: Murder and Mayhem and Monopoly, Oh My!Author
: Mild violence and some disturbing images.Summary
: A robbery and murder occur inside the Santa Barbara Police Department while multiple officers are present. Shawn and Gus try to find out who did it, and how.Authors Note
: Here’s the next chapter. I hope you guys all enjoy it. The entire fan fiction is now complete. I just need to type it all. Oh and for future reference Mark Spies last name is pronounce Speez. I know someone with that last name. Thank you, everyone, for all of the reviews so far.Disclaimer
: Only the story line and any characters you don’t recognize are mine…anything else belongs to the creators and owners of Psych.
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Detective Carlton Lassiter moved to the front of the crowd to take in the dead officer lying in the evidence room. Turning to Shawn he quipped, “How’d the ‘Spirits’ miss this one, Spencer?” Using the ever so popular air quotes to show his disbelief.
“They were distracted by your lovely hair, Lassie-face!” He exclaimed, “Have you been using new conditioner?”
“Spencer,” Lassiter growled, his expression dark. He opened his mouth to continue, but another voice spoke first.
“I found something really weird outside,” Tom Quinn announced as he ran up the still barely lit hallway, but by the time he reached the group of officers the lights had flickered back on. “ I went to see it anything in the garage could have caused the blackout, when Mark and I had some trouble…Oh my god.” He ended in shock as he too saw the man lying dead on the floor.
Mark joined the group not a minute later, his wide-eyed gaze flicked from the body to his uncle, and back before he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He had obviously never seen a dead body before.
“Okay everyone, we need to know what happened.” Declared Karen Vick, pointing to Detectives Lassiter and O’Hara, she said, “I need you two to inspect the scene, check to see if anything’s missing.” They both nodded and walked into the room.
They quickly began to search the dimly lit room, despite their misgivings. The dusty shelves and small cramped quarters had made it foreboding before, but now with a dead body smack dab in the center of the room it was even more so.
Officer Louis McRory’s body was lying at an awkward angle on the cool cement of the evidence room. His uniform was rumpled, and splattered in blood from his shoulders to his collar. His normally clean brown hair was matted with blood and gray matter from the wound in his head. The bullet hole in the middle of his forehead had destroyed a portion of his scull, marring his once handsome face, and killing him almost instantly.
The blood, at one point flowing freely, was starting to clot now that his heart had stopped beating. It formed rivers of red over his eyebrows and downward, slowly dripping off his chin and jaw before landing on the collar of his uniform; the once vibrant blue was black with blood. Dull lifeless hands were lying at his sides as the body slowly cooled. An officer was dead, and the entire department had been only a hallway away.
Turning to Sergeant Quinn Karen asked, “What did you find in the garage? Do you think it has anything to do with this?”
“Yes ma’am.” He replied, “I found some debris near an electrical outlet, it looked like someone blew the fuses by creating some sort of power surge.” Tom explained, looking over his shoulder before continuing, “I think the blackout was planned.”
Meanwhile Shawn and Gus made their way into the evidence room. Lassiter and Juliet where examining the body, which gave the pair the perfect chance to search the room.
“What do you think happened?” Shawn inquired, searching the shelves with his eyes.
“I...” Gus gulped, prying his eyes away from the body, “don’t know, but can we get out of here?” He gulped again, looking a little green. Maybe it was the smell of fresh blood permeating the room, or maybe it was the fact that he knew this man, Officer Louis McRory. He knew that he had a wife and two kids, and he knew that those kids would never see him again. Whichever it was, Gus was feeling much more queasy than usual.
“Chief,” Lassiter called, gesturing to Karen, “We found something.”
“What did you find detectives?” She asked crouching next to the two detectives.
“It looks like he was shot with his own gun.” Juliet responded with a grimace, trying to remain objective when she knew the man, correction had known the body lying in front of her, was rather difficult.
“We haven’t found it yet, but…” Carlton began, but a cry sounded from the other side of the room, interrupting him mid sentence.
“Soda!” Shawn yelled waving his arms around wildly before holding his head as if in pain.
“What is it, Shawn? What do you see?” Gus asked, playing along.
Chief Vick moved to a standing position, and sighed, “ What do you see, Mr. Spence?”
Staggering around the room, he held out his hand and nearly crashed into a disgusted Lassiter before veering sharply to the left.
“Mountain Dew? Sprite?” He mumbled before opening his eyes, “Is there a vending machine in here?” When no one replied he held his head again, “ Coca-Cola…Coke!” He cried, pointing to a shelf that was roughly waist high.
“Cocaine.” Thomas Quinn interjected as the chief look over the shelf; a small amount of fine white powder was visible against the dark wood. “We had a huge bust two weeks ago, five kilos of pure Cocaine with a street value of over one-hundred and twenty thousand.”
“It’s gone.” Juliet responded looking to the empty shelf in shock.
“How does five kilos of illegal drugs get stolen and a man get murdered, inside of a police station?” Gus rambled, clearly upset, “Isn’t there security or something?”
“Yes, Mr. Guster, there is plenty of security.” The chief replied, chagrined at his accusation. “Unfortunately, it was all knocked out when the power failed.
“Ma’am,” Mark inquired, walking into the evidence room, seemingly having composed himself. “I think I found how the culprit escaped.” Leading the group out of the evidence room and to the right, he pointed to a broken window.
“Good work.” Chief Vick said, patting him on the back, “Can I count on you to get everyone out of this area?” She asked.
“Of course, Chief.” He replied timidly, and started ushering people out. Shawn noticed him bringing a hand up to a thin silver chain on his neck; a brief moment of panic passed across his face as he grabbed the empty chain, but he quickly schooled his features before speaking to the chief and leaving.
Shawn shrugged, moving to the window, and saw the broken but not crushed glass glinting on the wet grass; no one had stepped on it.
“Gus, come look at this.” Shawn whispered, pulling his friend to the assumed escape route.
“What…it’s a broken window.” He replied with exasperation, squinting his eyes at the rain splashing through the opening.
“The glass, Gus, the glass hasn’t been stepped on!” Shawn exclaimed happily, his smile a mile wide.
“So…?” Gus asked, knowing that only Shawn could ever know what Shawn was thinking.
“I think there is more going on here than everyone seems to think…Hi Ho, Magic Head. Away!” He cried, grabbing the sides of Gus’s head and starting to walk backwards.
“Shawn!” Gus yelled trying to pull away. “ I told you never to call me that!” Gus tried to hold his ground, metaphorically and literally, but Shawn won in a few seconds, and pulled him to the garage.
Reaching the garage, Shawn bent over what had once been an electrical socket. The blackened outlet was surrounded by plastic and metal debris, a few wires were still intact, but for the most part the entire device was destroyed.
“Shawn, this looks like it was some sort of bomb.” Gus announced, crouching down next to it.
“Yeah.” He mumbled in response. Grabbing a pen out of Gus’s front pocket, he slowly sifted through the debris.
Unfazed, Gus continued, “Whoever did this must have plugged it in and used the explosion to kill the power.”
A small silver circle was visible, looking at it a little closer, Shawn could see engraving, in what looked to be like Latin on the surface. It was a pendant from a necklace.
“That’s not the only thing he killed.” Shawn said, standing up.
“He?” Gus asked, also rising.
“Mark!” Shawn exclaimed, but at Gus’s confused look his face fell. “What?”
“He was with us when the lights went off.” He reasoned, not seeing how Mark could have done it.
“…Maybe there was a timer or something on it…”
“Yeah!” Gus agreed, “He must have set it before he came in!”
“Then when Tom went to go check it out, he killed the cop, stole the coke, and broke the window!” Shawn continued.
“Then he ran back to the fuse box and waited!” Gus exclaimed, finishing their little brainstorming session.
“I think it’s time for the Spirits to contact me again.” Shawn proclaimed dramatically as he and Gus rushed back inside.
Before reaching the office, Shawn slowed down and put his fingers to his temples as if he was having another vision. Gus opened the door and walked in, but Shawn did not follow. The chief stopped speaking mid sentence, and stared at Gus. A moment later Shawn peered around the door.
“Can I help you, Mr. Spencer?” She asked, clearly agitated. The fake psychic started humming the mission impossible theme and sliding along the wall.
“He did this all the way here.” Gus sighed, “ I think it’s another vision.”
“Mission impossible.” Juliet guessed.
“Can’t we just skip the six degrees and get to the point?” Lassiter scowled as Shawn pretended to have a gun and did a summersault across the floor. His acrobatics left him right in front of the chief’s desk, and under her piecing gaze.
“007?” Juliet guessed again, always ready to try and decode Shawn’s ‘visions’.
“Detective Lassiter is right, Mr. Spencer. We don’t have time for games.”
Shawn jumped into a standing position, “Not even Monopoly?” He asked
“Yahtzee?” Gus suggested.
“Twenty Questions isn’t a board game, Gus.”
“Neither is Six Degrees.”
“It should be!” Shawn decided, “ That would be so—”
“Did you eat paint chips as a child?” Detective Lassiter deadpanned.
“Detective.” The chief warned before turning to Shawn who was about to reply, “The point. Mr. Spence.”
Closing his eyes again he announced, “…spies.”
“Spies?” Lassiter groaned, “You’re saying that spies did this.”
“Not me, the Spirits.” Shawn corrected with his hand in the air. “But no, I don’t think they mean spies as in Sean Connery, Pierce Brosnan, and Tom Cruise.” He paused in thought. “Although he may be evil…the vote is still out on that.” Remembering the point of his reference he closed his eyes in thought, placing his index and middle fingers to his temple on each side. He began to mumble, “…spies…spiiiiiiies…speeeeeez.”
“Mark Spies!” Gus said as if receiving a great revelation.
“That’s it, Mark Spies!” Shawn agreed, his eyes snapping open. “Are you sure you’re not psychic, Gus?” Everyone rolled their eyes, but Shawn didn’t see it because he had once again closed his eyes. “ I see Spies…he’s placing the device in the garage, it has a timer…five minutes. He stands up to leave…a coin, no the pendant from his necklace falls to the ground.” Shawn finished opening his eyes. “Spies caused the blackout.”
“You’re saying—” Chief Vick began.
“Spirits.” Shawn interrupted.
“What?” She asked, confused at his outburst.
“The Spirits are saying.” He replied as if it was obvious.
“Okay…fine.” She sighed for the umpteenth time that day, “The Spirits are saying that Mark Spies was in on the robbery—”
“Yes.” Shawn and Gus both replied simultaneously, before looking at each other competitively. A moment later they both cried “Jinx!” glaring at one another when they tied again.
“Gentlemen.” She interrupted, “There is no evidence to suggest that officer Mark Spies had anything to do with the robbery.” She looked to Lassiter who smirked at the pair.
“You do realize that Mark Spies was at the top of his class in the academy, and that his uncle is a highly decorated officer.” Lassiter informed them with an air of superiority.
“That doesn’t mean a thing, Lassie!” Shawn said, “When was the last time that one of my visions was wrong?” He questioned, and when the detective refused to answer both he and Gus crossed their arms in triumph.
“Shawn we have reason to believe that it was the dealers who came back and took the drugs.” Juliet interjected.
“Why would they risk breaking into a police station? They were already in enough trouble.” Gus reasoned.
“The drugs were worth over one-hundred and twenty grand, that is more than enough reason for a dealer to do this.” Detective Lassiter scoffed, also crossing his arms.
When the chief didn’t seem to be changing her mind, Shawn fell to his knees, “At least check it out, Chief!” Shawn pleaded, dramatically folding his hands as if in prayer. “When have I ever been wrong?”
With a sigh, Karen Vick nodded and turned to the two detectives, “Go to the garage and see if his vision is correct. After that…we’ll see.”
Jumping to his feet Shawn smiled, and followed a sullen Lassiter, and a slightly amused Juliet to the garage.
Reaching the garage Lassiter stopped just inside the doorway, and turned to look at Shawn. “I predict…” He said, holding his fingers to his temples in an imitation of the fake Psychic, “that there is absolutely nothing here.” With a sarcastic smile he walked down the few steps to the floor. Crouching down he began to sift through the debris just as Shawn had done only a short while before.
With Juliet kneeling next to him, he used his pen to move the matter around. Not a minute later he encountered a small silver circle. Blowing the blackened dust off of its surface, he revealed a pendant of St. Michael, the patron saint of police officers.
Shawn and Gus discreetly hit firsts behind his back. “Good thing you’re not the psychic Lassie.” Shawn started, but the man’s glare stopped him dead.
“Let’s get back to the Chief, O’Hara.” He scowled storming away, letting the door slam behind him. The three shared a look between them before following.
By the time Juliet, Shawn, and Gus had reached the chiefs office, Lassiter had already filled her in and was standing in front of her desk with his arms crossed. When Shawn entered a scowl fell onto his face.
Once everyone was present, Karen Vick looked to Lassiter and O’Hara, “Detectives, I want you to go speak with Officer Spies. Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster, I want you two to go with. See if you can pick anything up.”
Shawn yelled “Field trip!” as he ran out the door with Gus only steps behind him.
“He’s not riding with us.” Lassiter announced before walking swiftly out of the room with O’Hara in tow.TBCAuthors Note
: So there was the second chapter. It was quite a bit longer than the first and the rest will be also…although maybe not this long…who knows. I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review