I welcome you to my first Psych fanfiction! I would like to let you know that if I owned this, then that would be awesome! Commence reading fellow fanfictioners .

Abducted: Chapter 1

Lassiter's PoV

Getting myself abducted was not how I wanted to start off my weekend. But, here I was sitting in someone's dingy basement just because I knocked on the door.

I was on my out of the station, when the chief stopped me. She wanted me to go check out a tip she had just received about a house that was located near a heavily wooded area, where there were no surrounding houses. I was currently working on a missing person's case, and this house sounded like prime kidnapper-hang-out-territory. The chief told me to call her if the tip proved to be of any worth.

I arrived at the house and crept up the walkway while removing my gun from its holster. I pounded on the door while hollering "SBPD OPEN UP!" The door never opened. Instead I was grabbed from behind, disarmed, drugged. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up I had no hand cuffs, no phone, and I was in a basement with no help coming soon.

This is just great, I thought to myself. I decided I wasn't doing myself any good by dwelling on the fact that I was stuck down here. I, instead, decided to waste time by recreating the events in my missing person's case.

My missing person was last seen exiting from a smoothie shop that was located near the pier. He was kidnapped in broad daylight and no one heard or saw a struggle. His motor cycle and phone were found in a junk yard a few days later. Both devices were in working condition.

The only good lead I'd gotten was the recent tip the chief had received. The caller said that normally when she drove by the house it looked deserted, but today the lights had been turned on. She stopped, only to drive away a second later when she heard someone scream. She had described the scream as pain filled and agonizing.

I think that call was a load of crap since I'm sitting in that very house and I don't hear a thing!

I mentally groaned and stared blankly at the wall. I was tired of sitting. So, since my captors either forgot or didn't want to use any type of restraint on me, I soon found myself exploring my surroundings.

It was a decent sized basement. There were about two dozen empty crates stacked up at the bottom of the stairs, and the walls were made of cement, which made the environment even colder. There was a single, flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. On the far side wall, there was a broken radiator.

I walked around the perimeter of the room, running my hand along the smooth surface, searching for some kind of door or opening. The walls were clean, the door at the top of the stairs was bolted shut, and the windows were barred. It looked like I was going to be stuck here for the weekend.

While I was making my way across the room, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I cautiously made my way over to the center of the room and found a lump. The lump turned out to be a person. He was wearing week-old clothes and when I rolled him over my eyes widened in surprise. It was my missing person, Shawn Spencer.

I stood there for a moment in complete disarray. But, my cop instincts soon kicked in. As much as I wanted to leave him in the middle of the room, I knew I couldn't. I did a quick scan of the room. Analyzing each spot I glanced at. I then decided the safest spot was the far wall.

I carefully dragged Shawn over to the radiator.

The next step I took was a quick inventory of Spencer's visible injuries. His face was stark white covered with multiple scratches and black and blue bruises. From the sound of his strained breathing I could tell he had a few broken ribs. I was sure there were more injuries that I couldn't see at that moment. I'd have to ask Spencer when he woke up.

I sat next to his feet. He looked so vulnerable and peaceful as he slept. I didn't realize how young he actually was until this moment in time. Along with this realization I discovered had a strange urge to protect him. Even though he was extremely annoying, he was still a civilian. And it was my duty to protect civilians.

At some point, I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was the door opening and someone coming down the rickety stairs, they creaked with each step. I saw the silhouette of a man. Then I did something I will forever regret.

I stood up and yelled, "I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU WANT WITH SHAWN SPENCER!"

Suddenly, water bottles and mini cereal boxes came whizzing by me. I heard a faint groan come from Spencer's direction. Okay. That's it, I thought. I marched up to the base of the stairs and found my guy standing four steps above me.
He was huge! He was at least six feet tall with a broad chest and meaty hands. His eyes were practically screaming 'arrest me. I murdered someone.' He had whisps of black hair on his head.

This is when I started to regret my decision to confront him. I regretted it even more when something slammed into my chest. The force of the blow sent me flying backwards into the crates. My world went black before I hit the ground.

My senses came back to me slowly. The first thing I felt was pain. White, hot pain. I swear that my ribs were on fire. They burned with every breath I took. I would have gone back to a pain-free world of darkness, except something kept ramming into my shoulder. Over and over again. An attempt to roll away ended in an unwanted groan escaping from my lips.

"LASSIE!"

Oh, boy my day just got better, Spencer's awake.

I hope you enjoyed! There's more to come, soon I hope. See the speech bubble at the bottom of the page? Click it and see what happens!