A Sinister Plot For Revenge
Title: A Sinister Plot for Revenge
Author:
cancer22
Chapter: 1/?
Pairings: Carlton/Shawn-Established relationship
Summary: Someone from Carlton's past is out for revenge and nothing will stand in their way.
Disclaimer: Psych doesn't belong to me so don't sue me.
Warning: No real spoilers so no need to worry if you haven't seen season three.
Unbeta'd so all mistakes found are no one's fault but mine.
1995
“You ready kid.”
The young officer looked over at his partner and quickly nodded. It was his first field mission and for the twenty-five year old rookie, one of the most important in his career. Placing his gun in his holster, he gave another nod to his superior officer before pulling the latch and opening the car door.
“Now remember, Lassiter we do everything by the book. We don’t know for certain if this guy is guilty so we need to make sure we follow every procedure.”
The guy in question was a suspect for the murder of three young girls who been killed in less than a month. “I got it Mitchell, everything by the book.”
Mitchell smiled at his partner and patted him on the back while they walked up to the house. It was a nice house, had to be since the man in question was also a well known doctor. Finally they made to the front door and stood in front of it, both taking deep breaths. “Let’s do this then shall we.”
Lassiter nodded and reached out his hand to ring the doorbell. When no answer came Lassiter turned back to his partner and shrugged before ringing it again. After the second ring the door was finally opened for them to see a small blond hair boy open it.
“Can I help you?” the young boy asked when he saw the two policemen standing at his door.
Mitchell knelt down so that he and the young man were the same height, holding out his hand. “Hi, my name’s Officer Mitchell,” he smiled, “And this is my partner Officer Lassiter.”
“My name’s Robert but everyone calls me Bobby,” the young boy politely answered back as he let go of Mitchell‘s hand.
“Well Bobby can you tell me if your father’s home.”
“Yeah he’s here but he’s in his study. He came home from work early really angry and-”
“Can I help you?”
The officers looked up to see a middle age woman, probably the doctor’s wife, standing behind her son with her hands on his shoulders. Bobby saw his mother and immediately stopped talking.
“We’re sorry to bother you ma'am but we’re looking for Dr. David Gibson.”
“He’s my husband, what do you want with him?”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Gibson but we really need to talk to your husband.”
“Patricia, what’s going on?”
Patricia turned around to see her husband nervously holding on to the stair rail. His brown hair was tousled everyone and his green eyes glared at the men at his door. A young girl, who looked around the age of eight, walked around her father and ran to her mother’s side.
“Dr. David Gibson we need to take you downtown to ask you a few questions about the murders of Molly Sims, Latoya Davis, and Susan Wright.”
“I don’t know them.”
“It’s our understanding that all three woman were patients of yours and they came to see you recently in the last month.”
“What I don’t understand-"
“Please sir, just come with us and answer a few questions,” Lassiter pleaded with the man. There was something about the doctor that didn’t seem right and Lassiter was ready to get the man to the police station as soon as possible. “We’re not saying you did anything, we just need your help, that’s all.”
The man eyes shifted around the room as he stared at the officers and back at his family. His wife was now backed away from the door, his daughter clinging tightly to her legs and his son standing next to the police. Everyone, except the doctor, seemed to be confused by the events that were happening in front of them. “Okay then,” David finally answered, defeated as he grabbed his coat that was hanging on the wall, “I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Can I at least say goodbye?”
“Um…sure,” Lassiter answered shrugged. They just wanted to question the doctor not arrest him for the simple reason they didn’t have any proof that the man was responsible for the murders.
What happened next surprised both the officers and the occupants of the house. David walked over to his little girl and yanked her out of her mother’s grasp. The little girl fell to the floor but not before hitting the corner of a table with a thump as her father wrapped his arm around his wife’s neck.
“Elizabeth!” her mother screamed out as she watched her daughter fall to the floor unconscious, blood trickling down the side of her face. She reached out for the girl only to have her husband violently pull her back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a switchblade knife and held it firmly against his wife’s throat.
Both officers realized the danger of the situation and pulled out their guns. Mitchell rushed into the house, Lassiter not far behind him but made sure that Bobby was behind him and out of danger.
“Dr. Gibson put the knife down!” Detective Mitchell screamed at the doctor who continued to hold the blade closer to his wife’s neck. He moved as close as he possible could to the pair but David slide across the floor away from him.
“From where I’m standing officer’s you have to room to make demands,” David smirked, not releasing his hold on the blade.
Patricia at first struggled against the hold of her husband in an attempt to see about the well being of her daughter but soon stopped as David pressed the tip of the knife harder against her skin. “David what are you doing?” she cried out, eyes darting back and forth between her daughter and the police men.
“That the same knife you used to kill those women with,” Mitchell sneered only to have David smirk in response, never denying his guilt.
“Hold still dammit and be quiet,” he hissed at his wife Patricia, who was now on the verge of tears. She said nothing else out of fear of what was next to come. “Now back to my demands, I want you to move out of my way and let me through.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do that.”
“You can’t or you won’t?"
His hands were shaking as he tried to keep the gun steady. This wasn’t like practice at the range, one wrong move and an innocent person could get hurt, or worse die. Lassiter had to make sure that didn’t happen and to do that he had to be extremely careful. Making sure that Bobby was still behind, he crept forward until he was only a few feet behind his partner. “David,” he whispered, as he walked as close as he could. “We don’t want to hurt you and I know you don’t want to hurt your wife.”
“I don’t want to kill her, not like I wanted to kill the others-”
“You killed those woman.”
“Don’t look so shocked Officer Lassiter. You know I murdered them, that’s why you’re here. You’re here to take me in but you can’t because I’ve got my own bulletproof vest,” he smirked, moving the knife away from his wife and waving it around in front of him. “And if you don’t move out of my way I’ll kill her.”
“Then I won’t come any closer but you have to promise to let your wife go.”
“What about your partner?” David shouted, “Make him put his gun down.”
“He can’t do that-”
“Well two against one seems hardly fair,” he replied back. “Make him lower his gun and step back or else my wife’s blood is going to be on your hands.”
“Mitchell do it,” Lassiter demanded, not even stopping to think and even though he wasn’t in charge.
Mitchell gave the rookie cop a look that could kill but never the less did it. No matter what he thought they needed to do what they could to keep the wife alive. He lowered the gun to the floor and slowly moved away from it keeping his trained eyes on David.
“Now David we did as you asked, you have to let your wife go. Now.”
David smiled and cocked his head to the side as if he was thinking about Carlton’s suggestion. Moments passed before he straightened it again and with a devious glare, shook his head no. Bringing his head closer, he whispered something in his wife’s ear and kissed the side of her cheek.
He loosened his grip from around her neck and lowered the blade. Carlton, along with Officer Mitchell let the breath they were holding go at the sight of David letting his wife go, thanking God that no blood was shed.
David frowned as his wife reached out her hand towards Officer Mitchell. Before their hands could touch the middle age woman let out a piercing scream. After that everything seemed to happen in slow motion. David pulled his knife out of his wife’s stomach and smiled as his wife fell directly into Officer Mitchell’s arms.
It was then that sound seemed to be sucked out of the room. Carlton didn’t noticed he fired until David raised his hand to touch one the bloodstain spots that were suddenly appearing on his shirt. His face distorted as warm blood, his blood, covered his hands. The bloody knife fell to the floor as the doctor stumbled backwards and onto the floor beside the knife. His breath quickened, his heart raced but it didn’t stop him from smiling, looking over at his wife who was trying to breathe herself. Pride of his final kill shining in his eyes. With one final smile, David winked at the rookie detective before his eyelids fluttered closed forever.
The sound of screaming at him to call an ambulance broke Lassiter out of his trance. He pulled his radio from his waist and requested for an ambulance and back-up before he bent down to check David’s pulse. He wasn’t surprised when he didn’t find one but was surprised to see that Patricia was still holding on.
Everyone in the room was so preoccupied with what happened they didn’t even notice Elizabeth was awake and witnessed everything, including the rookie detective firing three bullets into her father and her mother bleeding profusely . The image of her dead father was forever burned into her memory as fell into the darkness once more.
There you have it folks, my latest story. I hope you like it and if you do, let me know. Until next time
Keep chillin
~Re-Re~
Author:
cancer22
Chapter: 1/?
Pairings: Carlton/Shawn-Established relationship
Summary: Someone from Carlton's past is out for revenge and nothing will stand in their way.
Disclaimer: Psych doesn't belong to me so don't sue me.
Warning: No real spoilers so no need to worry if you haven't seen season three.
Unbeta'd so all mistakes found are no one's fault but mine.
1995
“You ready kid.”
The young officer looked over at his partner and quickly nodded. It was his first field mission and for the twenty-five year old rookie, one of the most important in his career. Placing his gun in his holster, he gave another nod to his superior officer before pulling the latch and opening the car door.
“Now remember, Lassiter we do everything by the book. We don’t know for certain if this guy is guilty so we need to make sure we follow every procedure.”
The guy in question was a suspect for the murder of three young girls who been killed in less than a month. “I got it Mitchell, everything by the book.”
Mitchell smiled at his partner and patted him on the back while they walked up to the house. It was a nice house, had to be since the man in question was also a well known doctor. Finally they made to the front door and stood in front of it, both taking deep breaths. “Let’s do this then shall we.”
Lassiter nodded and reached out his hand to ring the doorbell. When no answer came Lassiter turned back to his partner and shrugged before ringing it again. After the second ring the door was finally opened for them to see a small blond hair boy open it.
“Can I help you?” the young boy asked when he saw the two policemen standing at his door.
Mitchell knelt down so that he and the young man were the same height, holding out his hand. “Hi, my name’s Officer Mitchell,” he smiled, “And this is my partner Officer Lassiter.”
“My name’s Robert but everyone calls me Bobby,” the young boy politely answered back as he let go of Mitchell‘s hand.
“Well Bobby can you tell me if your father’s home.”
“Yeah he’s here but he’s in his study. He came home from work early really angry and-”
“Can I help you?”
The officers looked up to see a middle age woman, probably the doctor’s wife, standing behind her son with her hands on his shoulders. Bobby saw his mother and immediately stopped talking.
“We’re sorry to bother you ma'am but we’re looking for Dr. David Gibson.”
“He’s my husband, what do you want with him?”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Gibson but we really need to talk to your husband.”
“Patricia, what’s going on?”
Patricia turned around to see her husband nervously holding on to the stair rail. His brown hair was tousled everyone and his green eyes glared at the men at his door. A young girl, who looked around the age of eight, walked around her father and ran to her mother’s side.
“Dr. David Gibson we need to take you downtown to ask you a few questions about the murders of Molly Sims, Latoya Davis, and Susan Wright.”
“I don’t know them.”
“It’s our understanding that all three woman were patients of yours and they came to see you recently in the last month.”
“What I don’t understand-"
“Please sir, just come with us and answer a few questions,” Lassiter pleaded with the man. There was something about the doctor that didn’t seem right and Lassiter was ready to get the man to the police station as soon as possible. “We’re not saying you did anything, we just need your help, that’s all.”
The man eyes shifted around the room as he stared at the officers and back at his family. His wife was now backed away from the door, his daughter clinging tightly to her legs and his son standing next to the police. Everyone, except the doctor, seemed to be confused by the events that were happening in front of them. “Okay then,” David finally answered, defeated as he grabbed his coat that was hanging on the wall, “I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Can I at least say goodbye?”
“Um…sure,” Lassiter answered shrugged. They just wanted to question the doctor not arrest him for the simple reason they didn’t have any proof that the man was responsible for the murders.
What happened next surprised both the officers and the occupants of the house. David walked over to his little girl and yanked her out of her mother’s grasp. The little girl fell to the floor but not before hitting the corner of a table with a thump as her father wrapped his arm around his wife’s neck.
“Elizabeth!” her mother screamed out as she watched her daughter fall to the floor unconscious, blood trickling down the side of her face. She reached out for the girl only to have her husband violently pull her back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a switchblade knife and held it firmly against his wife’s throat.
Both officers realized the danger of the situation and pulled out their guns. Mitchell rushed into the house, Lassiter not far behind him but made sure that Bobby was behind him and out of danger.
“Dr. Gibson put the knife down!” Detective Mitchell screamed at the doctor who continued to hold the blade closer to his wife’s neck. He moved as close as he possible could to the pair but David slide across the floor away from him.
“From where I’m standing officer’s you have to room to make demands,” David smirked, not releasing his hold on the blade.
Patricia at first struggled against the hold of her husband in an attempt to see about the well being of her daughter but soon stopped as David pressed the tip of the knife harder against her skin. “David what are you doing?” she cried out, eyes darting back and forth between her daughter and the police men.
“That the same knife you used to kill those women with,” Mitchell sneered only to have David smirk in response, never denying his guilt.
“Hold still dammit and be quiet,” he hissed at his wife Patricia, who was now on the verge of tears. She said nothing else out of fear of what was next to come. “Now back to my demands, I want you to move out of my way and let me through.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do that.”
“You can’t or you won’t?"
His hands were shaking as he tried to keep the gun steady. This wasn’t like practice at the range, one wrong move and an innocent person could get hurt, or worse die. Lassiter had to make sure that didn’t happen and to do that he had to be extremely careful. Making sure that Bobby was still behind, he crept forward until he was only a few feet behind his partner. “David,” he whispered, as he walked as close as he could. “We don’t want to hurt you and I know you don’t want to hurt your wife.”
“I don’t want to kill her, not like I wanted to kill the others-”
“You killed those woman.”
“Don’t look so shocked Officer Lassiter. You know I murdered them, that’s why you’re here. You’re here to take me in but you can’t because I’ve got my own bulletproof vest,” he smirked, moving the knife away from his wife and waving it around in front of him. “And if you don’t move out of my way I’ll kill her.”
“Then I won’t come any closer but you have to promise to let your wife go.”
“What about your partner?” David shouted, “Make him put his gun down.”
“He can’t do that-”
“Well two against one seems hardly fair,” he replied back. “Make him lower his gun and step back or else my wife’s blood is going to be on your hands.”
“Mitchell do it,” Lassiter demanded, not even stopping to think and even though he wasn’t in charge.
Mitchell gave the rookie cop a look that could kill but never the less did it. No matter what he thought they needed to do what they could to keep the wife alive. He lowered the gun to the floor and slowly moved away from it keeping his trained eyes on David.
“Now David we did as you asked, you have to let your wife go. Now.”
David smiled and cocked his head to the side as if he was thinking about Carlton’s suggestion. Moments passed before he straightened it again and with a devious glare, shook his head no. Bringing his head closer, he whispered something in his wife’s ear and kissed the side of her cheek.
He loosened his grip from around her neck and lowered the blade. Carlton, along with Officer Mitchell let the breath they were holding go at the sight of David letting his wife go, thanking God that no blood was shed.
David frowned as his wife reached out her hand towards Officer Mitchell. Before their hands could touch the middle age woman let out a piercing scream. After that everything seemed to happen in slow motion. David pulled his knife out of his wife’s stomach and smiled as his wife fell directly into Officer Mitchell’s arms.
It was then that sound seemed to be sucked out of the room. Carlton didn’t noticed he fired until David raised his hand to touch one the bloodstain spots that were suddenly appearing on his shirt. His face distorted as warm blood, his blood, covered his hands. The bloody knife fell to the floor as the doctor stumbled backwards and onto the floor beside the knife. His breath quickened, his heart raced but it didn’t stop him from smiling, looking over at his wife who was trying to breathe herself. Pride of his final kill shining in his eyes. With one final smile, David winked at the rookie detective before his eyelids fluttered closed forever.
The sound of screaming at him to call an ambulance broke Lassiter out of his trance. He pulled his radio from his waist and requested for an ambulance and back-up before he bent down to check David’s pulse. He wasn’t surprised when he didn’t find one but was surprised to see that Patricia was still holding on.
Everyone in the room was so preoccupied with what happened they didn’t even notice Elizabeth was awake and witnessed everything, including the rookie detective firing three bullets into her father and her mother bleeding profusely . The image of her dead father was forever burned into her memory as fell into the darkness once more.
There you have it folks, my latest story. I hope you like it and if you do, let me know. Until next time
Keep chillin
~Re-Re~