Title: What Should Have Happened in 'Mr. Yin Presents'

Author: Basset

Rating: K+

Pairings: Shassie (Shawn/Lassie)

Warnings: Spoilers for 'Mr. Yin Presents'

Summary: A Shassie alternative to 'Mr. Yin Presents' where Lassie is stuck under the pier.

Author's Note: I think this is my calling in life, rewriting Psych scenes with Shassie. Well, if it is, I hope I'm good at it. And I just realized, I'm so creative with titles and summaries.
I sure seem to like making Lassie suffer, first he thinks he's dying because of Thornburg, and now he's kidnapped by a lunatic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, though I wish I did.

At The Parking Garage -Lassiter's POV-

I really wasn't entirely sure why everyone had chosen me to go pick up Spencer's girlfriend. I had never shown anything even remotely close to friendship towards her, but the chief had insisted that she was most likely to be targeted by Yin and needed a competent police escort. If there was one thing that I could do, it was escort people. And shoot things, but that was beside the point.

"How was Uganda?" I asked, not really caring, as I carried the teacher's bags to the trunk of my car.

Ms. Lytar smiled briefly at me and I didn't return it. "It was rich, compelling, a must see. What is this about Detective?" I rolled my eyes, not impressed by her sarcasm. My charge didn't seem to notice my disdain for her as she continued to smile at me.

"I'm not at liberty to say. I'm just here to make sure you get home in one piece." 'Or in lots of little pieces' I added in my head. The image of presenting Ms. Lytar's diced up body in a garbage bag to Spencer brought a smile to my face. But no, I couldn't do that. That would be illegal.

The kindergarten teacher sighed and followed me to the side door of my car. "Why wouldn't I be? This is ridiculous. I am beyond jet-legged, just tell me what's going on."

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I closed her door. "Please Ms. Lytar, just shut up and follow my orders." She rolled her eyes and leaned back in the seat, obviously upset.

Smiling to myself that I had successfully shut her up, I didn't notice someone creep up behind me until it was to late. I felt a sharp pain course though my body as someone stabbed a needle in my neck. Grunting, I fell forward, unable to stop myself.

This was just great. I heard Spencer's girl shrieking in the distance, but felt to tired to do anything about it. Wait; wasn't I supposed to be doing something? Protect someone?

Darkness was starting to cloud my vision as I finally remembered what I was supposed to do. "Ugh, Spencer's going to kill me." I muttered before closing my eyes.

At The Police Station -Shawn's POV-

I paced all around the Chief's office, impatiently waiting for Lassiter to call me. He had promised he would be in contact the minute Abigail stepped off the plane, so what was wrong? Of course I thought Lassie was a very competent police officer (though maybe not detective), but I still felt uneasy.

The minute my phone rang, I jumped and quickly grabbed it, and letting out a large breath I had been unaware that I had been holding. "It's Lassiter." I told everyone as I answered it. "Hey Lassie. How's Abs doing?" I asked, barely containing my grin. Everything was going to turn out okay.

"Hello Shawn. I have good news and bad news." The grin slid off of my face and my hand started shaking so hard I nearly dropped my phone. He... he had Lassie's phone, which most likely meant that he had Lassie.

I quickly put my iPhone on speaker and set it in the middle of the table, still very much visibly shaken. I hadn't thought for a second that Lassiter would be targeted. Sure, I was completely and totally in love with the man, but I hadn't thought it was so obvious that a serial killer would take advantage of it. No one else in the department knew, right?

Yin continued, sounding as though he was thoroughly enjoying this, "The goods news is that your lady detective friend is still very much alive. The bad news, for you anyway, is that I have now met your current object of affection. He sure is a feisty one, isn't he? Nearly took my eye out when he woke up. I understand your predicament. They're both so you. But it isn't nice to be playing with both of their heartstrings Shawn. So I'm doing you a favor here by forcing you to choose." How could anyone be so sick as to think messing with people's emotions was fun? Yang had been right, this guy was much worse.

"Choose?" I managed to croak out. My voice seemed to have been lost from the shock of learning that my little Lassie's life was in danger.

A chuckle came from the other end of the phone as Yin once again spoke. "Yes Shawn. Who do you care more about? Because you can't save them both."

My brain finally clicked into action mode and I reached for my phone, yelling as loud as I could. "Wait! Is Abigail okay? What have you done with her?"

All that answered my question was a very sinister laugh and a click.

Extended Author's Note: So, at the end of Lassie's part he still thinks that Yin is going for Abigail, so that's why he said that Shawn was going to kill him. Just thought I should clear that up.

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