Dog With Two Bones [2/3]
Title: Dog With Two Bones
Series: Dog Eat Dog
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Lassie, Shawn, Season 1/2-strength Juliet/Shawn
Warnings: Character death, violence, vile trickery
Genres: Action/Adventure, Friendship, Humor, Suspense
Chapters: 3
Completed: Yes
Word count: 522 this part
Disclaimer: I own Season 1. Despite my desire to do so, I can claim nothing else of Psych. *weeps*
Notes: See Part The First.
Summary: "Sorry, Lassie. But I had to make a choice." "There were others you could have made." "No. There weren't."
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"What? A Scooby Snack?" Lassiter sneered.
Shawn's voice turned unexpectedly serious.
"No. Something much more valuable."
Crap.
Lassiter's eyes closed and he leaned his head back against the wall. There was only one thing that he could think of . . . Well, two actually, but he knew for a fact that one was no longer available for bartering.
"Sorry, Lassie. But I had to make a choice."
"There were others you could have made."
"No. There weren't. Believe me I tried. They've got me locked in." There was a pause, then, "It's nothing personal."
That had Lassiter's eyes popping open, his head shooting forward. "Nothing pers- Spencer, you're talking about taking me out. That's pretty personal to me."
"You'd prefer I abandon her? Lassie, I'm disappointed. Where's your sense of gentlemanly honor?"
"Do you know where they've got her?"
"There's no way in. They're got it too well guarded."
"Where is it?"
Shawn cursed, his patience finally running out.
"There's no other way, Lassiter. I've checked. And I'm running out of time. You're the last one. If I don't report back in the next six minutes then there's no point in doing so."
Lassiter cursed. Then repeated it. Several times.
It didn't help.
"Look, I realize that you're not eager to do this, but I still have to hoof it halfway across town. And, really, is another thirty seconds going to make that big of a difference?"
"It does to me," Lassiter snarled.
"Fair enough," Shawn allowed. "When you're ready just walk out the door. It'll be over before you know it."
Lassiter didn't respond. He had nothing more to say.
He swore again, pushing away from the wall and then turning to kick it. What was he supposed to do?
The idea of just giving up like that burned in his gut like acid.
But he couldn't just write Juliet off.
Then another thought occurred to him.
How did he know that Spencer was telling the truth?
Juliet might already be dead. He might have actually turned.
Why would they go to the trouble of recruiting him to take out his own side? It didn't make sense.
Well, except for the fact that Spencer was almost a sniper in skill level and a freaking ghost when it came to getting around and not being spotted. Last he'd heard they'd lost half their team to him.
As a special bonus if he did it they didn't have to waste ammo or risk any of their guys.
Another curse.
He didn't have a choice.
He couldn't take the chance that Spencer was lying.
If he was telling the truth and Lassiter got Juliet killed . . .
One last curse and he squared his shoulders and set aside his rifle.
He just hoped Shawn was right about how quickly it would be over.
He let his eyes close and took one last deep breath.
Now or never.
He stepped outside.
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