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Psych? As in “Gotcha”?

Oct 25, 2009 16:55

If you build it, they will come.Shawn had to wonder: if you got others to do a majority of the building for you, would 'they' still come? It didn't really matter either way - he obviously didn't need to rely on solving cases to keep food on the table and a roof over his head anymore - but knowing that didn't make him any less curious ( Read more... )

frank ginsberg, shawn spencer, keith mars, charlie crews

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refugeforlosers October 25 2009, 22:43:30 UTC

Frank would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit disappointed that Shawn wasn't wearing a t-shirt with a similar message to the dog's. He'd seen this place a couple of times while Michael had been working on it but now, with the window in pride of place, he had to admit it wasn't too bad.

He stuck his head inside, surveyed Shawn's desk, then pulled it out again. "What, no free kisses this time?" A booth was just what was needed. "Now there's an advertising stunt if ever I heard one." It was practically a win-win situation.

psych_out October 25 2009, 23:55:51 UTC

"Huh... Didn't even think of that." Clearly, he was losing his touch. "He'd probably give you one if you asked nicely," Shawn said, motioning to Lassie with the trowel he had in hand. The dog looked up just then and barked, tail wagging, muzzle covered in dirt.

"I think that's Golden Retriever for 'pucker up!'."

refugeforlosers October 26 2009, 00:11:14 UTC

Frank's gaze dropped to the dog but instead of making a move to pet him or pick him up like he usually would, he slipped his hands safely into his pockets. Something told him it'd be like trying to hold a dog version of Shawn himself - all wriggly, energetic and far beyond Frank's control.

"I think I'll pass," he told the dog, wondering exactly what man and pet were doing that had gotten at least one of them so covered in dirt. He looked back up to Shawn. "I had a kiss from a poodle earlier so I'm set."

psych_out October 27 2009, 04:29:42 UTC

"Standard, miniature or toy?" Shawn asked, because somehow the American Kennel Club's size definitions for the breed made a difference. It was anyone's guess why.

Lassie didn't seem to mind the rejection, and went right back to digging.

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kindofbroken October 25 2009, 23:37:41 UTC

"'Private Psychic Detective,'" Crews repeated, tilting his head slightly, brow furrowed, as he considered the window. He'd heard of psychics, and he'd heard of detectives, and he wouldn't have been surprised if someone had been running a psychic detective agency in L.A., but he hadn't really expected to see a similar structure on the Island. As such, he'd stopped directly in front of the window.

Cat, on the other hand, had other ideas. There was another dog in the vicinity, and she intended to make friends.

psych_out October 26 2009, 01:19:01 UTC

Eating worms and being an all around menace was put on hold when Lassie caught sight of the other dog, and since he was about as shy as his owner, he marched right over for a proper puppy hello. Apparently the trip to China would have to wait.

"I do parties, too," Shawn quipped. "Well, not really. Okay, maybe the once-- three times, but I only agreed to them because I practically had a gun to my head." Gun, a check with the right amount of zeros, they were pretty much the same thing. When someone has either, they called the shots.

neptune_noir October 26 2009, 00:41:49 UTC

Well, wasn't that something. Someone had set up a private detective's office, and it wasn't him or his daughter.

Private psychic detective, he amended. Even Vinnie Van Lowe hadn't stooped to that. Often.

"Psych?" he said, out loud. "That what you say when you hand them the bill?"

psych_out October 26 2009, 02:26:23 UTC

"No..." Shawn replied, squinting his eyes against the sun as he looked up from his digging. "I said 'thanks, remember us the next time there's a robbery, missing person, and-or murder and the police are standing around scratching their heads." Or something along those lines, at least.

"Unless the chief of police was the one handing over the check..."

neptune_noir October 26 2009, 03:25:28 UTC

"Don't expect any checks," said Keith, chief of police, with consummate dryness. "Does this count as your letter of resignation?"

Where did he get the window? The IPD didn't even have a window.

psych_out October 27 2009, 04:42:11 UTC

"...does anyone around here expect any checks?" And were they getting them? Did he have to write a strongly worded letter to someone? Because he would... totally get Gus to do that for him. "If I was going to resign, I would have done it when I started working at The Catscratch. This place isn't exactly a crime mecca, and you don't have to be psychic to know that's not going to change anytime soon."

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