“Shawn! Sha-” Gus stopped as he ran smack into Shawn, who was standing outside the office, looking dazed.
“Shawn! Why is your picture in that file?” half the precinct looked over curiously.
“Dude, shut up!” Shawn grabbed his friend, glancing over his shoulder carefully before yanking him around a bend in the hallway where they could be out of view.
For a minute, it looked like Shawn was simply contemplating his words, trying to figure out where to start. He opened his mouth as if he had decided, closed it again, and then, “I don't know what you are talking about.”
“Yeah right! Stop with the bull, Shawn,” Gus snorted in reply. Gus blinked as his friend's only response was to turn and head towards the exit.
“Shawn?” Gus followed at his heels. He heard his friend muttering under his breath.
“...that picture was supposed to have disappeared...”
“Shawn, are you going to tell me what's going on?” at this point, they were halfway across the parking lot, Gus moving around in front of Shawn to act as a blockade.
“Gus, buddy-” he paused a moment, his jaw going slack as he glanced at something over Gus's shoulder.
“Um...did you get the Blueberry a new paint job since we went in to see the Chief?” he asked, dumbstruck.
“I most certainly did not!” Gus turned around to see what his friend was staring at.
“Shawn!” Gus cried out, aghast. His little blue company car was covered in what looked like blood, a message written on the back windshield.
He's next, Woodsen.
“Woodsen? He must have the wrong car...” Gus turned to see his friend turn white.
“Shawn? Shawn, what's wrong?” Shawn stumbled backwards a moment, turning to face away from Gus. He took in a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep his hands from shaking.
“It's nothing, buddy, probably the wrong car,” Shawn didn't sound too convincing.
“We should go tell the Chief,” before Gus gave Shawn a chance to think up another option, he turned and walked back into the precinct, willing his friend to follow without any physical initiative. He was relieved as Shawn followed wordlessly behind him.
“That's it, Mr.Spencer, you have to tell us what's going on,” there was now five of them in the office, Shawn fidgeting uncomfortably under their scrutiny.
“I...they probably got the wrong Blueberry, after all, neither Gus or I go by “Woodsen”. What kind of name is that anyway? Wood-sen. It just sounds so wrong.”
“Spencer, shut up!” Lassiter rolled his eyes, turning back to the Chief, “I don't think it's anything to worry about, Chief. Besides, if someone is after that hooligan, maybe they'll succeed in getting rid of him.”
“Carlton!” his partner, Juliet, gave him an annoyed look.
“What? It's not like he does anything useful!”
“He's helped us on twelve different cases in the past 6 months, closing all of them in under a week,” the Chief now looked at Carlton, waiting for his rebuttal. For once, there was none, except a stony glare still aimed at Spencer.
“Mr.Spencer, in this file there is a conflict of interest. We have a list of four names, none of which belong to you. However, of the four pictures, one is of you,” the chief pushed the picture across the table, Juliet and Carlton leaning forward to get a peak. Shawn didn't move to touch it.
“It must have fallen in on accident,” the spark inside him had died, everyone turning to stare at him with disbelief.
“I don't think so. Mr.Spencer, what are you not telling us?” the Chief narrowed her eyes, folding her hands and setting them on her desk.
Shawn sat staring at the floor, trying to think of a response. As if by some miracle, his phone went off in his pocket. He yanked it out, looking up at the Chief with a fake sincerity before looking at the screen. His finger hesitated a moment before sliding open the call.
“Hey, dad,” he turned and walked out into the hallway.
“Dad? Spencer, did you hit your head or do just answer your phone randomly now?”
“No, I was in a sort of...situation...why on earth was that picture still in the file?” he whisper yelled.
“What file? Wait...are you at the SBPD?” the voice on the other side asked, confused.
“Yes, getting questioned about why my picture is in a certain file, showing me to be a consultant when my name isn't listed!”
“They shipped it out before I could stop them, it was supposed to be filed as a classified case!”
“Well, clearly, that did not happen! Where are you, we need to talk. Now.”
“Yes, we do. Turn around.”
“Turn around?” he turned around. She was there.
“I thought you were being questioned?” she crossed her arms, ending the call on her phone.
“I was, until you rescued me,” he whispered. She tilted her head, her bright red hair shimmering slightly. Shawn slowly put his phone away, both of them standing, unmoving, across from each other. Before either really realized what was happening, they both reached out and pulled themselves into a hug, their eyes shut tight.
“It's good to see you,” she whispered softly.
“I didn't think I'd ever see you again...Carrie,” he whispered back. He realized then that the whole precinct was staring, including the four people still in the Chief's office.
“We should probably, um...” before he had a chance to stop her, she turned towards the office, entering without another glance towards Shawn. He rolled his eyes, following after.
“Special Agent Carrie Woodsen, FBI,” she flashed a badge before taking Shawn's vacated seat, indicating for him to follow her lead. He hesitantly sat down beside her, everyone still staring.
“Shawn, do you know her?” Gus broke the silence that followed after the woman's blunt introduction. When Shawn took too long answering, Woodsen, with an annoyed glance towards him, answered for him.
“Yes, he does. I need that file, it was never supposed to have left my office,” she placed her badge back under her suit jacket, her hand stretched out to take the file. To her dismay, the Chief only stared back at her.
“I wasn't asking you, I was asking Shawn,” Gus snorted, turning to look at his buddy. Shawn wouldn't look him in the eye.
“Yes. I know her,” he said softly.
“I can see I've been the subject of many conversations, haven't I?” she sighed, standing up. If they wouldn't give her the file, she'd just have to take it. The chief placed her hand comfortably on the file, blocking the FBI agent with her small gesture.
“Excuse me?” Woodsen was trying to remain pleasant, and losing quickly to her impatience.
“Why wasn't this file supposed to leave your office?”
“Because it contains sensitive information pertaining to my consultants safety.”
“Your consultant?” the chief had always picked her battles carefully, and this was one she had to win.
“Do you really not know? Shawn, did you tell them anything about how we know each other?” Woodsen asked, amazed.
“How much did you tell them?” He could tell she was starting to get a little ticked.
“Um...I think about...none of it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Typical of you, Shawn.” He looked down at the floor, unmoving. Everyone was shocked into silence.
“I need this file,” she finally snatched it out from under the Chief's hand, “and you, my car. Now.”
“Sorry, Chief, gotta go,” without another word he followed the FBI agent out, shrugging his shoulders in a sort of apology.
“Um...what just happened?” Gus asked the question that was wildly spinning around in everyone's minds.
“I'm not sure, but I'm going to find out,” the Chief snorted, snatching up her phone, dismissing the group of people in her office with a flick of her finger.