Shassie Love

Chapter 2

Shawn's POV
We entered the house, and inside was a bunch of blood everywhere, and lots of broken glass. There was also signs of a struggle, the victim had struggled, from the looks of it the killer had been pulling the victim upstairs, so I followed the trail of marks, either from nails or the victims shoes. As I got to the end, I noticed it led to the bathroom, "Hey, Lassie, why would he take him to the bathroom?" I asked with full seriousness.
"Don't know, except that the killer, put him in the bathtub full of water" Lassie spoke.
"Yeah, I know that, I saw the pictures too, but why go through all that trouble?" I asked wanting to know what was on our killer's mind.
"We don't know, but the Chief told me she's having FBI agents help us their from the Bureau, they study criminal behavior. They'll be arriving here shortly, so why don't we head down stairs" responded Lassie, leading me down stairs, to where we met with some men.
"Hi, I'm Agent Aaron Hotchner, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid, and Agent Jason Gideon" Spoke the man known as Agent Hotchner.
"Detective Carlton Lassiter, this is Detective Juliet O'Hara, and our two consultants Burton Guster, and our Psychic Shawn Spencer" Lassie introduced us to the men, before I walked up to him and whispered in his ear.
"Your the man that the unsub fantasies about, am I correct?" Asked Agent Gideon, walking over to me.
"Unsub?" I questioned, looking at him, while stepping a little behind Lassie, like a little child afraid of a clown would.
"It stands for unknown subject, the man who killed those men is known as the unsub" Spoke Dr. Reid, before going into the other rooms, that Juliet was showing Agent Hotchner and Dr, Reid, while I spoke to this man with Lassie.
"Oh, then yes, I'm Shawn, the guy that creep wants" I responded, tightening my grip on Lassie's hand.
"Why do they say your a Psychic?" He asked.
"The spirits talk to me, about crimes" I spoke looking towards Lassie.
"Why do you feel like you have to run everything by your boyfriend?" Agent Gideon spoke once again.
"I don't! I just don't really wanna talk about anything else except the case, if you don't mind" I looked up at Gideon.
"No, I don't mind at all, when did you find out about this mans fascination with you?" He questioned.
"This morning" I replied.
"And what about you Detective Lassiter?" Gideon once again questioned.
"This morning, I knew about the other deaths, but I didn't find out anything about Shawn being the fascination of the disgusting bastard who killed those men previously" Lassie replied with a little venom.
"Have you felt like someone's been watching you, or has anyone been calling you?" He asked, and it took me a minute to think.
"When Lassie and I are at our favorite coffee shop, it feels like someone's watching me, and not in the 'your so hot let's get together type of way' more like the 'creepy stalking kind' but I thought that maybe it was a creepy fan" I responded, "there's also those creepy phone calls that I get every night, but once again, I thought it was a fan."
"They usually start as fans, what was the phone call like?" Asked a voice behind me, which was Agent Hotchner.
"They said my name, and then hung up after 3 seconds of breathing" I spoke, squeezing tighter on Lassie's hand.
"And you didn't think it was important to report?" Asked Dr. Reid.
"I reported it to Lassie" I responded again.
"You thought nothing unusual to this?" Asked Hotchner.
"He gets them all the time, just not as creepy, and I told the guy to back off and stop calling the number" Lassie spoke. They continued asking questions, when my phone rang.
"I'll be right in the living room, where you can see me" I spoke to Lassie, before walking to the living room answering the phone. "Hello?" I asked the person on the phone.
"Hello, Shawn, Did you like my gift?" The man asked.
"Your that creep, the one with the fascination with me, what do you want?" I asked in a little hushed voice.
"I want you, I notice how you'll stare right at me, and I just want to caress your bloody body, while you float in the tub in your house, but don't worry I'll be a lot more gentle with you, the four others were just practice" the man replied "Oh and Shawn, your boyfriend, Lassiter won't be able to help you." And that was the end of the conversation, as the man hung up. My phone slipped out of my hand making a loud clank on the ground, and then I must've fallen, because the next thing I knew I was being held in strong arms, on the ground, and then came darkness.