Fic: Pineapples on a Plane: Chapter 2
Title: Pineapples on a Plane
Chapter: 2/7
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by candyflossrain and saavira
Genre: Action, Adventure, Crossover, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, obscenity, slight crackiness
Pairing:(s) Shawn/Lassiter, hints of Gus/Juliet
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: Okay, part 2. Getting into a bit of the action now; if you've seen SoaP, this should be getting familiar. Cheers!
Chapter 1
So maybe Shawn had made Gus travel across the Pacific Ocean to a tiny island state for nothing. But hey, while they were there, they could enjoy it. Gus promised Shawn that he wouldn’t kill him if Shawn would just let him enjoy the island in his own way. Shawn happily agreed; he had a feeling Gus would be a bit of a drag on what he planned to do to enjoy the island life.
The second day there, Shawn spent with a rented surfboard and a female instructor. He’d done a little bit of surfing; living by the coast meant you’d do it sooner or later. But he wasn’t about to pass up on flirting with the very ‘able-bodied’ woman for several hours, using the ‘I’m a clumsy newbie, help me!’ routine (of course, sometimes he really did mess up; he wasn’t an expert at it after all).
Gus, meanwhile spent his time touring various historical sites and learning about Hawaiian culture. He spent the first night in their hotel room blabbing to Shawn about all he’d learned, and perking Shawn’s interest after showing him a picture from a reference book about ‘Hawaii’s last queen’ (Shawn then spent the next hour continually asking Gus to repeat how her name was pronounced. “Liliouo-wha?”)
As to Lassiter and Juliet, Gus and Shawn managed to keep away from them in the hotel. Shawn once bumped into Juliet alone on the elevator, prompting her to press the emergency stop button and question him for a good ten minutes about what the hell he thought he was doing by following them (though most of her anger came from having to deal with the still pissed-off Lassiter).
“Really, Shawn, Vick sent him here to take a break, not have you bust his chops. She’s worried that he’s going to have a hernia or something. Give the guy a break, okay?”
Well, it wasn’t like Shawn wanted to kill Lassiter. He could be fun at times, and was admittedly a prime member of the human race, tall, built, strong Irish features… and Shawn usually had to start beating his brain against the wall whenever his mind wandered into that odd little place. God, and Jules was worried about him killing Lassiter? She should’ve been more worried about the opposite happening.
The fourth day had Shawn waking at a modestly early (for him, at least) nine am to head down to a local motorcycle rental shop. It was their last full day on the island, and he wanted to spend it exploring the Hawaiian landscape. After getting a few maps that told of good sight seeing spots, he rented a small, speedy bike, similar to his own back home, and headed out onto the open road.
If Jules wants Lassi to relax, he thought at one point while speeding down a road that curved on a cliff overlooking the open ocean, she should get him to come out and see this. The sights were magnificent, and Shawn cursed his stupidity for not bringing a camera. Maybe he could go back and get one from the gift shop… but then he laughed to himself, realizing that with his memory, who needed a camera?
Around two in the afternoon, he pulled off into a secluded, shady area, deciding to take a break and find a place for lunch. Parking the bike, he trudged about fifty feet through some foliage and came face to face with a low hanging bridge, mostly blocked from sight by the trees around it; only the bottom wood piece visible, sticking out over the road.
Shawn was deciding whether to eat under or on top of the bridge when he noticed noises coming from above him. The next second, he gave a gasp as something fell through the air in front of him, stopping suddenly and hanging in the open air.
It was a man, dressed in a torn business suit, and hanging upside-down from a rope around his legs. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and his eyes were wide in fear. Shawn gaped at him for a moment, unable to speak, before croaking out, “Odd place to be bungee jumping, isn’t it?”
The man reached out, gripping Shawn’s shirt with dirt covered hands. “Get out of here, you idiot!” he gasped. “Don’t let them see you!”
“Is this some island kid’s idea of a prank? Seems kinda mean to me.”
“Go!” He shook Shawn’s shirt harshly, pushing him away. “Please, leave! I’m begging you!” Shawn couldn’t deny the overload of fear in the man’s eyes, and it was starting to make him very nervous.
He gave the man a quick, guilty nod before turning and jogging back into the foliage. Instead of disappearing completely, however, he hid behind a few trees, watching the scene before him.
Around half a minute later, three men of Asian descent appeared, the two on the sides carrying bats, and the one in the middle, a gun. Shawn’s heartbeat sped up rapidly; this was obviously no prank.
The man in the middle stepped up and grasped the hanging man by the shirt, leaning down to look him in the face. “It’s quite unfortunate how this whole matter turned out,” he said, a sickeningly serene smile on his face despite the current situation. “If only you’d listened to me.”
The hanging man seemed to have gained some confidence from somewhere. “I did what I was supposed to, Eddie. I wasn’t going to let you away with your crimes. You can rot in hell for all I care.”
The middle man, apparently called Eddie, tsked the man and shook his head. “It’s a shame then. I had hopes. Oh well. Goodbye, Mr. Levinston.” He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers.
Shawn watched in horror as the two men with Eddie stepped forward, raising their bats. They began to smash them into the hanging man’s body and face, and Shawn had to bite his tongue to stop from crying out at the horrid sounds of crunching bones and the man’s screams. Finally, the men stepped away, and Eddie raised the gun. Shawn couldn’t tear his eyes away. Oh god, he was going to-
A gunshot rang out, and the hanging man was no more.
Shawn couldn’t think, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything, he was paralyzed in shock. But his body decided to control itself, and he found himself backing away slowly and turning, running back to his bike as fast as he could. Unfortunately, the jungle crunched underfoot, and as he sped away, he heard the sounds of running footsteps. He let out a yelp as gunshots rang out behind him, but he was far gone by that time, and the foliage gave him cover.
Shawn’s heart was going at a million miles an hour. He’d just witnessed a murder, and the crooks had seen him. He’d seen the murderers’ faces, but they hadn’t seen his, but they’d seen his bike, which wasn’t his, but they could find out-
Shawn had to stop himself from going on, shaking his head to clear it. The first thing to do was to get back to the hotel in one piece. Then he could figure out his next step. One thing was for sure though. He wouldn’t be buying a disposable camera now.
~
“WHAT?”
Gus’s initial reaction to Shawn’s story wasn’t the most helpful. Really, Shawn expected better of his friend; with all the times they’d been involved in cases, this shouldn’t have been too shocking. Gus was quick to remind him, however, that he’d never been the actual witness to the murder. Gus’s reaction to the name of the criminal was even worse; the man literally fainted.
When he came to (helped along with a cup of cold water from Shawn), Gus began to describe the crime life of Eddie Kim. The man was a notorious mobster, on trial in Hawaii (and a few other states) for various murders and other crimes. He was known for being ruthless, tracking down his enemies with cutthroat precision. And now, Gus shrieked, Shawn was on his hit list.
Shawn was quick to remind him that they didn’t know who he was, and that they’d have a hard time tracking him down. That calmed Gus down a little, but when Shawn announced that he planned to call the police and report what had happened, Gus almost fainted again. “You are not making it easier for them to find us, you idiot!” he yelled, shaking Shawn by the shoulders.
Eventually, Gus gave in reluctantly, but made Shawn make the call from a payphone down the street. The police officer who picked up the phone at the station took down his name and information, and told him to stay at the hotel so they could get in contact with him later in the evening.
“Now, you see? Was that so hard?” Shawn asked Gus as he put down the phone. “Come on, Gussy. Lighten up. Lassi can’t get mad at me for getting involved in police business now! They need me!”
He heard Gus mutter, “you should be more worried about Lassiter murdering you when he finds out than about Eddie,” but Shawn shrugged off the comment. Lassiter couldn’t get mad at him for doing something the man would consider helpful to the police, now could he?
They spent the next few hours in the hotel, watching TV and waiting for the police to call them back. When a news flash came on, announcing the find of a local prosecutor murdered in the wilderness, Shawn made Gus turn the TV off. A bad feeling was settling over him about the situation, and he was starting to wonder if he should’ve kept his mouth shut.
Shawn was mulling by the balcony door, and Gus was reading on the bed when Shawn heard a faint whirring noise from outside the hotel room door. He walked over, peeking into the peep hole for a moment and jumping back in shock the next.
Eddie’s two cronies that he had seen in the wilderness were standing outside his door, apparently trying to break in. Now Shawn could see the screws on his door handle slowly being turned, and he knew that the handle would be off in a few moments. Panic shot through him, and he turned to Gus, who was quirking an eyebrow at him.
Shawn pressed a finger to his lips and walked over, yanking Gus off the bed and over to the balcony door. He quietly rolled open the glass, pulling Gus out onto the balcony with him. But before they could move, Shawn felt something grasp his collar, and he was yanked to the side.
He and Gus both let out a light yelp as they were pulled to the corner of the balcony blocked off from the room by a wall. They spun quickly, finding themselves face to face with a tall, brown-skinned man, wearing a black, leather jacket and running sneakers. “Do as I say, and you two will live,” he muttered gruffly, pushing them behind him and moving towards the glass doors, a gun in his hand trained on the room. “Jump over to that roof to your left.”
Gus and Shawn both were thinking about the same thing; they had better listen, because there really wasn’t a better option at the moment. The sound of gunfire going off in the room motivated them even more, and they climbed onto the railing, jumping to a low hanging building. The man in the leather jacket followed them, jumping down and leading them quickly to the roof entrance. They went down a stairwell and emerged in a back alley, finding a black SUV waiting for them. The man motioned for them to hop in the back.
They quickly jumped in the SUV, finding a man with brown hair and pasty skin occupying the shotgun. “Boys,” he said, turning to face them. “I’m Agent Sanders of the FBI, and we’ve got some explaining to do for you. You’re lucky our contacts at the police office alerted us to your call. Eddie tracked you back to the hotel by checking out the motorcycle rental shop you went to today, Mr. Spencer.”
As Gus gave him a death glare, Shawn reflected that his dad had warned him that motorcycles would be the death of him. Maybe he should have listened to Henry more often.
~
Shawn watched Agent Sanders walking out of the interrogation room, and gave a sigh, sucking on a lollipop he had fished out of his jeans. The man reminded him of Lassiter; way too uptight and a ‘by-the-rules’ kind of guy. Really, he should’ve put a moratorium on how many cops of that nature he knew. And the list should’ve ended after his dad.
Alright, well, maybe Lassi-face too.
Gus was sitting across from him, face down on the table and hands clasped over the back of his skull. He muttered against the table, muffling his voice slightly. “I think me and Lassiter and Eddie should meet; we’ve all got the same goal in mind, killing you.”
“Hey, witnessing a guy get shot through the head was not on my vacation list; I don’t know about you.” The scene kept playing over and over in his head, and every time Shawn thought about it, a queasy feeling rose in his chest.
Before Gus could reply, the other agent, the one who had saved them from Eddie’s men, Agent Neville Flynn, stepped into the room, closing the door and walking over to the table. They both looked up at him as he leaned his fists on the table, staring off into the distance for a moment.
“Listen to me for a moment,” he said, not looking down at them. “You two are in a lot of danger right now. We can offer you protection, but only if Shawn agrees to be a witness for us. I’m urging you to take this offer; I’m more worried about you if you don’t testify than if you do.” He spoke the last words staring directly at Shawn, giving him a piercing gaze.
“So if I don’t do this, Gus is going to have to find a new psychic for the office?”
“Shawn!”
“Alright, alright.” Shawn sighed and nodded. “I’ll do it. But on one condition…”
~
Shawn was thoroughly enjoying the new deluxe hotel room they had been placed in before Juliet and Lassiter walked in the door.
Even though the room was being guarded by agents in the hallway and on the balcony, they obviously hadn’t thought of any internal threats to Shawn’s safety. Shawn reflected on the absurdity of this as Juliet and Gus attempted to hold back an enraged Lassiter, who was as red as a tomato and was looking at Shawn like a bull looks at a matador. I hope to one day look back on this moment and find that I’m still alive to laugh about it.
“Spencer, what the hell were you thinking?” Lassiter yelled at him after calming down enough to not need the others to hold him back. “What does go on in that brain of yours, besides the crackpot belief that you are a psychic!”
Shawn felt the urge to make a crack about Lassiter’s disbelief of his gift, but decided that this wasn’t the time. “Oh, you know the story, Lassi. Guy goes on a nature ride, guy sees brutal murder by an infamous mobster, guy almost dies in escaping said mobster, guy gets his friends a free ride home by agreeing to be a witness on the condition that his friends get to come home with him.”
“OUR TICKETS WERE ALREADY PAID!” …and Lassiter was back to trying to get to Shawn so he could beat the pulp out of him. “WHY WOULD YOU GET YOURSELF INVOLVED IN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!”
Okay, that was going too far. “Yes, because I like putting myself in situations where, did I mention, my life is threatened.”
“You do it all the time, Shawn!” Wow, Lassi must’ve been really pissed, he was using Shawn’s first name. Another way in Lassi was like his dad. Oh, that was not a pretty thought… it was best to not think about that comparison ever again.
The argument finally settled down. Lassiter finally stepped back, and pointed angrily at Shawn. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the trip, or you won’t be worrying about Eddie killing you.”
Wow, Gus was pretty good at predicting Lassi’s reactions after all.
X-posted to shawn_lassiter psych_slash and psychfiction
Chapter: 2/7
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by candyflossrain and saavira
Genre: Action, Adventure, Crossover, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, obscenity, slight crackiness
Pairing:(s) Shawn/Lassiter, hints of Gus/Juliet
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: Okay, part 2. Getting into a bit of the action now; if you've seen SoaP, this should be getting familiar. Cheers!
Chapter 1
So maybe Shawn had made Gus travel across the Pacific Ocean to a tiny island state for nothing. But hey, while they were there, they could enjoy it. Gus promised Shawn that he wouldn’t kill him if Shawn would just let him enjoy the island in his own way. Shawn happily agreed; he had a feeling Gus would be a bit of a drag on what he planned to do to enjoy the island life.
The second day there, Shawn spent with a rented surfboard and a female instructor. He’d done a little bit of surfing; living by the coast meant you’d do it sooner or later. But he wasn’t about to pass up on flirting with the very ‘able-bodied’ woman for several hours, using the ‘I’m a clumsy newbie, help me!’ routine (of course, sometimes he really did mess up; he wasn’t an expert at it after all).
Gus, meanwhile spent his time touring various historical sites and learning about Hawaiian culture. He spent the first night in their hotel room blabbing to Shawn about all he’d learned, and perking Shawn’s interest after showing him a picture from a reference book about ‘Hawaii’s last queen’ (Shawn then spent the next hour continually asking Gus to repeat how her name was pronounced. “Liliouo-wha?”)
As to Lassiter and Juliet, Gus and Shawn managed to keep away from them in the hotel. Shawn once bumped into Juliet alone on the elevator, prompting her to press the emergency stop button and question him for a good ten minutes about what the hell he thought he was doing by following them (though most of her anger came from having to deal with the still pissed-off Lassiter).
“Really, Shawn, Vick sent him here to take a break, not have you bust his chops. She’s worried that he’s going to have a hernia or something. Give the guy a break, okay?”
Well, it wasn’t like Shawn wanted to kill Lassiter. He could be fun at times, and was admittedly a prime member of the human race, tall, built, strong Irish features… and Shawn usually had to start beating his brain against the wall whenever his mind wandered into that odd little place. God, and Jules was worried about him killing Lassiter? She should’ve been more worried about the opposite happening.
The fourth day had Shawn waking at a modestly early (for him, at least) nine am to head down to a local motorcycle rental shop. It was their last full day on the island, and he wanted to spend it exploring the Hawaiian landscape. After getting a few maps that told of good sight seeing spots, he rented a small, speedy bike, similar to his own back home, and headed out onto the open road.
If Jules wants Lassi to relax, he thought at one point while speeding down a road that curved on a cliff overlooking the open ocean, she should get him to come out and see this. The sights were magnificent, and Shawn cursed his stupidity for not bringing a camera. Maybe he could go back and get one from the gift shop… but then he laughed to himself, realizing that with his memory, who needed a camera?
Around two in the afternoon, he pulled off into a secluded, shady area, deciding to take a break and find a place for lunch. Parking the bike, he trudged about fifty feet through some foliage and came face to face with a low hanging bridge, mostly blocked from sight by the trees around it; only the bottom wood piece visible, sticking out over the road.
Shawn was deciding whether to eat under or on top of the bridge when he noticed noises coming from above him. The next second, he gave a gasp as something fell through the air in front of him, stopping suddenly and hanging in the open air.
It was a man, dressed in a torn business suit, and hanging upside-down from a rope around his legs. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and his eyes were wide in fear. Shawn gaped at him for a moment, unable to speak, before croaking out, “Odd place to be bungee jumping, isn’t it?”
The man reached out, gripping Shawn’s shirt with dirt covered hands. “Get out of here, you idiot!” he gasped. “Don’t let them see you!”
“Is this some island kid’s idea of a prank? Seems kinda mean to me.”
“Go!” He shook Shawn’s shirt harshly, pushing him away. “Please, leave! I’m begging you!” Shawn couldn’t deny the overload of fear in the man’s eyes, and it was starting to make him very nervous.
He gave the man a quick, guilty nod before turning and jogging back into the foliage. Instead of disappearing completely, however, he hid behind a few trees, watching the scene before him.
Around half a minute later, three men of Asian descent appeared, the two on the sides carrying bats, and the one in the middle, a gun. Shawn’s heartbeat sped up rapidly; this was obviously no prank.
The man in the middle stepped up and grasped the hanging man by the shirt, leaning down to look him in the face. “It’s quite unfortunate how this whole matter turned out,” he said, a sickeningly serene smile on his face despite the current situation. “If only you’d listened to me.”
The hanging man seemed to have gained some confidence from somewhere. “I did what I was supposed to, Eddie. I wasn’t going to let you away with your crimes. You can rot in hell for all I care.”
The middle man, apparently called Eddie, tsked the man and shook his head. “It’s a shame then. I had hopes. Oh well. Goodbye, Mr. Levinston.” He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers.
Shawn watched in horror as the two men with Eddie stepped forward, raising their bats. They began to smash them into the hanging man’s body and face, and Shawn had to bite his tongue to stop from crying out at the horrid sounds of crunching bones and the man’s screams. Finally, the men stepped away, and Eddie raised the gun. Shawn couldn’t tear his eyes away. Oh god, he was going to-
A gunshot rang out, and the hanging man was no more.
Shawn couldn’t think, couldn’t scream, couldn’t do anything, he was paralyzed in shock. But his body decided to control itself, and he found himself backing away slowly and turning, running back to his bike as fast as he could. Unfortunately, the jungle crunched underfoot, and as he sped away, he heard the sounds of running footsteps. He let out a yelp as gunshots rang out behind him, but he was far gone by that time, and the foliage gave him cover.
Shawn’s heart was going at a million miles an hour. He’d just witnessed a murder, and the crooks had seen him. He’d seen the murderers’ faces, but they hadn’t seen his, but they’d seen his bike, which wasn’t his, but they could find out-
Shawn had to stop himself from going on, shaking his head to clear it. The first thing to do was to get back to the hotel in one piece. Then he could figure out his next step. One thing was for sure though. He wouldn’t be buying a disposable camera now.
~
“WHAT?”
Gus’s initial reaction to Shawn’s story wasn’t the most helpful. Really, Shawn expected better of his friend; with all the times they’d been involved in cases, this shouldn’t have been too shocking. Gus was quick to remind him, however, that he’d never been the actual witness to the murder. Gus’s reaction to the name of the criminal was even worse; the man literally fainted.
When he came to (helped along with a cup of cold water from Shawn), Gus began to describe the crime life of Eddie Kim. The man was a notorious mobster, on trial in Hawaii (and a few other states) for various murders and other crimes. He was known for being ruthless, tracking down his enemies with cutthroat precision. And now, Gus shrieked, Shawn was on his hit list.
Shawn was quick to remind him that they didn’t know who he was, and that they’d have a hard time tracking him down. That calmed Gus down a little, but when Shawn announced that he planned to call the police and report what had happened, Gus almost fainted again. “You are not making it easier for them to find us, you idiot!” he yelled, shaking Shawn by the shoulders.
Eventually, Gus gave in reluctantly, but made Shawn make the call from a payphone down the street. The police officer who picked up the phone at the station took down his name and information, and told him to stay at the hotel so they could get in contact with him later in the evening.
“Now, you see? Was that so hard?” Shawn asked Gus as he put down the phone. “Come on, Gussy. Lighten up. Lassi can’t get mad at me for getting involved in police business now! They need me!”
He heard Gus mutter, “you should be more worried about Lassiter murdering you when he finds out than about Eddie,” but Shawn shrugged off the comment. Lassiter couldn’t get mad at him for doing something the man would consider helpful to the police, now could he?
They spent the next few hours in the hotel, watching TV and waiting for the police to call them back. When a news flash came on, announcing the find of a local prosecutor murdered in the wilderness, Shawn made Gus turn the TV off. A bad feeling was settling over him about the situation, and he was starting to wonder if he should’ve kept his mouth shut.
Shawn was mulling by the balcony door, and Gus was reading on the bed when Shawn heard a faint whirring noise from outside the hotel room door. He walked over, peeking into the peep hole for a moment and jumping back in shock the next.
Eddie’s two cronies that he had seen in the wilderness were standing outside his door, apparently trying to break in. Now Shawn could see the screws on his door handle slowly being turned, and he knew that the handle would be off in a few moments. Panic shot through him, and he turned to Gus, who was quirking an eyebrow at him.
Shawn pressed a finger to his lips and walked over, yanking Gus off the bed and over to the balcony door. He quietly rolled open the glass, pulling Gus out onto the balcony with him. But before they could move, Shawn felt something grasp his collar, and he was yanked to the side.
He and Gus both let out a light yelp as they were pulled to the corner of the balcony blocked off from the room by a wall. They spun quickly, finding themselves face to face with a tall, brown-skinned man, wearing a black, leather jacket and running sneakers. “Do as I say, and you two will live,” he muttered gruffly, pushing them behind him and moving towards the glass doors, a gun in his hand trained on the room. “Jump over to that roof to your left.”
Gus and Shawn both were thinking about the same thing; they had better listen, because there really wasn’t a better option at the moment. The sound of gunfire going off in the room motivated them even more, and they climbed onto the railing, jumping to a low hanging building. The man in the leather jacket followed them, jumping down and leading them quickly to the roof entrance. They went down a stairwell and emerged in a back alley, finding a black SUV waiting for them. The man motioned for them to hop in the back.
They quickly jumped in the SUV, finding a man with brown hair and pasty skin occupying the shotgun. “Boys,” he said, turning to face them. “I’m Agent Sanders of the FBI, and we’ve got some explaining to do for you. You’re lucky our contacts at the police office alerted us to your call. Eddie tracked you back to the hotel by checking out the motorcycle rental shop you went to today, Mr. Spencer.”
As Gus gave him a death glare, Shawn reflected that his dad had warned him that motorcycles would be the death of him. Maybe he should have listened to Henry more often.
~
Shawn watched Agent Sanders walking out of the interrogation room, and gave a sigh, sucking on a lollipop he had fished out of his jeans. The man reminded him of Lassiter; way too uptight and a ‘by-the-rules’ kind of guy. Really, he should’ve put a moratorium on how many cops of that nature he knew. And the list should’ve ended after his dad.
Alright, well, maybe Lassi-face too.
Gus was sitting across from him, face down on the table and hands clasped over the back of his skull. He muttered against the table, muffling his voice slightly. “I think me and Lassiter and Eddie should meet; we’ve all got the same goal in mind, killing you.”
“Hey, witnessing a guy get shot through the head was not on my vacation list; I don’t know about you.” The scene kept playing over and over in his head, and every time Shawn thought about it, a queasy feeling rose in his chest.
Before Gus could reply, the other agent, the one who had saved them from Eddie’s men, Agent Neville Flynn, stepped into the room, closing the door and walking over to the table. They both looked up at him as he leaned his fists on the table, staring off into the distance for a moment.
“Listen to me for a moment,” he said, not looking down at them. “You two are in a lot of danger right now. We can offer you protection, but only if Shawn agrees to be a witness for us. I’m urging you to take this offer; I’m more worried about you if you don’t testify than if you do.” He spoke the last words staring directly at Shawn, giving him a piercing gaze.
“So if I don’t do this, Gus is going to have to find a new psychic for the office?”
“Shawn!”
“Alright, alright.” Shawn sighed and nodded. “I’ll do it. But on one condition…”
~
Shawn was thoroughly enjoying the new deluxe hotel room they had been placed in before Juliet and Lassiter walked in the door.
Even though the room was being guarded by agents in the hallway and on the balcony, they obviously hadn’t thought of any internal threats to Shawn’s safety. Shawn reflected on the absurdity of this as Juliet and Gus attempted to hold back an enraged Lassiter, who was as red as a tomato and was looking at Shawn like a bull looks at a matador. I hope to one day look back on this moment and find that I’m still alive to laugh about it.
“Spencer, what the hell were you thinking?” Lassiter yelled at him after calming down enough to not need the others to hold him back. “What does go on in that brain of yours, besides the crackpot belief that you are a psychic!”
Shawn felt the urge to make a crack about Lassiter’s disbelief of his gift, but decided that this wasn’t the time. “Oh, you know the story, Lassi. Guy goes on a nature ride, guy sees brutal murder by an infamous mobster, guy almost dies in escaping said mobster, guy gets his friends a free ride home by agreeing to be a witness on the condition that his friends get to come home with him.”
“OUR TICKETS WERE ALREADY PAID!” …and Lassiter was back to trying to get to Shawn so he could beat the pulp out of him. “WHY WOULD YOU GET YOURSELF INVOLVED IN SOMETHING LIKE THIS!”
Okay, that was going too far. “Yes, because I like putting myself in situations where, did I mention, my life is threatened.”
“You do it all the time, Shawn!” Wow, Lassi must’ve been really pissed, he was using Shawn’s first name. Another way in Lassi was like his dad. Oh, that was not a pretty thought… it was best to not think about that comparison ever again.
The argument finally settled down. Lassiter finally stepped back, and pointed angrily at Shawn. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the trip, or you won’t be worrying about Eddie killing you.”
Wow, Gus was pretty good at predicting Lassi’s reactions after all.
X-posted to shawn_lassiter psych_slash and psychfiction