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Monday, May 16th, 2011
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11:19 pm
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I'm a psychic detetective.
And Im awesome.
And if Molly Ringwald can see this...will you marry me?
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| Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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8:46 pm - Adventures in Akane-sitting
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“Dude, why am I so captivated by this,” Shawn asked his best friend and partner Burton “Gus” Guster as they watched yet another episode of ‘My Antonio’. “And my God he has amazing dimples. You could drink out of those things.”
“Too personal Shawn.”
“What like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”
“But I didn’t say it outloud,” Gus replied tossing a popcorn kernel in his mouth.
“First thing tomorrow I’m canceling VH-1. I feel dumber watching these reality shows. Its putting a crimp on my psychic mojo.”
“You don’t have psychic mojo.”
“Oh yeah?” Shawn raised his eye brow and stood up putting his fingers to his temples. “I’m getting something. 3…2…1…”
The phone rang at that precise moment. The duo shared a surprised look.
“Well that was just lucky,” Gus said as he went to the phone. “Psych Detective Agency. This Burton Guster. How can we assist you tonight?”
“Mister Guster. I need you and Mr. Spencer at the station right away. We have a situation that needs Shawn’s…special attention.”
“We’ll be right there,” Gus replied.
“What is it,” Shawn asked.
“The Chief. We got a new case. She wants us at the station right now. Lets go.”
“But Gremlins is on in like five minutes…Mogwai…”
Gus just glared at Shawn.
“Fine. Let’s go. Have it on DVD anyway. But still, fun to watch.”
Twenty minutes later…
“I’m telling you Shawn,” Gus said to Shawn as they entered the squad room.
“Not listening Gus. I firmly believe that there are Gremlins among us. They’re just being kept safe in basement antique shops out of the sunlight. And when I find one I will name him Gizmo.”
“Shawn if you did get a Gremlin, you’d unleash the evil ones after getting in a water gun fight with him.”
“I would never let that happen,” Shawn replied as they saw a small crowd of cops.
“Shawn. About time you got here,” Juliet said walking up to the two men.
“Traffic. Plus, Shawn kept trying to get me to get him a smoothie,” Gus answered.
“Dude, I keep telling you my psychic vibes work better when I got a pineapple smoothie working its way into my system.”
“What’s going on,” Gus asked.
“Witness to a crime. A guy was killed earlier tonight. She didn’t see anything because she was hiding but heard everything and might have caught a glimpse of something.”
“Then why are we here,” Shawn asked. “Chief want me to reach inside the head of this witness and pull out some important information?”
“Actually Mr. Spencer, that is exactly what we need you to do. We want you to spend time with this witness. Get to know her. Try to get inside her mind and find out what happened. Can you do this?”
“Of course. Though, I don’t know if Abigail will be happy with me making time with a witness who has been through a very trying ordeal. I’m a very charming man. Loyal of course, but my charms may construe otherwise.”
Juliet couldn’t help but snicker.
“Something funny Jules? You’re mocking my charms?”
Detective Lassiter joined them. “That would require you having actual charm Spencer. And she’s laughing for a completely different reason.”
“The witness is a minor,” Chief Vick replied walking towards the interrogation room. The group following behind her. “Young girl. No parents. We’re trying to find relatives, and we managed to keep Child Services out of it for now as she is a witness and we have the perfect person to baby-sit her until we get some information.”
Shawn paused as they reached the door.
“Woah wait a second. I’m head psychic for the Santa Barbara Police. I’m not a babysitter. I don’t know anything about taking care of kids. And you want me to keep an eye on one? I’m sorry. But we cant do this. Gus and I have some very important business back at home base.”
“Gremlins is on,” Gus explained.
“Duuude.”
Gus shrugged as if he really didn’t care he just ratted out his friend. “You can relax. Shawn and I will take real good care of her.”
Chief Vic nodded and opened the door. “Mr. Spencer Mr. Guster. I’d like you to meet Akane.”
They saw the young Asian girl sitting behind the table with McNab playing a game of checkers. And he was losing.
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