Fic: Pineapples on a Plane: Chapter 1
Title: Pineapples on a Plane
Chapter: 1/7
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by candyflossrain and saavira LOL like AGES ago, don't remember if you guys remember doing this cause it's been like 6 months but thanks anyway for all your hard work!)
Genre: Action, Adventure, Crossover, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, obscenity, CRACKY SNAKES ON A PLANE CROSSOVER, WTF ELSE DO YOU EXPECT?
Pairing:(s) Shassie, hints of Guliet
Summary: After finding out that Juliet and Lassiter are taking a trip to Hawaii for a "seminar," Shawn and Gus decide to follow them, believing that the seminar is just a cover for something much more interesting. But after their plan goes awry, Shawn becomes a reluctant witness to the murder of a prosecutor. He, Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet take a flight home, but their ride is not what they expected. Now, they must work together to survive, and a few of them will reveal more than they thought they ever would in the process.
Disclaimer: Psych is the property of the USA network. I don't own it, I'm just playing in the 'verse!
Notes: HOLY CRAP! I wrote this, god... back last July sometime, and just never got around to posting it. I even got it beta'd and all that, so now instead of being a bitch and not showing my betas some love, I'm gonna post it. Because I love it, it's so crazy and cracky, and I hope you enjoy it too ^_^ Because A) Psych rules, and B) Snakes on a Plane rules. Also, I suggest listening to "Snakes on a Plane" by Cobra Starship while reading, because that song just crackifies everything.
“Welcome to Honolulu International Airport. The current time is ten twenty-nine am. Thank you for riding Trans-Pacific Airlines, and please enjoy your stay in the beautiful state of Hawaii. Aloha!”
The brown-haired man in 14C gripped the armrest next to him and wiggled in his seat, staring out of the small, round window to look at the horizon past the tarmac, lined with palm trees and other tropical plants. He pressed his nose to the glass, eyes widening like a child’s and zooming all over the place, trying to take in as much as he could see through the tiny opening. God, he so wanted out of this plane! They had been flying all day, first an hour flight from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles, and then four hours to Honolulu!
So really, if Shawn didn’t get out of this plane in the next five seconds, he was going to go nuts. His iPod had only quieted him for the first flight, Whitesnake and the Ramones only being a temporary cure. So when they left LAX, he’d spent the next four hours fidgeting anxiously, memorizing the entire layout of the plane (which sadly, only took a good fifteen minutes), tapping beats on the seat in front of him (it was empty, luckily for the poor sap who would’ve been sitting there), and getting sharp looks from the person sitting next to him.
That person, Burton Guster, Gus as he was known, and ‘GusGus’ when Shawn felt particularly snippy, had been trying his very best not to strangle Shawn for the past four hours. Shawn had stolen his Sudoku puzzle book (memorizing the answers in the back and then snickering at Gus when he attempted to solve them); he had flirted with every single stewardess (and steward), taking over Gus’s personal space to do so, and had decided to spend a good half hour at one point explaining (yet again) the virtues of the pineapple, causing the person sitting next to Gus to shoot them a few paranoid looks.
“Oooo, GusGus, look! Hawaiian palm trees! You don’t get those back home.”
“Shawn, there are thousands of palm trees in California!”
“Not Hawaiian palm trees though.” He turned away from the window, giving Gus an imploring look. “Can we get out now?”
“Calm down, Shawn. We’ve got to taxi into the airport first, and they said there’s a line of planes waiting to do so.”
Shawn slumped back into his seat, groaning and pressing a hand to his forehead. “I’m going crazy here. I’ve gotta do something…”
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and he grinned.
“Where’s Lassi-face?” he asked, unbuckling his belt and turning to kneel on the seat, looking over the rows behind him. He felt a yank on his sleeve, and Gus tugged him back down, shooting him a nasty look.
“You are not letting them know that we’re on this plane, Shawn! You’re the one who didn’t want to tell them we were coming in the first place!”
“That’s only because if they knew beforehand about it, they’d probably get us banned from the flights or something.”
“Which you almost did anyway!”
“Pshaw,” Shawn said, “I only brought nail clippers with me.”
“This is 2007! Do you not watch the news? I’m going to have to start forcing you to watch CNN with me again, aren’t I?”
“You do that Gus. I’m gonna go say hi to our favorite detective pairing.”
“No, Shawn.” Shawn opened his mouth to retort, but Gus held a hand up to silence him. “I barely agreed to this plan by the rules we set down. We agreed, Juliet and Lassiter can’t see us until the right moment. Otherwise, they may give us the slip.”
“Mrh, fine.” Shawn flopped back against his seat and folded his arms, pulling his feet up to rest on the top of the seat in front of him. “But if I just happen to have a vision showing Juliet’s impending demise, I am going to have to break our plan.”
“God, why did I even agree to this?”
“Because you love me?”
“You’re the one who thinks they’re up to something, how did I get dragged into this?”
“Hey, who the hell goes to Hawaii for a seminar on ‘law enforcement techniques!’” Shawn shot back, adding the air quotes for emphasis. “This has got to be some cool case they don’t want our help on or something.”
“I still say, why the hell would they be investigating in Hawaii? Since when did the SBPD have jurisdiction on an island thousands of miles away?”
“I’m sticking with my story, despite the lack of credible evidence. I’m a psychic, I can feel these sorts of things! Besides, you did have the option of saying no.”
“You would’ve found some way to get me to go anyway,” Gus said, shaking his head sadly. “I figured that I could at least take your first offer and get a free trip to Hawaii and your pineapple pancake recipe out of it.”
“Which, by the way, you will never be able to perfectly recreate on your own.”
“Maybe not me, but I know a couple of people who might be able to.”
‘Hey, that is a beloved secret family recipe!”
“Then why did you give it to me?”
“Aw, Gussy, you are part of my family! Don’t you feel so loved?”
“I think the word I’m looking for is appalled.”
“Har har. You should feel privileged. Think about it, Burton Spencer! BS! Oooo, Gus, I think I found you a new nickname!”
If Gus didn’t get off of this plane in the next five seconds, he was going to go nuts.
~
Gus spotted the two detectives first, outside of the airport entrance. Juliet was dressed in a silky blue skirt and blouse combo; while Lassiter had on a yellow Hawaiian shirt and baggy canvas shorts. Despite their attempts to look ‘touristy,’ Gus had a feeling they weren’t thinking about what beaches to hit first.
“Okay, Gus, if those two decide to ever try a relationship, let’s promise to send them here for their honeymoon, cause they’re obviously gonna miss out enjoying this trip.” Shawn swung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed Gus’s arm, scooting them over to a waiting taxi. After loading their stuff in to the trunk, Shawn told the driver to follow the taxi the detectives had gotten into (reassuring the man that no, they were not crazy murderous stalkers, just the normal type of stalkers, which the man seemingly had no problem with escorting).
They first followed the detectives to the hotel, checking in moments after the two had left the lobby (Shawn had found out all the information about their accommodations beforehand, so even if they did lose track of the pair, they wouldn’t be clueless.) They’d reserved rooms in the same hotel, and Shawn ran upstairs to throw their luggage in the room, making Gus keep watch to make sure the detectives didn’t leave without them knowing.
Shawn made it back to the taxi not a moment too soon. Juliet and Lassiter exited the hotel a few minutes later, and Shawn and Gus followed the two into the main part of town, getting dropped off a block away.
The next few hours were spent tailing the two, ducking in and out of shops and ignoring the odd looks they got from people walking near them. They followed the detectives to a coffee shop, a few stores, and a tourist bureau, always staying a few steps behind the pair.
After a while, Shawn was beginning to get antsy. The detectives’ ‘seminar’ was supposed to take place sometime on the first day of the trip; that he was sure of. But they didn’t seem to be heading to any convention centers or those sorts of things. Until…
“Ahah!” Shawn shouted, spotting the building the two were heading to next. It was definitely a police station, and Shawn’s crackpot theory of an investigation seemed to have gained some credit. “Let’s go!” Shawn cried, grabbing Gus by the arm and yanking him towards the station.
“Shawn, shouldn’t we wait out here?”
“Hell no! We’ll burst in and confront them as they begin to discuss the case!”
“Shawn, I am not causing a scene!”
“Too late. Hah!” Shawn shouted, thudding open the door and stepping inside. A few heads turned as he strode past them, making his way to the small group that Juliet and Lassiter were part of. The two detectives heard the commotion as well, and turned to see Shawn striding towards them, a nervous Gus being towed in his wake. Shawn suppressed the urge to giggle; spotting the nametags the two were wearing and wondering how hard it would be to cross off the ‘ter’ on Lassiter’s.
“S-Spencer?!” Shawn didn’t think Lassiter’s face could’ve been any redder. Juliet was staring slack-jawed at them. “Wh- what are you doing here!”
“Oh, you know,” Shawn said, finally stopping and pulling Gus to stand beside him. “We were just in the neighborhood, saw you two and thought we’d stop to say hi. How’s things? What are you up to?”
“You know what we’re doing, Spencer!” Lassiter shouted, grasping clumps of his hair in rage. “We’re going to the seminar the chief sent us here for!”
“Oh come on, that cover story is so nineties-Lassiter-esque. You’re a millennium man, figure something new out!”
“Is something the problem?” An older, white haired officer was walking over to them, puzzled look on his face. He was dressed in some type of army uniform, and Shawn wondered how he could stand wearing something that heavy in this heat.
“Oh, no, Lieutenant Kimmons, sir,” Lassiter sputtered, rage disappearing and being replaced with what Shawn determined was nervous embarrassment. “Nothing’s wrong here. We were just saying goodbye to friends of ours,” he said, shooting Shawn a dirty look, “before the meeting starts.”
“Now come on Lassi, don’t be shy,” Shawn said, moving next to him to swing an arm around his shoulders. Lassiter glanced at him sharply, looking like he was about to explode. “Carlton here won’t tell us what this meeting is about. Would it be horribly rude for me to ask what they’re here for?” He gave the Lieutenant a cheery smile, preparing to offer his psychic services as soon as Kimmons mentioned a crime.
“Why of course not. Don’t know why Detective… Lassiter,” Kimmons said, glancing at Lassiter’s nametag, “was so secretive about it. We’re holding a seminar with cops around the US to teach them new law enforcement techniques to bring back to their stations. I’m in charge,” he said, puffing out his chest proudly. “Setting it in Hawaii and offering free plane travel was my idea. Gives the young detectives here a reason to come.” He gave the group a grin, evidently very proud of his accomplishment.
Shawn had a feeling that if Lassiter hadn’t been so enraged at the moment, he would be laughing his ass off at Shawn. All the same, he quickly dropped his arm from Lassiter’s shoulder, continuing to give Kimmons a smile. “Ah, well Lassi, you should’ve just told us then! That’s nothing to hide!” Oh god, he needed to flee, now, or he would have Lassiter’s hands around his throat in three seconds. He could feel the man seething next to him.
“Yes, of course, Shawn,” Lassiter ground out, and shit, was his eye twitching? “How silly of me. Next time, I’ll make sure you know exactly what we’re doing.”
Kimmons seemed satisfied with this, as he nodded to the group and stepped back. “We’re starting in about five minutes; please make your way into the meeting area soon.” He smiled at them again and turned, striding away.
Before Lassiter had a chance to lunge at Shawn, he had dived away, grabbing Gus by the shoulders and using him as a shield. “You’ll have to go through him to get to me!”
“Hey, I did not agree to this!” Gus sputtered, slightly panicked look on his face.
“You agreed when you agreed to come!”
“Not to be used as your personal anti-Lassiter device!”
“Oh, I’m going to kill both of you, Mr. Guster,” Lassiter said, stepping towards them. “But Spencer is going to die first.”
A hand reached out, and Juliet was at Lassiter’s side the next instant, pulling him back. “Come on, Carlton,” she said, giving him a just drop it look. “They really haven’t done any harm. Let’s just get to the seminar. You two won’t bother us again for the rest of the trip, isn’t that right Shawn?” she said, shooting him an expression of annoyance.
Shawn peeked over Gus’s shoulder and nodded quickly. “We’ll keep out of your way, Scout’s honor. Just let us leave the island with all limbs intact.”
Lassiter took a deep breath and nodded his head. “I don’t want to see either of you again while we’re here,” he said, jabbing a finger against Gus’s chest. “Are we clear?”
Both men nodded this time. Lassiter pulled back, shooting Shawn one last look of rage, and the two detectives turned, joining a crowd heading into a large conference room in front of them.
“Good thing Jules was here, or we’d be dead by now, huh?”
“Oh you’re going to die Shawn, but I’m going to be the one to kill you.”
“Gus?”
“You get five seconds head start.”
“Really not that funny, dude.”
“Five, four-“
Shawn was out the door before Gus hit three.
X-posted to shawn_lassiter psych_slash and psychfiction
Chapter: 1/7
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by candyflossrain and saavira LOL like AGES ago, don't remember if you guys remember doing this cause it's been like 6 months but thanks anyway for all your hard work!)
Genre: Action, Adventure, Crossover, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, obscenity, CRACKY SNAKES ON A PLANE CROSSOVER, WTF ELSE DO YOU EXPECT?
Pairing:(s) Shassie, hints of Guliet
Summary: After finding out that Juliet and Lassiter are taking a trip to Hawaii for a "seminar," Shawn and Gus decide to follow them, believing that the seminar is just a cover for something much more interesting. But after their plan goes awry, Shawn becomes a reluctant witness to the murder of a prosecutor. He, Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet take a flight home, but their ride is not what they expected. Now, they must work together to survive, and a few of them will reveal more than they thought they ever would in the process.
Disclaimer: Psych is the property of the USA network. I don't own it, I'm just playing in the 'verse!
Notes: HOLY CRAP! I wrote this, god... back last July sometime, and just never got around to posting it. I even got it beta'd and all that, so now instead of being a bitch and not showing my betas some love, I'm gonna post it. Because I love it, it's so crazy and cracky, and I hope you enjoy it too ^_^ Because A) Psych rules, and B) Snakes on a Plane rules. Also, I suggest listening to "Snakes on a Plane" by Cobra Starship while reading, because that song just crackifies everything.
“Welcome to Honolulu International Airport. The current time is ten twenty-nine am. Thank you for riding Trans-Pacific Airlines, and please enjoy your stay in the beautiful state of Hawaii. Aloha!”
The brown-haired man in 14C gripped the armrest next to him and wiggled in his seat, staring out of the small, round window to look at the horizon past the tarmac, lined with palm trees and other tropical plants. He pressed his nose to the glass, eyes widening like a child’s and zooming all over the place, trying to take in as much as he could see through the tiny opening. God, he so wanted out of this plane! They had been flying all day, first an hour flight from Santa Barbara to Los Angeles, and then four hours to Honolulu!
So really, if Shawn didn’t get out of this plane in the next five seconds, he was going to go nuts. His iPod had only quieted him for the first flight, Whitesnake and the Ramones only being a temporary cure. So when they left LAX, he’d spent the next four hours fidgeting anxiously, memorizing the entire layout of the plane (which sadly, only took a good fifteen minutes), tapping beats on the seat in front of him (it was empty, luckily for the poor sap who would’ve been sitting there), and getting sharp looks from the person sitting next to him.
That person, Burton Guster, Gus as he was known, and ‘GusGus’ when Shawn felt particularly snippy, had been trying his very best not to strangle Shawn for the past four hours. Shawn had stolen his Sudoku puzzle book (memorizing the answers in the back and then snickering at Gus when he attempted to solve them); he had flirted with every single stewardess (and steward), taking over Gus’s personal space to do so, and had decided to spend a good half hour at one point explaining (yet again) the virtues of the pineapple, causing the person sitting next to Gus to shoot them a few paranoid looks.
“Oooo, GusGus, look! Hawaiian palm trees! You don’t get those back home.”
“Shawn, there are thousands of palm trees in California!”
“Not Hawaiian palm trees though.” He turned away from the window, giving Gus an imploring look. “Can we get out now?”
“Calm down, Shawn. We’ve got to taxi into the airport first, and they said there’s a line of planes waiting to do so.”
Shawn slumped back into his seat, groaning and pressing a hand to his forehead. “I’m going crazy here. I’ve gotta do something…”
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and he grinned.
“Where’s Lassi-face?” he asked, unbuckling his belt and turning to kneel on the seat, looking over the rows behind him. He felt a yank on his sleeve, and Gus tugged him back down, shooting him a nasty look.
“You are not letting them know that we’re on this plane, Shawn! You’re the one who didn’t want to tell them we were coming in the first place!”
“That’s only because if they knew beforehand about it, they’d probably get us banned from the flights or something.”
“Which you almost did anyway!”
“Pshaw,” Shawn said, “I only brought nail clippers with me.”
“This is 2007! Do you not watch the news? I’m going to have to start forcing you to watch CNN with me again, aren’t I?”
“You do that Gus. I’m gonna go say hi to our favorite detective pairing.”
“No, Shawn.” Shawn opened his mouth to retort, but Gus held a hand up to silence him. “I barely agreed to this plan by the rules we set down. We agreed, Juliet and Lassiter can’t see us until the right moment. Otherwise, they may give us the slip.”
“Mrh, fine.” Shawn flopped back against his seat and folded his arms, pulling his feet up to rest on the top of the seat in front of him. “But if I just happen to have a vision showing Juliet’s impending demise, I am going to have to break our plan.”
“God, why did I even agree to this?”
“Because you love me?”
“You’re the one who thinks they’re up to something, how did I get dragged into this?”
“Hey, who the hell goes to Hawaii for a seminar on ‘law enforcement techniques!’” Shawn shot back, adding the air quotes for emphasis. “This has got to be some cool case they don’t want our help on or something.”
“I still say, why the hell would they be investigating in Hawaii? Since when did the SBPD have jurisdiction on an island thousands of miles away?”
“I’m sticking with my story, despite the lack of credible evidence. I’m a psychic, I can feel these sorts of things! Besides, you did have the option of saying no.”
“You would’ve found some way to get me to go anyway,” Gus said, shaking his head sadly. “I figured that I could at least take your first offer and get a free trip to Hawaii and your pineapple pancake recipe out of it.”
“Which, by the way, you will never be able to perfectly recreate on your own.”
“Maybe not me, but I know a couple of people who might be able to.”
‘Hey, that is a beloved secret family recipe!”
“Then why did you give it to me?”
“Aw, Gussy, you are part of my family! Don’t you feel so loved?”
“I think the word I’m looking for is appalled.”
“Har har. You should feel privileged. Think about it, Burton Spencer! BS! Oooo, Gus, I think I found you a new nickname!”
If Gus didn’t get off of this plane in the next five seconds, he was going to go nuts.
~
Gus spotted the two detectives first, outside of the airport entrance. Juliet was dressed in a silky blue skirt and blouse combo; while Lassiter had on a yellow Hawaiian shirt and baggy canvas shorts. Despite their attempts to look ‘touristy,’ Gus had a feeling they weren’t thinking about what beaches to hit first.
“Okay, Gus, if those two decide to ever try a relationship, let’s promise to send them here for their honeymoon, cause they’re obviously gonna miss out enjoying this trip.” Shawn swung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed Gus’s arm, scooting them over to a waiting taxi. After loading their stuff in to the trunk, Shawn told the driver to follow the taxi the detectives had gotten into (reassuring the man that no, they were not crazy murderous stalkers, just the normal type of stalkers, which the man seemingly had no problem with escorting).
They first followed the detectives to the hotel, checking in moments after the two had left the lobby (Shawn had found out all the information about their accommodations beforehand, so even if they did lose track of the pair, they wouldn’t be clueless.) They’d reserved rooms in the same hotel, and Shawn ran upstairs to throw their luggage in the room, making Gus keep watch to make sure the detectives didn’t leave without them knowing.
Shawn made it back to the taxi not a moment too soon. Juliet and Lassiter exited the hotel a few minutes later, and Shawn and Gus followed the two into the main part of town, getting dropped off a block away.
The next few hours were spent tailing the two, ducking in and out of shops and ignoring the odd looks they got from people walking near them. They followed the detectives to a coffee shop, a few stores, and a tourist bureau, always staying a few steps behind the pair.
After a while, Shawn was beginning to get antsy. The detectives’ ‘seminar’ was supposed to take place sometime on the first day of the trip; that he was sure of. But they didn’t seem to be heading to any convention centers or those sorts of things. Until…
“Ahah!” Shawn shouted, spotting the building the two were heading to next. It was definitely a police station, and Shawn’s crackpot theory of an investigation seemed to have gained some credit. “Let’s go!” Shawn cried, grabbing Gus by the arm and yanking him towards the station.
“Shawn, shouldn’t we wait out here?”
“Hell no! We’ll burst in and confront them as they begin to discuss the case!”
“Shawn, I am not causing a scene!”
“Too late. Hah!” Shawn shouted, thudding open the door and stepping inside. A few heads turned as he strode past them, making his way to the small group that Juliet and Lassiter were part of. The two detectives heard the commotion as well, and turned to see Shawn striding towards them, a nervous Gus being towed in his wake. Shawn suppressed the urge to giggle; spotting the nametags the two were wearing and wondering how hard it would be to cross off the ‘ter’ on Lassiter’s.
“S-Spencer?!” Shawn didn’t think Lassiter’s face could’ve been any redder. Juliet was staring slack-jawed at them. “Wh- what are you doing here!”
“Oh, you know,” Shawn said, finally stopping and pulling Gus to stand beside him. “We were just in the neighborhood, saw you two and thought we’d stop to say hi. How’s things? What are you up to?”
“You know what we’re doing, Spencer!” Lassiter shouted, grasping clumps of his hair in rage. “We’re going to the seminar the chief sent us here for!”
“Oh come on, that cover story is so nineties-Lassiter-esque. You’re a millennium man, figure something new out!”
“Is something the problem?” An older, white haired officer was walking over to them, puzzled look on his face. He was dressed in some type of army uniform, and Shawn wondered how he could stand wearing something that heavy in this heat.
“Oh, no, Lieutenant Kimmons, sir,” Lassiter sputtered, rage disappearing and being replaced with what Shawn determined was nervous embarrassment. “Nothing’s wrong here. We were just saying goodbye to friends of ours,” he said, shooting Shawn a dirty look, “before the meeting starts.”
“Now come on Lassi, don’t be shy,” Shawn said, moving next to him to swing an arm around his shoulders. Lassiter glanced at him sharply, looking like he was about to explode. “Carlton here won’t tell us what this meeting is about. Would it be horribly rude for me to ask what they’re here for?” He gave the Lieutenant a cheery smile, preparing to offer his psychic services as soon as Kimmons mentioned a crime.
“Why of course not. Don’t know why Detective… Lassiter,” Kimmons said, glancing at Lassiter’s nametag, “was so secretive about it. We’re holding a seminar with cops around the US to teach them new law enforcement techniques to bring back to their stations. I’m in charge,” he said, puffing out his chest proudly. “Setting it in Hawaii and offering free plane travel was my idea. Gives the young detectives here a reason to come.” He gave the group a grin, evidently very proud of his accomplishment.
Shawn had a feeling that if Lassiter hadn’t been so enraged at the moment, he would be laughing his ass off at Shawn. All the same, he quickly dropped his arm from Lassiter’s shoulder, continuing to give Kimmons a smile. “Ah, well Lassi, you should’ve just told us then! That’s nothing to hide!” Oh god, he needed to flee, now, or he would have Lassiter’s hands around his throat in three seconds. He could feel the man seething next to him.
“Yes, of course, Shawn,” Lassiter ground out, and shit, was his eye twitching? “How silly of me. Next time, I’ll make sure you know exactly what we’re doing.”
Kimmons seemed satisfied with this, as he nodded to the group and stepped back. “We’re starting in about five minutes; please make your way into the meeting area soon.” He smiled at them again and turned, striding away.
Before Lassiter had a chance to lunge at Shawn, he had dived away, grabbing Gus by the shoulders and using him as a shield. “You’ll have to go through him to get to me!”
“Hey, I did not agree to this!” Gus sputtered, slightly panicked look on his face.
“You agreed when you agreed to come!”
“Not to be used as your personal anti-Lassiter device!”
“Oh, I’m going to kill both of you, Mr. Guster,” Lassiter said, stepping towards them. “But Spencer is going to die first.”
A hand reached out, and Juliet was at Lassiter’s side the next instant, pulling him back. “Come on, Carlton,” she said, giving him a just drop it look. “They really haven’t done any harm. Let’s just get to the seminar. You two won’t bother us again for the rest of the trip, isn’t that right Shawn?” she said, shooting him an expression of annoyance.
Shawn peeked over Gus’s shoulder and nodded quickly. “We’ll keep out of your way, Scout’s honor. Just let us leave the island with all limbs intact.”
Lassiter took a deep breath and nodded his head. “I don’t want to see either of you again while we’re here,” he said, jabbing a finger against Gus’s chest. “Are we clear?”
Both men nodded this time. Lassiter pulled back, shooting Shawn one last look of rage, and the two detectives turned, joining a crowd heading into a large conference room in front of them.
“Good thing Jules was here, or we’d be dead by now, huh?”
“Oh you’re going to die Shawn, but I’m going to be the one to kill you.”
“Gus?”
“You get five seconds head start.”
“Really not that funny, dude.”
“Five, four-“
Shawn was out the door before Gus hit three.
X-posted to shawn_lassiter psych_slash and psychfiction