Synopsis: Sequel to "I am a Detective!" With a nearly impossible case, Lassiter goes to Shawn for help hoping to use his photographic memory to help solve the case.
So I'd been planning on writing a second one and have had this half done for a while so I decided to finish it...there's also a third in the works currently with a crossover with Leverage...I'll let you know when that's out through here
Psychic Detective Shawn Spencer sat comfortably in Head Detective Carlton Lassiter's chair, a bean burrito beside him on a cocktail napkin ready for consumption. Even with Lassiter knowing how brilliant Shawn really was, the idea that Shawn would be sitting in the detective's chair would be appalling. But that didn't seem to deter Shawn as he continued to go through case after case, placing an oily yellow post-it with the culprit's name on each manila folder. It had been dull waiting around for Gus to come back from some Pharmaceutical conference in Pasadena and without his Tonto; Shawn has been having a hard time entertaining himself.
Moving the burrito from the napkin to his mouth he observed the other end as it dropped burrito innards onto the detective's desk. Apparently it wasn't wrapped very well, Shawn analyzed, deciding to blame Romanti-Ezer and not himself for ruining the case folders he had yet to solve.
"Spencer," Lassiter shouted annoyed as his head popped out from inside the Chief's office, his eyes narrowed. Even if Carlton and Shawn had come to an understanding over the last two months with regards to Shawn not being psychic, it didn't make it okay for the boy to sit at his desk.
"Oh, hey Lassie," Shawn replied, standing from the chair, moving the remaining burrito to the trash can, and sliding the file folders into the half-open drawer and away from Juliet and Chief Vick who were just now coming from her office. He was happy that the computer monitor blocked the view of the desk surface from Vick's doorway.
"Mr. Spencer?" Chief Vick questioned, "You aren't using police resources are you?" He knew she was referring to the computer in front of him but technically Juliet was a police resource.
However, Shawn simply shook his head no and proceeded toward the group before turning and placing a hand to his head, "I'm sensing that you have a case but you don't want my help?"
"Well…" Juliet began, shrugging her shoulders, "It's not that we don't want your help…it's just…"
"Detective Lassiter has been solving quite a few cases lately; we'll call you if we need you," Karen interrupted.
Shawn glanced at Lassiter who shrugged sympathetically. Shawn knew he'd be able to weasel his way into the case with Lassie's help but…
"SPENCER," he yelled annoyed, noticing the burrito fragments all over his paper work as he made it to his desk.
"Think of it as a snack for later," Shawn joked with a smile.
"Out, I want you out of the station…now!" Lassiter hollered, pushing him toward the station door.
"So about me being on the case?" Shawn began just before he was shoved out the front doors.
"Stop solving my cases for me," Carlton sighed, dropping his arms to his sides, exasperated.
"Is that why they're not hiring me?" he questioned aloud.
"Geez, Guster isn't here and you lose all sense?" Carlton questioned curiously.
"How about you don't solve it and let me get hired on it," Shawn suggested.
"And make me look like an idiot…again. No, I'm sorry but…"
"Oh you know you get a kick out of this," Shawn smirked, striking his classic psychic pose.
Carlton rolled his eyes, "Well if you want to get on the case, then do it yourself but don't solve cases for me anymore it makes me feel like I can't do it myself."
"Aww, I'm sorry Lassie," Shawn smiled, patting his shoulder affectionately.
"Oh shut up Spencer," Carlton grumbled, shaking his arm off before heading back into the station.
"Wait," Shawn shouted. Lassiter turned, glaring. "What's the case…I need to know what it is so I get on it."
"Your psychic," Lassiter mocked with a sarcastic smile, "You figure it out."