A Shassie Story

Ch.3 The Case

Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet O’Hara, and Burton Guster were all seated in one car.

“If you touch anything or make a mess. I will shoot you. And that means you, Spencer.” Lassiter starts the engine, driving.

“That sounds just as threatening as the last one hundred and eighty seven times you’ve told me that, Detective Jingley Jones. When are you going to actually shoot me?”

“Shawn?!” Gus snapped. 

“What, Gus, if Lassie was going to shoot me. He would have done it by now. I’ve been told, by several people, that I am very amusing.”

“That you’re annoying.”

“I’ve heard it both ways.”

“No you haven’t.”

“Yes I have. Gus, don’t be that lady, what’s her face, from Hong Kong who dies in the end.”

“She doesn’t die, Shawn.”

“Would you two shut up. And that was not a suggestion.”

“Please, everyone? Shawn and Carlton should make up.”

“How?” All three men ask.

“You know, with a kiss.”

“I like her idea. We should do it. What do you say, Lassiefrass?”

“Not in a million years, Spencer. I’d rather kiss the Queen of England.”

“Dude, isn’t she like two hundred years old?”

“No, Shawn, she’s not.”

“Maybe she is. You don’t know that.”

“I do, Shawn.”

“Ladies, please, no fighting in front of Carlton. Just look at how nervous he is.” Juliet tries her best to contain her giggles.

Shawn grins when he looks over at Lassiter and the red blush that covers the back of his ears. He looks in the mirror and the blush is on his cheeks as well. 

Gus snorts as he holds his thumb to his chin.

“Shut up, the three of you. We’re here.” He parks and stops the car. “Now, get out.”

“Sure thing, Carlton.”

“Look at big boy Lassie giving us his big boy orders.” Shawn cooed as he and Juliet were getting out of the car.  

“I wasn’t laughing at you Lassie. I was laughing with you.” Gus tries to explain.

To which Lassiter responds with. “I wasn’t laughing, Guster.” It was cold.

But Shawn could sense some humor in it; he always could. 

The four of them were at the crime scene.

“We’ll, Spencer.”

“You’re asking me?” Shawn says sarcastically. “I thought you were asking the other psychic here… that’s right. I am the only psychic here.”

“Just tell me, Spencer.”

“I just can’t divine a psychic vision spontaneously. It has to come to me, Lasslefrazzle.”

“Well, hurry up, Spencer, we don’t have all day.”

Shawn looks at the crime scene, “Working on it,” taking it all in.

There was a bulge in the man’s throat, meaning that he had been suffocated by something rather small. The shape indicated that it was caused by a few too many paper clips or maybe a necklace of some kind. 

The clean shoes the man was wearing indicated that he hadn’t been killed here. It was somewhere clean and sterile, like a hospital.

He put index finger and his thumb just above the eyebrow and below the eye. His eyes were closed.

A few seconds later, with a gasp, Shawn opened his eyes. 

“I am sensing that this man wasn’t killed here. He… was killed in a hospital, with one of those identification things.”

“You mean one of the visitors passes.” Gus guesses.

“And bingo was his name-o. He was dragged out here after he was killed.”

“But all the evidence points to suicide.” Juliet cut in, trying to get the mens’ attention. 

“Yes, but it was murder, Jules. He was actually poisoned by one of the people who work there.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Spencer.”

“Sure it does, Lassie. I’ll explain. But first, someone has to call the Chief. We need to get a toxicology report for this victim.”

Shawn looks up to see that the other three people standing around him are slack jawed.

“What? Is there something in my eye… hair?”

“You sound…” Juliet started.

“Like your dad.” Gus finished.

Lassiter closes his mouth and speaks.

“Sweet lady justice, Spencer.”

“Oh my gosh.” Shawn cried. “I’m not losing my hair, am I?”

“No, Shawn,” Juliet says as she gets over her shock.

“You look beautiful, Spencer.” Lassiter has to admit it, Shawn looks adorable when he pouts.

He doesn’t realize what he’s just said until three eyes point towards him. 

“Did you just call him beautiful, Carlton? I knew you two were a thing.” Juliet gushes. 

“N- no. I did not.” Lassiter blushes.

“Awwww, Lassieface. C’mere, you old geezer, you. Gimme a hug.”

“Not a chance, Spencer. You reek of injustice and old fruit.” He says as he takes out his phone to call the chief.

Both Gus and Juliet giggle together.

“Please, I smell great.” Shawn said as he sniffed himself. He hadn’t bathed in months. He stunk but he refuses to admit his defeat. 

“C’mere Lassie, Lassie, Lassie!”

“I’m not a dog, Spencer. And if I were; I’d probably bite you.” He waited for the Chief to pick up.

“That sounds kinky.”

Shawn watches as Lassiter blushes (again). He grins.

This case was gonna be fun, Shawn could feel.

“This is Chief Vick, what is it?”

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Sorry it took so long, almost a year, I was having writer's block. But I think I'm over it, for now at least. I hope you enjoy! 💖💎🙏