Hello, this is my latest Shorty or Short Story the chapters are all really short rather than putting a horizontal rule between them. Oh well, it's all there either way.
I also realize that I have another story that is unfinished but I still planning on finishing it so don't worry crazy people who want stories done, it is going, slowly but going.
I don't own Psych or any of it's characters, just so you know. If I did own it I would have made an I-touch Psych case rather than just an I-phone one
I sat examining and writing up the report for the newest case. I didn't mind writing reports…although it wasn't my favorite thing to do, the thing that really peeved me about writing these reports were the ones where I had to write anything about psychics. It just seemed like a joke, a ridiculous joke. Shawn Spencer, the department psychic, pfft.
Finishing the report, I tossed it onto the Chief's desk and proceeded back to my own. "Spencer, out," I growled, as I noticed he occupied my now vacant seat.
"Oh come on Lassie," he smirked happily. Why did he always have to call me that? It was demeaning to be called by a dog's name.
"Out Spencer," I repeated, getting annoyed.
"You're no fun," the psychic smirked, standing from my seat before meandering over to Chief Vick's office and disappearing inside. I knew that he would be trying to weasel his way into another case but I had given up trying to fight him. Instead I sat back behind my desk and watched Shawn and Gus scatter around in the Chief's office through her window. Well at least they were gone.
"Detective Lassiter," Chief Vick called from her office with Shawn's head sneaking up from behind Karen's shoulder. I noticed myself grumble and walked to the office.
"So Lassie, we've got the case," Shawn smiled.
"What case?" I asked confused, "I didn't know anything about a case."
"Well you do now," Chief Vick replied, handing me the file. I spotted Spencer attempting to sneak a peek over my shoulder so I passive aggressively moved the file out of his line of vision. He retreated with a lost puppy dog look.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" the Chief snarled before turning back into her office and shutting the door behind her.