Change of Heart (A Psych Fan-Fic)

Suffocation and Dinner at the Worthington Estate

A/N: So sorry it took so long to update. Life has been CRAZY due to elections going on at work. And also because yesterday was my BIRFDAY! So please, please make my day and give me a review and vote! Pretty please. Thanks so much for those who have kept up with this story!

Chapter 4:  Suffocation and Dinner at the Worthington Estate

Shawn stifled a bored yawn as he leaned back in one of the chairs in the public library, while Gus was typing away on a public terminal. “So what’re we doing here again?” He asked.

“I already told you,” Gus said irritably. “I’m sending the file Kaylee sent us to Juliet, maybe she and Lassiter will have a better chance of decoding this than we can. I still can’t make out what these numbers mean.”

“So why couldn’t you do this back at the office?”

Gus pushed away from the computer and turned to Shawn. “Because I don’t want them tracing that email back to the office, then they’ll definitely get suspicious as to why we have that file on our computer.” Gus said. “Then how would we explain that Chance Worthington’s daughter came to us, seeking us for help and you denied her. We’re an accessory to her kidnapping, Shawn.”

Gus’ voice was louder than he intended it to be and ignored the heated glares and hushes around them. He knew they were in a public library and the noise needed to be at a minimum, but he couldn’t help the anger that was flowing through him at the moment. They would have never been in this predicament if Shawn had just taken the case in the first place and the young teen that desperately needed their help would have never been kidnapped. For all Gus knew, she could’ve been dead.

“I said I’ll fix this Gus,” Shawn said. “We’ll get her back, I guarantee it.”

Gus sighed, then got wearily to his feet and started walking out of the library.

Shawn called after him. “Where are you going?”

“Back to psych, we have an appointment with Bradley Worthington in twenty-five minutes.” Gus said.

Those were the last words Gus said to Shawn for twenty-five minutes, twenty-five long, agonizing minutes. Now they were finally at the psych office, where the Chauffeur awaited. The man standing there was over six feet tall with dark chestnut hair and ropy muscles that come from a lifetime of playing beach volleyball. Shawn had to guess he was a few years older than him and Gus. 

“Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster I’m here to take you to the Worthington estate.” He said as he opened the door for Shawn and Gus.

“And we’re ready.” Gus smiled.

Gus grew weary when he noticed the chauffeur would sneak in quick glances at them through his review mirror. Since they left the psych office Gus had lost count how many times he’d glance at them. Finally summoning the courage, Gus swallowed back his fear and asked the question he’d been meaning to ask since they left.

 “Is something wrong?” Gus asked the driver, trying to keep the quiver of fear out of his voice.

“Nothing’s wrong.” The driver said.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably less than thirty minutes, they reached an opening and turned onto a flagstone driveway into a courtyard.

At least Gus assumed it was a courtyard, although the night was so dark he couldn’t see the building that enclosed it. But as the car stopped, strings of overhead lights flickered on, bathing the area in a warm yellow glow. The chauffeur opened the door and Shawn and Gus stepped out, only to be greeted by Bradley Worthington.