Silver Winchester
07-17-2008, 02:35 AM
A fanfic dedicated to my favorite USA Network TV Series, "Psych"
Shawn beat his best friend, Gus to the “Psych” office, and Shawn with his awesome agility and speed, he blocked the doorway, just in the nick of time. Gus glared at Shawn and stomped on Shawn’s foot to make him move. Shawn, in pain grabs onto
Gus’ pants leg. Gus looked down and shook him off.
Unlocking the office door, Gus slammed the door in Shawn’s face and he locked it back.
“OW! GUS! Don’t be a soggy waffle! I said I was sorry! It was an accident. Now let me in so we can talk about this!” Shawn looks for his set of keys but he doesn’t find them.
This can only mean one thing: Gus took them from his jacket when he went to the restroom.
“Oh, it was an accident, Shawn? Ha! Like I haven’t heard that one before, “Gus, I’m sorry, it was accident!” It’s always an accident. You never take account for you own actions! You got me kicked out of “Antonio’s” on purpose and you know it!” Gus raises the blinds down so he won’t see Shawn’s face while he’s talking to him.
“C’mon, Gus! They charged us $35 for a pineapple smoothie! At “Jamba Juice” they give ‘em to ya for free. Open the door!” Shawn taps on the window.
“And that gives you the right to make a scene and tell everyone that they had giant rats? I was going back later on this week.” Gus sits at his desk, trying to ignore Shawn.
He doesn’t hear him tapping on the window anymore so, he looks out the blinds and tries to run to the back door but, it’s too late.
“I knew that spare key would come in handy one day. Who is it, Gus? Was it Sandy that nurse from “Glorious Pines”? You should totally go for it. She was hot with an extra‘t’. Yeah I had to. The spirits told me to do it. They hate people who charge too much for pineapple smoothies.” Shawn sits down in his spinning chair and moves toward Gus.
“No it wasn’t—how did you find out about Sandy?! You broke into my apartment again, didn’t you?” Gus goes into his locker and gets his Wally Jr. mini-bat and throws it at Shawn.
Shawn ducks and the bat hits Shawn’s 1st place pineapple, Mr. Nanas. Shawn runs towards his beloved pineapple as he looks like he’s about to cry. He stands up, while he places Mr. Nanas on his desk and he lunges for Gus.
“Technically, it’s not breaking and entering if you know where the person hides the key, Gus! I screened your calls before you got there. I also deleted the message she left you about 2 weeks ago. ” Shawn slaps Gus in his face.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here, a lover’s quarrel?” Jimmy Nichols walks through the back door and looks down at the boys.
Shawn and Gus dust themselves off and Shawn holds his pineapple in his right hand while he hits Gus with his left.
“Jimmy Nichols? What are you doin’ here? I thought you were goin’ to the Bahamas with that hot wife of yours? I mean um…” Gus hides behind Shawn but Shawn moves out of the way.
“Gus, it’s cool, man. I know. She was a hottie, wasn’t she?” Jimmy sighs and takes out the picture of Ivanka.
Shawn grabs Gus and drags him into the other room.
“Hey, uh Jimmy, me and my partner need to have a little chit chat about something. Have a slice of pineapple upside-down cake. Take a load off. We’ll be right back.” Shawn closes the closet door and clicks on the light.
“Shawn, why we’re in this small confined space we call a closet? What?” Gus sits down on the bucket and looks around the closet.
“It looks like our office at Suicide Hotline place, right? But, that’s beside the point. I think he killed his wife, dude.” Shawn whispers in Gus’ ear and looks at the picture of Little Boy Cat, who Gus confirmed as little girl cat a few months ago.
“Shawn, you didn’t tell me that Sandy called me. Now, she probably thinks I don’t like her. Don’t go jumping to conclusions, Shawn. Remember what happened last time.” Gus becomes quiet all of a sudden.
“GUS! I thought she was drowning. Her so-called lifeguard boyfriend almost killed me in the water. He’s supposed to save people not kill them.” Shawn tries to explain himself.
“That’s because he thought you were tryin’ to kiss her and despite all your excuses I think he was right. I’m not talking to you until you get me back on my reservation at “Antonio’s” for Thursday.” Gus heads for the closet door.
“Alright. Alright! I’ll get you your damn reservation back. Is that it?” Shawn blocks the door once again.
“No, Shawn that’s not it. I want next week off. And I want to you tell Sandy that I never got her message and you deleted it and you must apologize before I even think about helping you on this case. If there even is a case.” Gus steps on Shawn’s foot again.
“Gus. You can’t have the week off. We’re supposed to be going surfing with Lassie, remember?” Shawn stands his ground and he winces in pain.
“No, Shawn I don’t remember. I never got that massage from Gloria. I doubt Lassiter would invite you to go on stakeout with him nor would he take you surfing with him.” Gus is very skeptical about the whole surfing with Lassiter.
“Boys, are you done? ‘Cause I gotta get back to Sarah. We can do this another time. I came all this way to pay you but if you don’t want it then—“Jimmy Nichols begins to walk out the door.
Shawn busts open the door off its hinges and he stops Jimmy in his tracks.
“Hey! Whoa! We’ll take it.” Shawn smiles at Jimmy and happily takes the thousand dollars plus the five hundred thousand dollar bonus. He mouths ‘Sweet!’ to Gus as he leads Jimmy out the front door.
“I’m not payin’ for that door, Shawn.” Gus points to the door.
“Don’t be an upset ghost. With this kind of cash we can buy a million doors for our “Psych” mystery house.” Shawn says that super fast.
“What mystery house, Shawn?! Don’t tell me that you invested all our money on a house?!” Gus chases Shawn on the beach.
“Gus, look on the bright side! At least we have more chances to make some quick cash!” Shawn runs away from Gus.
“Shawn! That’s another one of your harebrained schemes that I will not be apart of!” Gus throws a rock at Shawn.
Shawn beat his best friend, Gus to the “Psych” office, and Shawn with his awesome agility and speed, he blocked the doorway, just in the nick of time. Gus glared at Shawn and stomped on Shawn’s foot to make him move. Shawn, in pain grabs onto
Gus’ pants leg. Gus looked down and shook him off.
Unlocking the office door, Gus slammed the door in Shawn’s face and he locked it back.
“OW! GUS! Don’t be a soggy waffle! I said I was sorry! It was an accident. Now let me in so we can talk about this!” Shawn looks for his set of keys but he doesn’t find them.
This can only mean one thing: Gus took them from his jacket when he went to the restroom.
“Oh, it was an accident, Shawn? Ha! Like I haven’t heard that one before, “Gus, I’m sorry, it was accident!” It’s always an accident. You never take account for you own actions! You got me kicked out of “Antonio’s” on purpose and you know it!” Gus raises the blinds down so he won’t see Shawn’s face while he’s talking to him.
“C’mon, Gus! They charged us $35 for a pineapple smoothie! At “Jamba Juice” they give ‘em to ya for free. Open the door!” Shawn taps on the window.
“And that gives you the right to make a scene and tell everyone that they had giant rats? I was going back later on this week.” Gus sits at his desk, trying to ignore Shawn.
He doesn’t hear him tapping on the window anymore so, he looks out the blinds and tries to run to the back door but, it’s too late.
“I knew that spare key would come in handy one day. Who is it, Gus? Was it Sandy that nurse from “Glorious Pines”? You should totally go for it. She was hot with an extra‘t’. Yeah I had to. The spirits told me to do it. They hate people who charge too much for pineapple smoothies.” Shawn sits down in his spinning chair and moves toward Gus.
“No it wasn’t—how did you find out about Sandy?! You broke into my apartment again, didn’t you?” Gus goes into his locker and gets his Wally Jr. mini-bat and throws it at Shawn.
Shawn ducks and the bat hits Shawn’s 1st place pineapple, Mr. Nanas. Shawn runs towards his beloved pineapple as he looks like he’s about to cry. He stands up, while he places Mr. Nanas on his desk and he lunges for Gus.
“Technically, it’s not breaking and entering if you know where the person hides the key, Gus! I screened your calls before you got there. I also deleted the message she left you about 2 weeks ago. ” Shawn slaps Gus in his face.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here, a lover’s quarrel?” Jimmy Nichols walks through the back door and looks down at the boys.
Shawn and Gus dust themselves off and Shawn holds his pineapple in his right hand while he hits Gus with his left.
“Jimmy Nichols? What are you doin’ here? I thought you were goin’ to the Bahamas with that hot wife of yours? I mean um…” Gus hides behind Shawn but Shawn moves out of the way.
“Gus, it’s cool, man. I know. She was a hottie, wasn’t she?” Jimmy sighs and takes out the picture of Ivanka.
Shawn grabs Gus and drags him into the other room.
“Hey, uh Jimmy, me and my partner need to have a little chit chat about something. Have a slice of pineapple upside-down cake. Take a load off. We’ll be right back.” Shawn closes the closet door and clicks on the light.
“Shawn, why we’re in this small confined space we call a closet? What?” Gus sits down on the bucket and looks around the closet.
“It looks like our office at Suicide Hotline place, right? But, that’s beside the point. I think he killed his wife, dude.” Shawn whispers in Gus’ ear and looks at the picture of Little Boy Cat, who Gus confirmed as little girl cat a few months ago.
“Shawn, you didn’t tell me that Sandy called me. Now, she probably thinks I don’t like her. Don’t go jumping to conclusions, Shawn. Remember what happened last time.” Gus becomes quiet all of a sudden.
“GUS! I thought she was drowning. Her so-called lifeguard boyfriend almost killed me in the water. He’s supposed to save people not kill them.” Shawn tries to explain himself.
“That’s because he thought you were tryin’ to kiss her and despite all your excuses I think he was right. I’m not talking to you until you get me back on my reservation at “Antonio’s” for Thursday.” Gus heads for the closet door.
“Alright. Alright! I’ll get you your damn reservation back. Is that it?” Shawn blocks the door once again.
“No, Shawn that’s not it. I want next week off. And I want to you tell Sandy that I never got her message and you deleted it and you must apologize before I even think about helping you on this case. If there even is a case.” Gus steps on Shawn’s foot again.
“Gus. You can’t have the week off. We’re supposed to be going surfing with Lassie, remember?” Shawn stands his ground and he winces in pain.
“No, Shawn I don’t remember. I never got that massage from Gloria. I doubt Lassiter would invite you to go on stakeout with him nor would he take you surfing with him.” Gus is very skeptical about the whole surfing with Lassiter.
“Boys, are you done? ‘Cause I gotta get back to Sarah. We can do this another time. I came all this way to pay you but if you don’t want it then—“Jimmy Nichols begins to walk out the door.
Shawn busts open the door off its hinges and he stops Jimmy in his tracks.
“Hey! Whoa! We’ll take it.” Shawn smiles at Jimmy and happily takes the thousand dollars plus the five hundred thousand dollar bonus. He mouths ‘Sweet!’ to Gus as he leads Jimmy out the front door.
“I’m not payin’ for that door, Shawn.” Gus points to the door.
“Don’t be an upset ghost. With this kind of cash we can buy a million doors for our “Psych” mystery house.” Shawn says that super fast.
“What mystery house, Shawn?! Don’t tell me that you invested all our money on a house?!” Gus chases Shawn on the beach.
“Gus, look on the bright side! At least we have more chances to make some quick cash!” Shawn runs away from Gus.
“Shawn! That’s another one of your harebrained schemes that I will not be apart of!” Gus throws a rock at Shawn.