Author's note: This is my very first Psych fic ever. I hope I don't disappoint. I am including two original characters that I usually incorporate into fictions that I write. Sterling and Sykes. I got their intros out of the way in this chapter. I would love to hear what you all think of this. This is my first Psych fic. I'm a little nervous.

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PYRO

Chapter 1

Special agent Jim Sterling could hardly look at himself. It was hard for him to be believe the scruffy and red eyed man staring at him from the bathroom window was really a crack FBI agent. He rubbed his temples as they started to ache again. Don't lose it, Jim, thought Sterling to himself. He nearly jumped out of his skin as the bathroom door opened. His partner, Holly Price, couldn't help but chuckle.

"A little jumpy, Jimmy?" asked Holly as she shut the door.

"Yeah, this is only the night I've been waiting for since we first started working together," explained Sterling as he splashed some water on his face. Price sighed.

"Jim, in two hours Derek Sykes will be dead and you'll have your justice," reminded Price as she straightened Sterling's tie. Sterling nodded.

"I can't wait," he growled, fury boiling up inside of him. He had waited too long for this. Too long. Tonight it ended.

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"Turn right up here," ordered Shawn Spencer as he continued to look through the map of North Carolina. Gus rolled his eyes as he made the turn.

"Thanks, Shawn. I didn't see the big old Asheville Turn Right sign back there," snapped Gus. Shawn lowered the map.

"I am just trying to help," defended Shawn.

"Like you helped when you got us lost in Missouri?" asked Gus.

"Hey, the New Jersey map looked a lot like that one," exclaimed Shawn. Gus shook his head as he focused on the road.

"I can't believe I'm here," he muttered.

"Where? In this car?" asked Shawn.

"No. Going to this convention. Why'd you agree to do this?" asked Gus.

"I'm a psychic and this is a psychic convention," explained Shawn for the hundredth time.

"But you're not a psychic. And I think other psychics are going to figure that out," argued Gus as he merged to the right.

"Look I need to keep this image of psychic going. This convention helps with that image," reminded Shawn. "This is a good thing."

"Whatever, Shawn," muttered Gus. He turned on the radio so he wouldn't have to argue anymore.

"Tonight is the night justice will be served. Infamous serial killer Derek Sykes will be put to death finally after sitting on death row for a year. Sykes was convicted of fourteen brutal murders in the Asheville area." Shawn turned the volume down.

"Why do I know that name?" asked Shawn.

"Derek Sykes. The Pyro. He killed fourteen people and set their bodies on fire. Took years for the FBI to catch him," explained Gus.

"Ah right. Man, that gives me the willies," muttered Shawn, shaking a little.

"Sykes is a monster. Eight different psychologists tried to get into his head. He sent one into therapy," explained Gus. "He's the definition of evil."

"You know this how?" asked Shawn, getting a little creeped out.

"I was bored one day and got lost in Google," replied Gus. Shawn nodded knowingly as he and Gus continued to drive towards their hotel. Or at least try to find it.

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"Transport ready for prisoner!" Sterling listened intently as the warden explained everything. Price turned towards him.

"So we brought him to this jail in the city so Dr. Woo could question him? And now he's being taken back to the maximum security prison for execution?" asked Price. Sterling shrugged.

"As long as the needle goes into his arm I could care less," exclaimed Sterling.

"You can be so morbid," growled Price with a sigh. Sterling gave her a dirty look. They both looked up as Dr. Nelson Woo came strolling out of a back room. His face was sheet white.

"Prisoner is waiting for you, warden," announced Woo as he stood next to Sterling and Price. They were standing near the entrance to the parking lot, where a prison van was waiting to take Derek Sykes to his fate. Warden Fulton left with two guards to go get Sykes.

"He's ready to face death. He still gives me the creeps too," explained Woo as Sterling and Price looked at him.

"Did he say anything about finding the last body?" asked Sterling. Woo shook his head.

"Nope. He could care less about it," replied Woo.

"We'll find it, Jim. We know all his dumping grounds. We just need to expand the search," offered Price. Before Sterling could reply, Fulton and the guards returned with a man in an orange prison jumpsuit. Sterling narrowed his eyes as Derek Sykes smiled at him.

"Oh I am so glad you came out, Jimmy," exclaimed Sykes as he approached.

"The pleasure is all mine, Derek," replied Sterling. Sykes grinned.

"Come to wish me luck?" he asked, winking at Price. Price gagged and forced back some bile that came up.

"Nope. Came to make sure you got what was coming to you," explained Sterling with a grin. Sykes narrowed his eyes.

"The game is far from over, Jimmy. In fact, it's just beginning," growled Sykes.

"That's enough. Get this creep to the van," ordered Fulton. Sykes never let his eyes off Sterling as he was led to his awaiting transportation. Price and Woo seemed relieved that at last Derek Sykes was being taken care of. But Sterling couldn't get Sykes last words out of his mind. And little did he know, that Sykes game was in fact, just beginning.