let’s go out and do something.”
“No,” Evelyn answered. She sat back to survey her sketch. On one side of her page, her brother laughed at her. On the opposite side, Shawn grinned. There was no mistaking the resemblance between the two, especially right next to each other. Evelyn shook her head.
Missing the ball, Ethan stood up and went to the window. As he bent to grab his only distraction, he caught sight of two men coming towards the office. The breeze caught one of the men’s jacket, whipping it back. “Evie,” the boy called uneasily. “That guy has a gun.”
Coming out of her seat, Evelyn darted to his side. Her eyes widened as she saw the men. Grabbing her brother’s arm, she ducked to the floor. “What are we going to do?” she asked.
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Gus parked the little bl disaster when we get back, you’re cleaning it up, Shawn,” Gus threatened as they walked up to where the dance competition was being held. “I know what two bored twelve year olds do when they get bored: the same things we used to do.”
Unconcerned, Shawn pushed the doors of the hall open. “What kind of damage can be done in a couple hours?”
Gus snorted. “Shawn, do you not remember anything of what we used to do?” he demanded. “And there are two of them! We’ll be lucky if they don’t burn the office down.”
“Jules!” Shawn exclaimed, spotting the detective. “What can we do for you?” He stopped in front of the caution tape spread across the hallway. “Don’t tell me someone was desperate enough to commit a crime in a place like this.”
The woman had a grave look on her face as she approached them. “I checked into Maria Jones,” she informed them, holding up the police tape for them to duck under. “Her co-workers said she wasn’t answering their calls, and then we got a call that brought us here.”
“This is where she works, isn’t it?” Gus clarified. O’Hara nodded, leading the way through the “What brought you here?”
O’Hara gestured to where a dark haired woman lay on the dance floor. Lassiter stood up from where he was kneeling beside the body. “She was strangled to death a few hours ago,” the head detective announced. “She was killed somewhere else and brought here.”
Swiftly, Shawn scanned the body. He saw the water stain on her shoes, but the only other thing he took notice of was the lack of a struggle. Raising his hands to his head, he exclaimed, “She didn’t know she was going to be killed. She didn’t believe he would do it.”
Everyone looked at him. Shawn flung his right hand out, waving it up and down. “They were near water,” Shawn continued. “She expected to be safe.”
“Do you have any idea who did it?” Juliet asked.
Dropping his hands, Shawn shook his head. “The spirits are being blocked by an extreme negative presence,” he answered. O’Hara sent a pointed look at her partner. “Don’t worry, guys. I’m sure it’s just a glitch. I will solve this case for you.”
“Look, Spencer, we don’t need you,” Lassiter snapped. “When you can bring something viable to the table, we’ll talk.”
“What table? Are we going out for lunch? If I’d known, I would have changed my shirt at least! ” Shawn asked innocently. “And now you’re changing your criteria! First, I had to have proof. Obviously, the dead body of Maria Jones is all the proof we need. Now we need to do something else?”
Rolling his eyes, Lassiter turned away. “Shawn, you really shouldn’t antagonize that man,” Gus warned. “He carries a gun, and I don’t think he would hesitate to shoot either of us.”
“First we were dealing with drug dealers, then kidnappers, now murderers? Gus, this is finally getting interesting!” Shawn responded, ignoring his friend’s worry. He paused, his mind going back to Evelyn drawing the men at the car. “We’ve got to get back to Ethan and Evelyn now.”
“Now you’re worried about the state of out office?”
“No, I think they’re in trouble. The murderers saw them.”
Gus parked the little blue Echo as close to the office as he could get. As he got out, Shawn grabbed his phone and dialed a number. Despite his initial statement of trouble, his steps were slow. “Shawn, who are you trying to call?” he demanded, climbing out of the car.
“Hey, Mom, it’s Shawn,” Shawn said, as he got a voicemail box. “Look. I need to talk to you, so give me a call as soon as you get this, OK? It’s very important.”
“You know that’s going to panic her,” Gus commented.
“Nah. I didn’t use my panic voice,” Shawn responded, picking up the pace of his stride. He opened the door to the office. “I’ve got to know, Gus. It’s no coincidence that two kids with the last name of Spencer refer to my mother as the one in charge of them. Dad and I will have words about this.”
He pushed open the door of the office. Absolute chaos was inside. Papers were on the floor. Furniture was overturned. And there was no one inside. “We’re too late,” Shawn said.
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Double Trouble (A Psych Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhen a set of twins arrive at the Psych office, Shawn gets involved in a case with some dancing, kidnappings, and lots of pineapple. Set in Season 3 after Episode 4, The Greatest Adventure In the History of Basic Cable.