Psych/Mentalist Crossover....well they haven't killed each other yet.
Shawn's made a quick recovery from his previous reaction. "Helloooo....there....as my charmingly deceptive cousin has probably told you, I am Shawn Spencer. Head psychic for the SBPD. And...you are? OW!" Gus smacks his arm, "Cut that out."
Shawn rubs his arm, looking incredibly hurt at his partner.
That smirk from before is back on Jane's face. At first he was against this idea of meeting Jackie's supposedly psychic cousin, but this was actually entertaining enough to interest him...for now. He was going to enjoy outing this one.
"From your friend Gus' reaction, I'd say you two know me pretty well already. So you can drop the act."
Suddenly Jackie is wondering what she thought would be fun about bringing these two together. She could almost see Shawn digging in like a dog with a bone, unwilling to give it up.
"Act?? Act, he says. Did you hear him, Gus?" Gus gives him a sidelong glance, oh no, he's not backing you up in this one. Deep down, he's pretty sure this Jane character is really psychic and he's having enough trouble trying to keep his thoughts moving to prevent any mind reading or probing.
"I'll have you know," Shawn went on, moving towards his desk to sit. "I've solved over 30 cases with the police department. THAT my friend is not an act." He plunks his feet up on his desk, self satified as can be. "We even solved the murder of a dead seal."
"Shabby was a sea lion," Gus corrected.
"Sea lion, seals..."
"They're not the same, Shawn."
"Boys, boys! Play nice." Jackie jumped in before things could go any further, or so she thought.
"Interesting," Jane said, ignoring her and focusing on Shawn. "Large ego, demeanor of a habitual liar, childish behavior...your police department must be very lax in it's standards to keep you on for this long."
"Wow..." Shawn leaned back. "Better make sure Lassie never hears you say that, he might take offense...and that man has way too many guns and absolutely no sense of humor. And I'll have you know I pull my weight same as everyone else in the department.'
Jackie hides a smirk at that in her hand and gets a crumpled up piece of paper in the face from Shawn for her trouble. Jane turns from Shawn to focus on Gus, knowing that will aggravate Shawn to have attention off of him. Besides, Gus is looking nervous...easy to play off of. "And you, you go along with this. When are you going to stop him from walking all over you? He's going to drag you down with him one of these days."
"Shawn..." Gus' knees are practically knocking together. "He's doing that creepy mind reading thing again..."
"Oh Gus, stop being a plastic pink flamingo." Shawn points at Jane as he says, "I'll have you know I don't drag him anywhere he doesn't want to go...deep down y'know...he just doesn't know it yet."
"I see..." Patrick is well aware of the mortified look Jackie is giving him and he gives her one back that says I did try to warn you, not my fault this is happening.
"Besides," Shawn continues. "How's what you do any different? You've got a costume, you play your part, hoping to get close to a certain killer before the police figure out you've got a vendetta against him..."
Jane stares back without blinking for a second before leaning back in the comfy chair with a smile. "Googled me, did you?"
"Pfft, no." Shawn says, his hands already far enough away from the computer keyboard to be innocent as he says it. "Sure you did, and that's good. Really good you put that together. Guess I'll just have to kill all of you now that you've found out my secret."
Shawn doesn't react, but Gus turns about ten shades of white, which isn't easy for a black man, his hand scrambling around behind him for his minibat. Jackie rolls her eyes, stopping his frantic reaching with a hand on his arm. "Cut it out, Gus. He's messing with you."
Gus clutches his minibat. "Better safe than sorry."
Jackie does a facepalm into her hand. "Oy vey...maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
Part 2...wondering what to put in part 3...
Shawn rubs his arm, looking incredibly hurt at his partner.
That smirk from before is back on Jane's face. At first he was against this idea of meeting Jackie's supposedly psychic cousin, but this was actually entertaining enough to interest him...for now. He was going to enjoy outing this one.
"From your friend Gus' reaction, I'd say you two know me pretty well already. So you can drop the act."
Suddenly Jackie is wondering what she thought would be fun about bringing these two together. She could almost see Shawn digging in like a dog with a bone, unwilling to give it up.
"Act?? Act, he says. Did you hear him, Gus?" Gus gives him a sidelong glance, oh no, he's not backing you up in this one. Deep down, he's pretty sure this Jane character is really psychic and he's having enough trouble trying to keep his thoughts moving to prevent any mind reading or probing.
"I'll have you know," Shawn went on, moving towards his desk to sit. "I've solved over 30 cases with the police department. THAT my friend is not an act." He plunks his feet up on his desk, self satified as can be. "We even solved the murder of a dead seal."
"Shabby was a sea lion," Gus corrected.
"Sea lion, seals..."
"They're not the same, Shawn."
"Boys, boys! Play nice." Jackie jumped in before things could go any further, or so she thought.
"Interesting," Jane said, ignoring her and focusing on Shawn. "Large ego, demeanor of a habitual liar, childish behavior...your police department must be very lax in it's standards to keep you on for this long."
"Wow..." Shawn leaned back. "Better make sure Lassie never hears you say that, he might take offense...and that man has way too many guns and absolutely no sense of humor. And I'll have you know I pull my weight same as everyone else in the department.'
Jackie hides a smirk at that in her hand and gets a crumpled up piece of paper in the face from Shawn for her trouble. Jane turns from Shawn to focus on Gus, knowing that will aggravate Shawn to have attention off of him. Besides, Gus is looking nervous...easy to play off of. "And you, you go along with this. When are you going to stop him from walking all over you? He's going to drag you down with him one of these days."
"Shawn..." Gus' knees are practically knocking together. "He's doing that creepy mind reading thing again..."
"Oh Gus, stop being a plastic pink flamingo." Shawn points at Jane as he says, "I'll have you know I don't drag him anywhere he doesn't want to go...deep down y'know...he just doesn't know it yet."
"I see..." Patrick is well aware of the mortified look Jackie is giving him and he gives her one back that says I did try to warn you, not my fault this is happening.
"Besides," Shawn continues. "How's what you do any different? You've got a costume, you play your part, hoping to get close to a certain killer before the police figure out you've got a vendetta against him..."
Jane stares back without blinking for a second before leaning back in the comfy chair with a smile. "Googled me, did you?"
"Pfft, no." Shawn says, his hands already far enough away from the computer keyboard to be innocent as he says it. "Sure you did, and that's good. Really good you put that together. Guess I'll just have to kill all of you now that you've found out my secret."
Shawn doesn't react, but Gus turns about ten shades of white, which isn't easy for a black man, his hand scrambling around behind him for his minibat. Jackie rolls her eyes, stopping his frantic reaching with a hand on his arm. "Cut it out, Gus. He's messing with you."
Gus clutches his minibat. "Better safe than sorry."
Jackie does a facepalm into her hand. "Oy vey...maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
Part 2...wondering what to put in part 3...