Shassie Love

Chapter 1

Shawn's POV
I started to head out to meet Lassie, at the station, and I immediately got on my motorcycle, remembering the conversation over the phone i just had with Lassie.
Flashback
I was starting to make breakfast when my cellphone started to ring the special ringtone I had for Lassie. So I pulled it out of my pocket, of course with dating a detective he made sure I kept my phone on me at all times.
"Hey, can't get enough of me already" I joked.
"Shawn, I don't have times for your jokes, you need to get to the station right away" demanded Lassie.
"Why? I just saw you this morning, can't you wait till this afternoon?" I teased, while putting the stuff away.
"Shawn! I don't have time for this, get over here as soon as you can, ride that bike of yours if you have to" Lassie spoke hanging up before I could actually reply. So immediately I got ready, knowing full well that Lassie was serious, because he never wanted me to ride my motorcycle, and the fact that he hung up on me. We were going to have a serious conversation about that, probably with a few well cracked jokes.
End of Flashback
Once I got to the station i ran up the stairs, and noticed that, Lassie was in the Chief's office. So I went to barge in. "Shawn, why don't you take a seat" the Chief politely ordered, pointing to the chair between Lassie and Gus, Juliet standing next to Gus. Why I didn't notice them, I have no clue.
"What's this about Chief? Is it about a case?" I asked rather excitedly, "Is it a dangerous case? Is that why Lassie's so worried?" before I could continue the many questions she silenced me with lifting up her pointer finger.
"Yes, It's a case, we don't know how dangerous it is, but here is the folder" she answered a few of my questions, though it didn't explain why Lassie was mad, while she handed me the folder. As I looked through the file, I was shocked by what I saw. What I saw was a bloody man, clearly dead, but that's not what shocked me, what shocked me was the fact that my name was written in blood on the walls of his apartment, and there were tons of photos of me littering his body, and strange pieces of paper with letters on them, though I couldn't quite read them.
"Is this some kind of Joke?" I asked, hoping that it was.
"No, Why would you think that this was a joke?!" Shouted Lassie, clearly worried about me, he only shouted at me if he was worried or we were in an argument, which we weren't.
"Sorry, It's just... nevermind, what about the notes?" I asked, avoiding everyone's prying eyes.
"They explain what the perp wants to do, and when he plans on doing it" stated the Chief, taking the file I handed her.
"How do we know it's a guy, for all we know it could be a girl" spoke Gus, for the first time.
"In the notes, it explains rather thoroughly what he is" responded Juliet. I then abruptly stood up and walked out the door, with the chief shouting at me and no doubt Lassie following me, because when I reached the front doors, my wrist was yanked.
"Shawn, what the hell! You can't just get up and walk..." he started but cut himself off, more than likely at the tears in my eyes. "Shawn, we'll get this guy, but I need to keep an eye on you." He stated.
"But, what if we don't? What if he does get me? What'll happen? We-we have nothing on him, and by the time we do I-I-I'll probably be taken" I shouted, shaking the entire time I shouted. And then Lassie's arms wrapped around me and he whispered soothing words and made shushing noises. After a few minutes and I got myself together, Lassie led me back to the Chief's office. "S-sorry about that" I apologized. "It seems this is getting to me more, than I thought it would."
"No problem, I'll have detectives Lassiter and O'Hara with Guster tagging along take you to the crime scene to see if you can get any psychic connection with the victims or the killer" the Chief spoke, "but as Lassiter told me earlier, he wants to keep you in his sight at all times till this is over. so you'll be riding with him, O'Hara you'll ride with Mr. Guster. Now go take Mr. Spencer to the house." She ordered.
As we drove to the crime scene, I stared out the window, "hey, Carlton, you'll make sure he doesn't get me right?" I asked, being rather serious.
"Yes, I won't let this guy lay a finger on you, why would you need to ask that?" He responded clearly surprised that I used his real name.
"I just needed to hear it. Have you seen the crime scene?" I asked looking over to Lassie.
"No, I just saw the picture. Do you want to make a quick stop to get your Pineapple Smoothie?" Lassie asked, he only offered to stop to try and make me feel better.
"No, the sooner we get to the scene, the sooner we dont have to look over our shoulder's" I declined the offer, and then he placed his hand on mine as we continued to drive towards the place I really didn't want to go.