Psych's Pineapple

IV- SBPD Meetings and Memories

Lizzy's Point of View

As we sit down to eat breakfast, Shawn gets a phone call. Shawn mouths "Be right back" and starts to hurry out of the tiny diner.

"Gus, how in the world are you in on this?" I ask him. Gus stares at the omelet on his large beige colored plate. He doesn't answer me for a few seconds. "Gus?" I ask again.

"You know how it is. Shawn just has this way of convincing people. I'm his best friend and you weren't here to stop me, were you? Besides, if you hadn't gone to New York, this probably never would have happened," Gus explains. I sit still for a moment and shoot Gus a glare across the table.

"So, this is my fault?" I ask Gus and Gus shakes his head.

"No, I just wouldn't have gotten into this mess if you hadn't left. You have been the voice of reason. You stand up against Shawn's crazy ideas. I needed you here and you were gone when I needed you the most!" Gus cries out loudly causing some of the restaurant to stop and look at us.

"Gus, why didn't you call me? You could have come to New York or I could have come back. Why was it so hard to say no?" I ask him. Gus fiddles with the napkin in his lap nervously.

"I didn't know what you would do. You were so excited to go live your life in New York and I didn't know if you still really worried about Santa Barbara or even really thought about us," he responds and I smile sadly at him.

"Gus, I would have come back to help with something like that," I say. Gus looks up at me and shrugs.

"I figured you would say that once you found out," he says softly, "I should have just called you."

"Honestly, starting a detective agency with your best friend wasn't the worst mistake you could make, Gus," I say, "You'll have memories to last you a lifetime and you'll probably be doing this for the rest of your life." Gus nods with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, you're right about that. But, it still means I can get into a lot of trouble. I don't know that I like that aspect of it," he responds, "I only like to do something if I know exactly how it's going to turn out."

"And this is why you and I are related," I say causing Gus to smirk at me a little bit. He digs into his omelet quickly. I smile as I eat my French toast.

"Anything else I should know about?" I ask. Gus shakes his head and as he does that, Shawn reenters the restaurant.

"We gotta go. Chief Vick wants us down at the station. They found a dead body in a dumpster and need their favorite psychic on the scene," Shawn says nonchalantly. I put some money down to pay for my food and the waitress comes up to collect it. Shawn starts to flirt with the waitress and Gus swipes at the tip of nose like he does when he is trying to be cool. I roll my eyes and start walking towards the door causing the two boys to run after me. 

"What was that about?" Gus asks, clearly irritated. 

"It doesn't seem very professional to keep the Chief of Police waiting," I respond as I get into the passenger seat of the car without any consent from either of the boys. Gus gets into the driver's seat and Shawn sits in the back, "Besides, flicking your nose at girls you think is cute just makes them internally raise an eyebrow." Gus raises an eyebrow at me. 

"I'm surprised you haven't noticed it before now. What did you do to tell Chris that you were trying to be cool?" he asks in a challenging voice. 

"I was too shy to try to be cool around him. Cool was not my forte," I reply as Gus starts to back out of his parking space. Shawn starts to get impatient in the backseat.