A blast from the past - psych episode part
Shawnâs cousin, (y/n) is moving to Santa Barbara and helps the team solve a crime - but their cousin and his best friend are not the only familiar facesâŚ
Shawn sat in the living room, Gus by his side and their eyes glued to the screen. Shawnâs cousin was visiting, and the boys were waiting for them to finish up some stuff, and then theyâd join them for a game of Clue. (y/n) came out of the guest room and into the kitchen, pouring themselves a glass of water. âShawn, Gus, water anyone?â They called out, and the boys yelled back in unison âno!â.
âZombies!â Shawn called out, pressing the circle button on the remote. âWatch out!â It was Gusâs turn to warn his player 2 from the monsters attacking them. He pressed the square and the triangle, hoping this move would help.
âYou guys are still stuck on this level? Youâve been at it for hours nowâ (y/n) sighed and rested their glass at the table, taking a seat next to their cousin. âItâs not the same levelâ Gus said in a defensive tone. âIt is Gus, it says in the side level 3. I arrived at 3:30pm, when I came in you were on level 3. You nearly even said hello, meaning you were already invested in the gameâ they started, âI went to my room, unpacked and organized, got some homework done and now it is 5:30â. Shawn rolled his eyes.
âYou lost!â The game called out. âSee, you made us lose focus-â Gus started, but (y/n) just laughed. âYou wouldâve lost anywayâ they said. âOh, so you think you can do better, (y/n)â Gus asked, challenging his best friendâs cousin. âIn fact, I am sure of it. I already played through the entirety of âApocalypse of the damnedâ with Ellaâ (y/n) smirked, and reached out their hand toward Gus, who unwillingly handed them the remote.
Shawn walks into the police station, Gus by his side. âDo you know why we were called here? I heard nothing about a body in my police radarâ Shawn says. âShawn, I thought we agreed you need to return itâ Gus sighs, though he isnât surprised to hear his best friend is not listening to a voice of reason. âWell, I returned that one. Then I took a different oneâ Shawn replies.
âShawn-â Gus starts. âWell, we better wrap it up fast here, my cousin should be at my dadâs in about two hours and I want to be there to welcome themâ Shawn cuts him off. â(Y/n) is coming to town?â Gus says, surprised. âYeah, I told you about it like, a week agoâ Shawn said. âNo, you didnâtâ Gus insists, slightly upset but once again not surprised.
âYeah, donât you remember? They got an interview here to be a pro filer, it makes sense, you know, theyâve always been really organized-â Shawn explains, and his friend is about to cut him off to explain that this is not a job but they were interviewing for, but they got to the center of the station. Since Gus didnât have the answer to Shawnâs question, he looked for someone who might know.
âYo, Lassie!â Shawn called out and waved at the tall, black haired detective as he approached his desk. âWhat, Spencer?â He sighed, fixing his tie at the reflection of himself on the computer screen. âI was wondering-â Shawn starts, and as he starts he canât help but notice a few things.
Lassiter is fixing his tie, he is moving his face around to check all angles. His eyebrows are furred and he is focusing on fixing himself up, his desk is the cleanest Shawn has ever seen, which could only meanâŚ
Shawn is raising his hand and resting it on his temple, âoh, Lassi, I just got a visionâ he says dramatically. Lassiter rolls his eyes, but deep inside he was a bit worried Spencerâs vision had something to do with his plans for the day. âYou are expecting someone. Someone you care about, someone you like, someone who you have a⌠a romantic interest in, maybe. Is it a special lady friend?â Shawn asks, raising his eyebrows as he dragged the words âlady friendâ to poke Lassiter. He puts his hand down with a proud face. In return, the detective looks at the psychic with the usual annoyed, cold look in his eyes.
âNoâ He says, âa friend of mine from college is in town. They got their Masters at criminology recently and Iâve been talking to Chief Vick about getting a Profiler for the precinct for a while now, so I got them an interviewâ Lassiter explains himself, âthey are finishing their interview as we speakâ. Shawn was not fooled. He knows his favorite frenemy is interested in this new profiler, and he had every intention to be a wingman in this case.
âAnd you like this friend, donât you? You like them, and you wanna kiss them-â Shawn continued to poke the detective, making kissing noises as he puckers his lips. âUh, Lassie?â Gus cuts his friend off, shushing him by covering Shawnâs mouth and pushing him back. âWhere did you go to college?â He asks the detective, with his know-it-all smile. Unlike Shawn, he knew what the interview the cousin was here to have.
âWell, I got my criminal justice degree in Arizona state univers-â Lassie starts. âHa, thatâs funny, my cousin got their criminal justice degree there as well. Maybe they were in the same class as you and your fri-â Shawn starts, but mid-word the puzzle pieces connect in his brain.
âEWâ Shawn calls out, taking a step back, âLassie, you got a crush on my cousin?â He says, his voice laced with disgust.
â(y/n) is your cousin?â The detective says, and the horror in his voice was noticeable even to the most oblivious people. âYes, Lassie, they areâ Shawn cries out as he starts pacing around, âdid you not notice we have the same lovely smile and the same beautiful shine in our eyes?â Shawn continues to compliment himself as he lists the âsimilaritiesâ between himself and his cousin.
âWell, I didnât know that they were your cousin, I didn't even know you when I met them-â the detective replies, his voice slightly horrified. He tried to think back at the times he shared with (y/n) in university and tried to remember if they ever mentioned having a psychic for a cousin, itâs something youâd think would come up in a conversation. âi- and I donât have a crush on (y/n)â he adds.
âWhat? Are you saying my cousin is ugly? Dude, my cousin is way out of your league-â Shawn gets upset. âI- no, (y/n) is fine, I mean, they look fine-â Lassie stumbles, confused at the argument he got into. âGross, man, this is my cousin you are talking about-â Shawn argues back and Gus rolls his eyes.
âWhat did I miss?â A voice sounds from behind the boys. âLassie has a crush on my cousinâ Shawn whines, and Juliet looks at him, her eyes filled with confusion and a smile threatening to spread on her face. She finally breaks. âNo, no, Oâhera, I donât have a crush on Spencerâs cousin, I had a few classes with them in university, we were good friends and than I moved here, and at first we stayed in touch, but you know, long distance is hard- long distance friendships-â he tries to save himself but Julietâs laugh just gets louder and louder and Shawnâs whines whinier. Lassiter signs and decides to give up. âLook, it was before I even met Shawn, and it was a long time agoâ He finally admits.
âThis is the best thing that I have ever heardâ O'hare laughs. âWhat is?â A new voice is joining the conversation. â(Y/n), helloâ Lassiter says with the closest thing to a warm smile his face muscles can produce. He reaches his hand for (y/n) to shake, but they take his hand and pull him into a hug. âHey, Carltonâ they say. He may not be able to actually see the smile on their face, but when he closes his eyes and allows himself to take in the moment of reunion he can see it in his mind. Carlton clears his throat and breaks the hug, remembering there are people around them and he cannot get emotional.
âHey cousinâ Shawn smiles, opening his arms for them. They take the invitation and as they hug Shawn they pull Gus into the group hug. âThe gang's back togetherâ Gus smiles, hugging his childhood frenemy. They break the hug after a few seconds.
âHi, Iâm Juliet, I work with Shawn and detective Lassiterâ Juliet says, reaching her hand out for a handshake. âOh, hey, it is so nice to finally meet youâ (y/n) smiles, shaking the offered hand. âFinally?â Juliet asks suspiciously as she moves her hand back to her side. âYeah, Shawnie told me all about you. Donât worry, he only ever says good things about youâ They smile at Jules. She laughs a bit awkwardly, giving Shawn a slightly shy look.
âAnd he never mentioned me?â Lassie asks, confused, âcause if he did, I mean, you never realized it was me?â. (Y/n) clears their throat, âwell, he always just said detective dipstick, so I⌠I never made the connectionâ they admit. Shawn lets out a small laugh. âThatâs right, I didâ he says. His eyes go to the detective, but he looks away after less than a second when he sees the angry look he shoots at him, saying âIâll deal with you laterâ without using a word. âAnyways, uh, Chief Vick wants everyone in the hall in fiveâ (y/n) breaks the silence.
âHello, officers. Today I would like to introduce you to our brand new profilerâ Chief Vic says, pointing next to her and inviting (y/n) to stand in front of everyone. They walk up next to their new boss, waving at everybody. The officers all clap their hands and Shawn calls âwo!! Yes, wow, what an amazing-â.
âThis is (y/n) Spencer, and yes, they are related to our very own Psychic detectiveâ Vic starts, cutting off Spencer. âThey have a B.A in criminal justice, which they got alongside our head detective, Carlton Lassiter, and they recently got their masters in criminology. It is fair to say they are very talented, and a promising addition to our precinctâ Vic continues, â(y/n), a few words?â.
âUh, hello everybodyâ (y/n) says, a warm smile on their face. âJust as I rememberedâ Carlton thinks to himself, and he canât help but smile at the sight. âThe Chief here really said pretty much all of it, so Iâll just say I am looking forward to working alongside all of you, and I am so, so excited to be here. I want to give Carlton a special thanks for helping me get this opportunity, and, uh, I guess thatâs itâ they smile. Everyone claps once again and (y/n) goes back to the âcrowdâ.
The Chief nods, âthank you, (y/n), we are so happy to have you, and we all look forward to working with you tooâ she says with a smile on her face, ânow, go back to work everybodyâ.
âThis is so coolâ Shawn says, âI canât believe weâre gonna work together again, beating actual bad guys and not just zombiesâ. He walks by his cousin as they follow Lassiter to his desk. âYeah, itâs gonna be so awesomeâ they reply, the word âawesomeâ comes out a bit singly. Lassiter stops at his desk, and (y/n) stops there too. The detective sits down and reaches his hand under his desk.
âWell, Shawn, I will see you later, k cousin?â (Y/n) says. âDonât you want to grab a coffee? Catch up without my dad around?â Shawn asks, âIâll even let you pay for my coffeeâ. (Y/n) lets out a small laugh, âwell, as tempting as that sounds, I already have plansâ they say, tilting their head toward their ex-classmate.
âEw, youâre hanging out with detective dipstick?â Shawn says, scrunching his nose in disgust. He looks at the detective, who is now back to standing, one hand holding the briefcase-type-bag (y/n) arrived with in the morning and asked him to put it at his desk while they had their interview. It was a brief interaction, not even a proper hello. He is handing the bag out to the new profiler of the SBPD. (Y/n) rolls their eyes and grabs the bag, deciding to not dignify that with a response.
âYou coming?â Lassiter asks, and (y/n) nods, tightening their grip over the briefcaseâs handle. He walks out of the station, and they follow him, taking bigger steps to catch up to him.
âI canât believe my cousin is going on a date with Lassieâ Shawn says. âShawn, they were good friends in university, they could just be catching upâ Jules says, attempting to comfort her friend. âHe better just be catching up with themâ says Shawn, trying to sound annoyed and threatening but it comes out more like a child who asks his mom to give him back his toy. âI mean, itâs not like they would ever like him back. Heâs so⌠friend and theyâre so.. notâ Gus joins in. âPoor Lassieâ Shawn sighs, âheâs about to get his heart brokenâ.
âSo, Lassieâ (y/n) starts, using the nickname their cousin gave Carlton with a teasing smile on their face, âwhat have you been up to in the past⌠What is it? 10 years?â. The detective sighs, wanting to ask them not to call him Lassie but before the words come out he realizes he doesnât mind the nickname when itâs coming from his old-days crush.
âI am the head detective of SBPD, I solve crimes and I put criminals in jail and, uhâŚâ Lassie tried to think, realizing he really never does anything but work. âWowâ (y/n) laughs, âyou are as dedicated as i remembered. Ever done anything other than work?â they ask.
âWell, I got marriedâ He says. âOhâ (y/n) says, their voice almost disappointed, but Lassie didnât catch the tone. âThan I got a divorceâ He continues. âOhâ (y/n) says again, this time with a relief laced in their voice.
âWell, mostly studies. While I was studying I worked with prisons in different behavioral correction programs, I worked with some law firms and⌠stuff like that. Not as impressive, I guessâ they say.
âNo, no, I think this is very impressive, and so interestingâ he says, though there is one question that he has to get the answer to. âWhat about a husband, or a boyfriendâŚâ he asks. Back in university they sort-of-dated. It was never official, but they hung out and studied together, and though they never talked about it, the night they went their separate ways - Lassie got the job he applied for in Santa Barbara, and (y/n) stayed in arizona to continue their academic career and work as a freelancer in the field.
âNothing of that sortâ (y/n) says, ânot much time for dating between all this⌠I mean, the crazy scheduleâŚâ. Lassiter nods, âyeah, yeah, of courseâ he says, trying to hide the happiness this answer gave him. âWhy are you asking?â They tackle him. âOh, just, uh, yâknow, catching upâ he says, âIâm also not seeing anyoneâ he adds. He is not sure whatâs going on. Since when does he behave like this? So.. awkward, losing his words and his focus⌠/like a 20 years old with a crush/ he thinks to himself, realizing he may not be as over (y/n) as he thought.
âGood to knowâ (y/n) smiles at him awkwardly. They donât know what to say or do next, and they are desperate to fill the silence with something. Lassie and them got along so well, but they just didnât know how to do this. Itâs been years, and the crush they had on Carlton back in university surfaced the second they laid eyes on him this morning. âSo-â they start, but both of their phones start ringing.
âYes, Shawn?â (Y/n) says, as Lassie asks the Chief what happened. âYeah, Iâm here with Carlton, be there in 10â they say. âBen there in 5â the detective corrects (y/n) as well as letting the Chief know theyâll be there soon. He gets up and pull his car keys from his pocket, âletâs go, (y/n)!â He calls out, and they follow him to the car - but not before grabbing the coffee cups they got to-go just in case thereâs, well, a case.
When Lassiter and (y/n) arrive at the scene, the rest of the team is already there. âWhat do we have here?â (Y/n) asks, their eyes scanning the scene.
They were standing in the kitchen of an apartment where there was a body. It full of light wood furniture. In the center of the kitchen there was a counter, which had the sink as well as a knife stand and some drying plates and utensils.
âThis is Nancy Price, her parents started to worry when they didnât hear from her for a few days. Sheâs on a break from college for the holidays and she wasnât supposed to be at work until today. When the parents checked and heard she didnât show, they called us for a wellness check and⌠well, this is what we foundâ Jules says, gesturing at the scene. The woman on the floor is slim-figured, and looks like she is in her 20s. She is lying in a pool of blood. Her clothes are soaked in blood, her pajamas no longer white. (y/n) gets closer to the body and look over it, looking for more hints of what this unsub is like. They count the thin rips on the victimâs clothes and they find about 6 stab wounds Just by observing.
Overkill, this is a crime of passion. Probably personal. Her eyes are close, but since she is lying on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood, she was definitely killed here so itâs safe to assume she wasn't asleep when she got murdered. The killer closed her eyes, that shows mercy. That makes that even more likely this woman knows her killer.
â(Y/n), any thoughts?â The Chief asks. âWell, With the amount of stab wounds Iâd say itâs a crime of passion - possibly someone who had a personal vendetta against our victim, someone she knewâ (y/n) says, âthe person who killed her, they showed mercy at the end, you can see they closed the victimâs eyesâ they continue, their voice growing more and more confident as they go, especially once they focus their eyes on their trusted family- Shawn and Gus, who at this point of their life they considered a cousin of some sort.
There is a spot in the blood pool which is smeared, itâs close enough to the face of the victim and itâs probably where the killer rested their knee when they closed the victimâs eyes, confirming (y/n)s thoughts.
âYes, yes, I can see itâ Shawn yelps as he brings his hand to his temple and puts on his ridiculous psychic face. âThe killer closed her eyes, he was kneeling rightâŚâ he continues, waving his finger around the room and leaning his body in the direction he is pointing at as if the spirits are leading him to the point the killer stood at. He finally stops, making his way around the body and pointing at the smeared spot. âHereâ he finishes his show, using the opportunity of being closer to the body to scan it further and gather more details.
(Y/n), who followed him there, leans a bit closer to scan the body as well. They knew Shawnâs tricks, but it was a great show.
Her ring finger has a lighter strip in the shape of a ring, looks like she got a tan around the missing jewelry piece. It was either stolen or taken by the killer, or it was recently removed.
Shawn continued to look around, making sure heâs not missing anything.
The knife stand at the counter has a missing piece. By the placements and handles of the ones still there, the missing knife was one especially good for meat, and a very good murder weapon.
âThis wasnât plannedâ (y/n) says, pointing at the knife stand. âOne of these is missing, my guess is that our unsub got in a heated argument with the victim and killed herâ they explain the reasoning behind their words.
Carlton walked up to the counter, scanning the pieces. As he makes his way over there, (y/n) continues their theory.
âThat means we are dealing with an impulsive person with some serious anger problems. They regret their actions, which means theyâll display signs of distress, itâs likely theyâll avoid social interactionsâ they say, and their eyes go back to the body near them. âWe should see if we can find someone in her close circle with a history of bar fights or other violent behavior, maybe someone in an anger management programâ (y/n) suggests.
When (y/n) finishes their shirt briefing it is Carltonâs turn to contribute. âItâs missing the meat knife, itâs not a bad choice of weapon. We need to see if the stab wounds match, but weâll have to wait for the ME reportâ he says, impressed by (y/n)s contributions so far.
The light hits something under the drawers by the door to the balcony. Itâs something shiny.
âIâm seeingâŚâ Spencer starts, âan argument, uh, oh, they are yelling in my head, awâ he calls dramatically. He gets up and spins around, seeking his head as if to make the voices go away. Gus walks up to him and pulls him further from the body, making sure his friend doesnât temper with the crime scene. âTalk to me buddyâ Gus says calmly.
âOh, I am so done with you!â Shawn says in a slightly higher pitched voice. Heâs mimicking a movement of a ring removal and throws the imaginary ring to the direction of the balcony. âI hate you, I hate you-â he continues his show, then stops and then puts on a surprised look. He falls back as heâs shaking his body side to side as if heâs being stabbed over and over again. He doesnât get to finish his dramatic death scene since (y/n) is right behind him and they flick the side of his head to snap him out of the âtransâ.
Gus walks over to the drawers and rolls the stand to the side. Jules walks up to Gus and bends down to make sure her eyes donât deceive her. âGlovesâ she commends, and soon enough Mcnab hands her a pair of gloves. She kneels down and picks up a shiny gold circle with a just as shiny green stoneâ. âlooks like an engagement ring, maybe a promise ringâ Jules says, âI think we know who weâre looking forâ.
âDetective Lassiter, I want you to find out who Nancy was dating and why would she break it off with them. This person is our main suspectâ Chief says. âIâm on it, missâ Carlton says, nodding at his boss. His eyes wander to (y/n). âNice work there, newbieâ he smirks at them. âGross. Just grossâ Shawn says and shakes his body to express his disgust, âGus, we are out of hereâ.
âI canât believe Lassie is hitting on my cousin! This is basic bro code, a bro shall not hit on another broâs family memberâ Shawn sighs as they walk back to the blueberry. âShawn, you slept with my sisterâ Gus reminds him. âWell, yeah, but I did it behind your back!â Shawn justified. â-thatâs much worse than a cousin, plus, you and Lassiter arenât brosâ Gus continues with his lecture of reason. Shawn clicked his tongue,âNo, no, Gus, Lassie and I have a special bond, weâre friends in a way that is beyond your understandingâ Shawn insists, but Gus rolls his eyes as he decides to change the subject.
âWell, we need to find Nancyâs boyfriendâ Gus says, âletâs see what we can find-â. â-yes Gus, I know, already on itâ Shawn cuts him off, pulling a small notebook out of his back pocket. âShawn, what is this?â Gus asks. âThis is our victim's phone book. Or should I say phone notebookâ Shawn answers, a smirk spreading on his face at the joke he just made, even though he was the only one finding that funny. âit was by the house phone and I took itâ he finishes his explanation.
âShawn, one day you are going to get arrested for theftâ Gus says using his serious tone. âWhoâs gonna report that something is missing? A dead woman? Come on Gus, Iâm like Robin Hood, I steal for a good causeâ Shawn claims, opening the notebook and flipping through it. âSo you admit that you stole thisâ Gus replies, taking the notebook off of Shawnâs hands to look through it as well. âGus, letâs just focus on whatâs truly important - finding Nancy Drewâs murdererâ Shawn avoids the argument knowing Gus is right.
âHer name is Nancy Priceâ Gus corrects him. âYeah I thought that was weird, I mean, if it was Nancy Drew she couldâve solved her own murderâ Shawn says, putting on his thinking face. Now itâs his turn to steal the notebook off of Gus. âNo shawn, she wouldnât be able to do that, she would be deadâ Gus sighs at his friendâs way of thinking. Sometimes he wondered how a stupid man like Shawn could be so smart.
âI thinkâ Shawn says loudly, hand to his temple, âwe should start with a man namedâŚâ he stops dramatically, âMichal Smithâ. âShawn, are you serious? I am the only one hereâ Gus says, a bit annoyed. âWell Gus, you are not, there are people around us, and since we are famous now, they might recognize meâ Shawn gives a typical smart-ass reply.
It takes Gus some in-and-out breathing to ignore that and stay focused. âWell, what makes you think that Michael is the guy we are looking for?â Gus asks, and Shawn hands him the notebook opened on one of the pages.
The page had hearts all over it, and a photo of the two of them together was glued to the left corner. âOkay, looks like a good leadâ Gus agrees, and just in time they stop by his bright blue company car. âBath street, you better get your soap ready because we are coming to clean your streetsâ Shawn says as he enters the car and shuts the door after him. Gus looks at Shawn with disappointment in his eyes and his eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. As per usual, Shawn was the only one finding himself funny.
