I'm back already. I know you missed me. I actually had this already written when I posted the other one, but I was having computer issues and couldn't get it up until now.
It's the last chapter! Oh gee wiz! Well, I tried to punish Lassie for his evil deeds. I guess we'll see if it worked or not…
"Mr. Spencer, you know what I have to do," said the Chief. Shawn gulped nervously.
"Chief, he –" Shawn started but the Chief held up a hand to stop him.
"I have to have this tape, uh, analyzed to make sure it's really your voice," the Chief said. She took the tape recorder from Lassiter, opened the slot, and took out the tape. "Oops," she said as she dropped the tape on the floor. She stomped her foot on the tape on the ground, crushing it into tiny pieces. "Oops again." Everyone stared at the Chief in disbelief. Shawn chose to speak up first.
"Chief, er, why did you do that?" he asked nervously.
"Do what?" the Chief asked, sounding like she genuinely didn't know what he was talking about.
"'Do what?'" Lassiter repeated, shocked. "I had evidence that Spencer isn't a psychic, and now it's gone!"
"What evidence?" the Chief asked. "Lassiter, if you're done having delusions, you need to get back to work." Lassiter blinked in disbelief.
"But – he, he's not…"
"Lassiter, back to work!" the Chief ordered. Lassiter paused, then walked out of the office.
"Chief… that was nice," said the now beaming Shawn.
"What did I tell you?" the Chief scolded. "Next time someone finds proof, it might not be as easy to get rid of."
"Huh?" Shawn said, now confused.
"Let me make this quite clear," said the Chief, standing right in front of Shawn. She spoke slowly, as if she were speaking to a very stupid person. "You are good. You solve a lot of crimes. We don't want to loose you, or put you in jail. Don't let anyone else find out you're not a psychic."
"I am a psychic," said Shawn, smiling. The Chief didn't look amused. She left the office without saying anything else, leaving Shawn and Juliet alone. Shawn looked at her. "Well?"
"Well?" she repeated. "You were never a psychic? Never?"
"Well, there was that one time… no, wait, that was Gus. Nope, never psychic," he said.
She smiled. "Then how do you do it?"
"I'll let you figure it out. You're the detective, I'm just playing psychic."
"Okay, 'psychic,'" she said jokingly, "if you're so smart, who robbed Mr. Willson?"
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. "Actually, I don't know. I need to look at the file some more. Want to come?"
"Okay," she said. They walked out of the Chief's office and over to her desk. Shawn looked at the file with Juliet for about thirty seconds before slamming his hand on the desk.
"The store manager did it!"
Juliet looked at him. "How'd you do that?"
Shawn smiled. "Not telling," he said playfully as he walked to the front doors of the station.
"Shawn!" Juliet called after him. "You're paying for the big cookie next time!"
It ended. Wow, this was pretty successful. Thirty-six reviews (at the time I updated). So Lassie was punished. I think he'll think about it before he's evil again. Please tell me your thoughts about the last chapter, and the story overall. Also, I have absolutely NO IDEA what my next story will be… Thanks for reading everyone!
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