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A/N: My best friend's not really a crazy, kleptomaniac. We just thought it would be funny.
Chapter 4: Alicia's wild ride/Where's Lassie?
Alicia cruised down the highway, jamming along to her iPod. The blond hair in her wig blowing in the wind. The bike weaving back and forth seen as this was the first time she'd driven one before. The bag of food teetering on the back.
She made it back to the hotel in one piece. She failed however, to succeed in bringing the food back seen as it fell off the back of the bike while she was doing doughnuts in an empty parking lot. She also failed to park Shawn's bike in an appropriate spot. She walked into the hotel, grinning happily. Shawn came up to her.
"The keys. Hand them over." Shawn said wiggling his fingers in front of her face. She tossed them to Shawn, who caught them one handed. Shawn looked out the window. "What the hell? Where'd you park my bike?"
"Over there." Shawn followed her finger. His jaw dropped. We looked to see where she pointed.
The delicate piece of machinery, that Shawn loved so much, sometimes more then life itself but not as much as he loved Jules, lay on it's side in a bush.
"You parked my bike in a bush? Why would you park my bike in a bush? Do you even have any idea how to ride a bike?" Shawn yelled.
"Ok. Your yelling." I said. "Yelling is not going to help. No she doesn't know how to ride a bike. I'm pretty sure that much is clear. And at least she made it back in one piece. She's fine. The bike's fine. She just needs to work on parking. Besides shouldn't we be more concerned that Lassiter hasn't come back yet?"
"Your right. I'm sorry. And I wouldn't worry about Lassie. He's a cop. I'm sure he's fine."
"Jules was a cop."
"Point taken." Shawn said. "Perhaps we should check his hotel room." We followed Shawn up the five flights of stairs.
"Tell me again why we didn't take the elevator?" Gus asked panting.
"Don't be ridiculous Gus." Shawn said out of breath. "This way is entirely faster."
"I'd listen to him Gus." I said passing them both on the stairs. I turned to look at them. "C'mon guys, this is nothing."
"Did she just challenge us?"
"I think so."
"Oh it's on now." Gus said getting a second wind. They raced up the stairs like children and collapsed on the floor at the top. I skipped by.
"How the hell did we get beat by a girl?" Gus asked.
"Fire drills. I have to walk up six flights of stairs to get back to my room at school." I helped them up. We proceeded to Lassiter's room.
The door looked like it was kicked in. We entered cautiously. Shawn surveyed the room and let us in on the damage that was done.
"Looks like there was a struggle. Lassie fought well but failed. He was dragged out by his feet. I believe that Lassie was kidnapped and that it may be connected to the others."
"You got all that from surveying the room?" Matt asked.
"Yes. The spirits concur with my theories."
"Okay but why would anybody kidnap two cops?" Alicia asked.
"I don't know." Gus said.
"I think I may have an idea." I said picking up a piece of paper. It had Shawn's name scrawled across the outside. I unfolded it and read it to the group. "Dear Psychic, Congratulations! Your head detective has joined the blond in missing person land. I trust you'll figure out what's going on soon enough."
"Okay. So apparently however this person is has something against Shawn." Alicia said.
"Why?"
"Someone you throw in jail?" I said looking at the group. "Wait a second. Where is Nick?"