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!!!3!!! The memory traumatized, gore-filled, twisted serial killer, misterious past !!!

Shawn: Are you suuuure you know were you're going with this?

Me: Hey! I resent that!

Shawn: Well! I'm not the one who got stuck writing a story mid way!

Me: Uhh...

Gus: Aaand, you still haven't continued your first story.

Me: Ahhh uhmm! ROLL THE FILM!!!

Gus and Shawn: We're not on T.V.

Me: WHATEVER! JUST ROLL PRONOUNS AND ADJECTIVES!!! *hides under bed*

"What's a ten letter word for murder?"

A psych fanfiction

January 17, New York, 2005

The storm made the night cold and eerie as a man hidden in the shadows placed his badge and gun in the desk. The Chief uncrossed his hands and extended them towards the man. His eyes pleading and sorrowful, he said

"Kid, are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely" Said the man, smiling.

"You do realize that it wasn't your fault. She died because that bastard killed her, not because you were slow. You're one of the best to come across this station. Couldn't you recon--"

"Harry, I appreciate what you're trying to do. Really, I do!" said the man jokingly. But his face fell as he continued talking "But, I can't stay here anymore. Everything here reminds me of what happened. I just have to get out."

The Chief sighed at this, crossing his arms and said jokingly "Well, even though my station will be a lot quieter without you here, you'll be surely missed." The man smirked at this and replied mischievously,

"Thanks! But I wouldn't count on things staying quiet! I did teach my partner after all" The Chief smiled and stood up, taking the badge and extending it towards the man saying

"Here, keep it." The man was taken aback by this.

"Chief, I--"The man said stuttering before being interrupted.

"I'll have none of that boy! You're goanna keep it and that's that!" The Chief stated forcefully startling the man.

"But, why?" The man asked.

"To remind you that wherever you may be in the future, you will always have your family in blue here in New York. So don't you forget about us, ok?"

"T-thank you sir! But you know that's not goanna happen soon!" The man answered happily. The Chief walked from behind his desk and stretched out his hand to the man saying.

"Good luck, Spencer." At this, the figured walked forward showing Shawn Spencer face, smiling happily and grasping the Chiefs hand. As he puts his hands in his pockets, stroking the lone diamond ring within it, his smile somewhat dejected and said,

"Always have sir!" Taking the badge with him, as he started walking out of the precinct he thought,

"Or at least, used to have"

TBC...

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