Coping (A Psych Fan-Fic)

Death and Revelations

A/N: This is a HUGE chapter. There are two more after this not including the epilogue. I was planning on dividing this into two chapters, but decided against it because I promised to upload it last Friday before I went on vacation. Sorry. Good news is I finished the next two chapters, just need to make a few modifications and hopefully I can have them uploaded before vacation ends next week. So please, please leave me a review. I LOVE comments!!!

Chapter 20:  Death and Revelations

Shawn POV:

I let out a whistle throughout the empty house. How he was able to afford something like this on his salary was beyond me. Why would a bachelor need something this huge anyway? I plopped down on the recliner and reclined back letting out a relaxing sigh as my muscles started relaxing.

 “This isn’t funny Shawn! We have no idea when Miller will come home. He could drive up any second!” Gus said anxiously pressing himself against the wall, then peered out through a crack in the curtains.

“You don’t know that I don’t know that.” I smirked.

Gus paused. “Do you?”

“Buddy, don’t worry about it. Cass is on the lookout, if she notices anything suspicious she’ll give us the heads up.” I said jumping up from the recliner.

Gus sighed heavily. “Let’s just get this over with before he comes home and finds us here. I don’t feel like getting chopped into little pieces like that Matt guy.”

 “Oh Gus, don’t exaggerate. He wasn’t cut into little pieces. He was just missing a couple limbs.” I retorted climbing up the steps to the second floor.

“Exactly my point Shawn, now hurry up!” He hissed.

I opened the door to what it appeared to be the master bedroom. My eyes skimmed across the room trying to pick out something that would give us a match to the hair follicle we found back at the crime scene. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light switch. I frowned at the tidiness. He was well organized and everything was placed according by size.

I opened the cabinet drawers. My frown was quickly replaced by a smirk. I pulled up a brush with a few strands of hair still tangled around the bristles. “Got it!” I shouted holding the brush in the air in victory.

Gus walked into the bathroom with a relieved expression. “Great, now let’s get out of here.”

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out glancing at the screen.

9-1-1 Miller’s home! Get out now!

~Cass~

Grabbing Gus by the arm, I led him quickly out of the bedroom through the long, high-ceilinged hall. Halfway down the hallway, I stopped and threw open a door. We peered into the room. It was a small storage closet. Barely enough space to fit one person. Towels hung on one wall, and the shelves on the other side were stocked with toiletries.

“Get in.” I whispered shoving Gus through the door.

We went silent as we heard the front door slam. A second later we heard footsteps in the house and up the steps. I silently closed the door. I cursed myself as the door made a clicking noise as it shut.

Miller stopped at the top of the stairway and looked around as though he heard the noise. He shrugged his shoulders and started loosening his tie as he walked into the bedroom we were just in.

“You got any ideas on what we should do to pass the time?” I whispered. “I was thinking about a game of tennis.”

Gus rolled his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath. As we heard the water running in the master bathroom and a door closing, I took this as our chance to escape. I opened the door slowly and pulled Gus by the arm leading him back down the hall towards freedom. My back was pressed tightly against the wall. I peered into the room checking to see if it was clear so we could break free.