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A/N: So, here's another installment in stories I wrote forever ago but never actually typed up. I always thought that I HAD typed this one, but I guess not. Maybe I've just reread over it too many times. Anyway, here we go. This was going to be a two-shot but I've decided to add in more details, so probably three or four chapters. Technically this story has nine "chapters", but they're more like parts. I figured I'd just break them up. Each part will be divided by one of those slice thingies like below.

By the way, this is set around season 6.


"I'll see you later buddy, I've got a date with Juliet." I tell Gus, grabbing my jacket and keys.

"Don't forget the chief wants to give us a case tomorrow morning." he reminds me before I shut the door to the Psych office.

Jumping onto my Norton, I zoom over to my girlfriend's house. It was our "budget night", and she was cooking, while I brought over a stack of DVDs.

Ringing the doorbell, I step back, revealing an arrangement of flowers. I'm not typically the flower giving type of guy, and it was interesting trying to put them on my bike, but I knew she deserved them.

"Shawn! You didn't have to!" she exclaims.

"Yeah, I know, but I figured they'd cheer you up. I know it's been hard recently." I explain.

"Thanks. You're awesome."

"Hey, you're the one who can cook!"

I come inside and sit down at the table where our plates are already laid out.

Jules cuts the bottoms off the bouquet and places them in a vase.

"Mhhm, Shawn. They're wonderful! Thanks again."

We eat the delightful homemade jerk chicken and curl up on the couch to watch The Breakfast Club.

I start to fall asleep when Jules shakes me awake.

"Why don't you just stay here for the night Shawn?" she tries to convince me.

"No, no... it's alright." I yawn. "The Chief has a case for us in the morning. I should probably shower and change clothing."

"Alright... Well, I'll see you in the morning."

She leads me to her door and we kiss goodbye. I drive off, slightly regretful. I hate leaving her.

About half way home, down a dark road, I notice a car following me. I make random turns. but it still keeps up. Even after speeding up, the vehicle is on my tail.

Eventually I grow fed up and head to the police station. When I turn though, the car speeds up and side-swipes me.

Losing control, I go flying off the bike. Being grateful for my helmet, I'm surprised when I blank out a second after I hit the ground. I don't even have time to feel the pain.


"Shawn! Oh my god, SHAWN!" someone yells at me.

Slowly I whisper a shush.

My head is exploding and my whole body hurts too much to move. The worse part is when I realize I've got blood, dried and new, seemingly all over me.

"Shawn?" a worried familiar voice begs to me.

"Gus...? What are you doing in my house?" I ask, confused.

"Dude, trust me, we are not in your house! Can you move?"

Opening my eyes, I see he's right. Instead we're in a small room. Shop lights litter the ceiling with two beds on opposite walls and a small table with something on it that I can't see. The door is only a hatch in the roof.

How'd we get here?

"Ow. Gus. I-I... My whole body is... ugh, oh my god." I look at him.

"There's some water here. Would you like some?" he asks.

I nod.

After my thirst is quenched, he uses some more water to wipe some of the blood off, using a sheet. I can tell he wants to turn away and puke so bad, but he holds out.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"The last thing I remember, I was riding my bike, coming home from Juliet's house. There was a car that hit my bike... I passed out when I hit the concrete... you woke me up. What about you?"

"I'm not exactly sure... I think I was given chloroform in my sleep. I freaked out when I woke up and saw you." Gus says.

"Why would somebody want us? Does it have to do with one of our cases?" I wonder.

"Probably." Gus comments, looking at his wrist. "It's past noon!"

Silence.

"Shawn? They're gonna find us, right?"

"Of course Gus! They know we're gone by now. I just hope they don't find my bike first. I can't imagine how Jules is feeling."

"Well, don't forget the time you were shot. All we had besides your texts was the trail of blood. We were all worried, but I know she was particularly upset." Gus tells me.

"Yeah." One of our stomachs growl.

As if on cue, the hatch opens up and a basket on a rope is lowered to the table.

Gus looks inside. "There's a gallon of water, a loaf of bread and a note."

As soon as the things are taken out of the basket, it is lifted and the hatch closes again, without me seeing anyone.

We each have two portions of bread and a chug of water. Gus takes out the note and reads it.

"Behave down there! You'll be here a while. Oh, and that's all the stuff you're getting."

"Great. That's just lovely." I say sarcastically. "Let me see the note."

I don't to risk moving, so he brings it over in front of me.

I scan it and try to match the handwriting.

"Get anything?" Gus asks.

I search my whole brain but can't come up with anything helpful.

"Nope..."

"Aw man."

"Well this just sucks a lot, doesn't it. HEY GUS!"

"What?"

"Does this make us both Brooke Smith?"


A/N: Well, I reviewed my whole story and realized that I am going to be adding a few more details here and there and correcting a lot of grammar issues. But the one thing I found out I did was CONSTANTLY switch POVs. I would tell you who is who but I make it kinds obvious as to who's POV it is. If it gets too confusing just tell me though and I'll fix it somehow.



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