Ok my dear Audience! I have finally gotten my Psych FF up!

I'm writing chappy two so I will be up soon, now Audience...I hope all my Psychos will not be as...ahem..violent, in trying to get me to update!
So, no pitchforks or rotten fruit!
Shawn: What are going to do to me?
Aw Shawny, don't worry, Lassie will save you...eventually. *shifty eyes*
Shawn: What! I can save myself thank you very much!
hahaHA! Not with the predicament you'll be in...I'll make sure you don't get tooscarred..*manic cackle*
Ok, bubye dearies! *runs after a fleeing Shawn*

READ ON!

"Gus, don't be a Portuguese muskrat, this'll be fun!"

Shawn bounced on the ball sof his feet as he surveyed the building they were currently standing outside of.

Gus rolled his eyes at the ridiculous exuberance emanating from his best friend.

"Shawn, every time you say 'this is gonna be fun', we always end up in some kind of dire situation!"

Shawn tilted his head,

"Touché, but still! This'll be fun!"

"Fine Shawn, but if you get caught I'm running and leaving your sorry butt behind"

Shawn sniggered and wacked Gus in the arm,

"You said "leave my butt behind"

Gus rolled his eyes yet again started walking,

"I'm serious Shawn, this is never a good idea, we have no idea if the killer is in there or not, he probably is, and just waiting for us to come in with a creepy look on his face fingering a knife or something."

"Oh cummon Gus, we're just two guys checking out an old, abandoned warehouse, we can just say we're contractors thinking about buying the building."

"Shawn, the building is scheduled to be demolished in a week."

"Point taken."

And with that Shawn started towards the building, with Gus behind him, mumbling the whole way.

This is so not a good idea, Shawns' gonna get us killed one of these days…..

Gus glanced up at the roof of the building, it was sagging, and most of the windows were broken.

"Shawn, what if this thing collapses in us? It probably will, then we'll get stuck under all the rubble and suffocate to death, I can just hear Lassiter standing over our cold dead bodies a week later after we're found shaking his head saying "I knew those two would get killed by their own stupidity"

"Gus, stop it with the pessimism, your wigging me out."

By that time they had reached the gaping doors of the warehouse, it was completely dark and cold.

Shawn and Gus pulled out there flashlights and clicked them on, the beams illuminated the dark, revealing a large space filled with crates, bundles of metal bars and slats of wood.

It looked like no one had even stepped foot in here for years.

Gus glanced over as Shawn and noticed him squinting at the space; he could tell Shawn's brain was going a thousand miles a second as his mind processed everything, taking it all in.

"Well? Is there any reason we're still here?"

"Hush Gus, your blocking my mojo with your negativity."

"Shawn, cut the crap, I'm not the Santa Barbara PD, quit acting psychic on me."

"OK fine, see those scuff marks in the layer of dust that is at least a foot thick? Someone's been here recently."

Gus looked at the floor and realized Shawn was right, there were scuff marks that looked like shoe prints.

"Gus, go call Lassiter, I think we found where out killer is hiding."

"I'm not leaving you here alone Shawn, you're a complete trouble magnet. For all I know the moment I walk out that door the killer is gonna jump out, grab you and kill you."

"Dude, just go call Lassie, I wanna look around some more. They may be more evidence."

"Fine Shawn, but if I come back and all I find is your dead body I'm gonna kick it and say I told you so"

Shawn looked over at Gus and shook his head,

"Harsh dude, really harsh."

Gus just shook his head and retreated to the car, holding up his cell phone he started looking for a signal. Finally finding one he dialed Detective Lassiter, preparing himself for the annoying verbal abuse he would receive when Lassiter found out what they had done.

Probably something along the lines of "What did you idiots think you where doing? You could have contaminated the evidence with your filthy little hands and Shawn's annoying habit of touching everything!

Gus cringed at the thought as he waited for Lassiter to pick up.

Hhmm, so our killer was definitely here. Ah, a door! Let's go see what's inside.

You know you really should just go back to the car with Gus and wait for Lassiter…

Yeah, I could, but where would be the fun in that? Besides, now I'll get a chance to rub it in Lassie's face when he finds out I found where the killers been hiding.

Shawn smirked to himself and slowly opened the door, as the light from his flashlight lit up the contents of the room he paled slightly,

Ok, ya know what, maybe I will just go to the car after all…

Shawn backed up from the open door and turned around. And with a flash of lights his vision went black as a heavy object slammed into his head. The last thing he thought was,

Gus is never going to let me live this down.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Poor Shawny really should have listened to Gus, who we all know is the wisest of the two, albeit the more creepy, but definitely the wiser on the whole 'trouble' department...
Ok then Audience! I hope you are waiting in anticipation if the next chapter, which will be longer than this one!
This one is short enough that I punched myself in the face for you guys... shameful really...

Shawn: Dude, you are really starting to creep me out...

Heeheehee, really? aaww, how sweet!

Gus: Shawn! Why am I tied to this chair!

Shawn: Why amItied to this chair!

Boys boys boys, please stop interrupting my spiel or I will have to gag you both.

Shawn and Gus: *wide eyes and shutting up*

*smiles sweetly*
Until next chappy dearies!