Untitled Psych Fic
Title: Untitled
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Psych
Prompt: 04 ...that fatal row of buttons being undone ever so slowly one by one. ~ Mary Mackey // Don't Start Something You Can't Finish (fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: none
Characters: Shawn Spenser, Burton “Gus” Guster
Characters mentioned: none
Pairings: reader’s perception
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 530
Summary: The agency is busy, and Gus has been busy with his route, and on top of that Shawn is acting stranger than usual.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Author’s notes: None
Gus came back to the Psych office to find Shawn slowly changing shirts.
Gus sat down at his desk. He wasn’t sure why he had come to the office; he had worn himself out at his real job doing his pharmaceutical route. He set his briefcase down next to the desk, and got more comfortable in the black desk chair. He put his feet on the desk, knowing that the agency was being swamped with cases wasn’t helping him stop from reconsider coming here any less.
“What are you doing?” Gus asked as took his feet down, and started up his computer.
“I am practicing my Chippendale routine.” Shawn took his shirt off all the way and put it back on.
Gus rolled his eyes. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, because for all he knew Shawn was practicing for a Chippendale routine. Shawn got bored easily sometimes, and it wouldn’t surprise Gus in the least if he tried to get a job there for awhile; though if he did it wouldn’t last longer than any of Shawn’s other jobs. The only job Shawn had managed to keep was this one, and that was probably more for the fact he wasn’t really doing much of anything except pretending to have visions when he had other means of finding out his “visions.”
Gus started to check his email, replying to a couple.
Shawn frowned, realizing Gus wasn’t paying attention to him. He buttoned his shirt, and went to stand behind Gus to read his emails.
“Whatcha doing?” Shawn asked innocently.
Gus moved, scowling at Shawn. He scooted the computer and the chair away from Shawn. “What are you doing? I know you have a concept of personal space. I am trying to check my emails.”
Shawn moved in closer, breathing on the back of Gus’s neck deliberately.
“Quit that. Can you not for one minute act like a normal person?” Gus stood up. He watched his friend for a minute, searching the familiar blue- green eyes trying to figure out what Shawn was trying to pull. Gus felt that Shawn was plotting something.
Shawn shrugged, and went back to his desk. He looked like he might say something about what he was up to when the phone rang.
Gus picked the extension at his desk up. “Psych detective agency?”
Gus waited a few seconds; no one seemed to be on the other side of the line. Gus hung the phone back up. “No one was there,” Gus went back to his emails.
Shawn had begun to toss yellow pencils at the ceiling. He gave a sideways shrug in response to the non-existent phone call, and leaned back a little in his chair.
Gus checked a few emails before looking over at his friend again. “You’ve been acting a bit weirder lately, more down than usual. What’s going on?”
Shawn shifted in his chair. “I just realized I liked someone but I don’t think they link me in that way.”
“That’s never stopped you before. You should just ask them out.”
Shawn chuckled, “You’re right.” The phone rang again, and Shawn answered, and Gus went back to his email.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Psych
Prompt: 04 ...that fatal row of buttons being undone ever so slowly one by one. ~ Mary Mackey // Don't Start Something You Can't Finish (fanfic_fiesta)
Challenge: none
Characters: Shawn Spenser, Burton “Gus” Guster
Characters mentioned: none
Pairings: reader’s perception
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word Count: 530
Summary: The agency is busy, and Gus has been busy with his route, and on top of that Shawn is acting stranger than usual.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Author’s notes: None
Gus came back to the Psych office to find Shawn slowly changing shirts.
Gus sat down at his desk. He wasn’t sure why he had come to the office; he had worn himself out at his real job doing his pharmaceutical route. He set his briefcase down next to the desk, and got more comfortable in the black desk chair. He put his feet on the desk, knowing that the agency was being swamped with cases wasn’t helping him stop from reconsider coming here any less.
“What are you doing?” Gus asked as took his feet down, and started up his computer.
“I am practicing my Chippendale routine.” Shawn took his shirt off all the way and put it back on.
Gus rolled his eyes. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, because for all he knew Shawn was practicing for a Chippendale routine. Shawn got bored easily sometimes, and it wouldn’t surprise Gus in the least if he tried to get a job there for awhile; though if he did it wouldn’t last longer than any of Shawn’s other jobs. The only job Shawn had managed to keep was this one, and that was probably more for the fact he wasn’t really doing much of anything except pretending to have visions when he had other means of finding out his “visions.”
Gus started to check his email, replying to a couple.
Shawn frowned, realizing Gus wasn’t paying attention to him. He buttoned his shirt, and went to stand behind Gus to read his emails.
“Whatcha doing?” Shawn asked innocently.
Gus moved, scowling at Shawn. He scooted the computer and the chair away from Shawn. “What are you doing? I know you have a concept of personal space. I am trying to check my emails.”
Shawn moved in closer, breathing on the back of Gus’s neck deliberately.
“Quit that. Can you not for one minute act like a normal person?” Gus stood up. He watched his friend for a minute, searching the familiar blue- green eyes trying to figure out what Shawn was trying to pull. Gus felt that Shawn was plotting something.
Shawn shrugged, and went back to his desk. He looked like he might say something about what he was up to when the phone rang.
Gus picked the extension at his desk up. “Psych detective agency?”
Gus waited a few seconds; no one seemed to be on the other side of the line. Gus hung the phone back up. “No one was there,” Gus went back to his emails.
Shawn had begun to toss yellow pencils at the ceiling. He gave a sideways shrug in response to the non-existent phone call, and leaned back a little in his chair.
Gus checked a few emails before looking over at his friend again. “You’ve been acting a bit weirder lately, more down than usual. What’s going on?”
Shawn shifted in his chair. “I just realized I liked someone but I don’t think they link me in that way.”
“That’s never stopped you before. You should just ask them out.”
Shawn chuckled, “You’re right.” The phone rang again, and Shawn answered, and Gus went back to his email.