*walks into police station*

Hello? Is anyone here?

(ooc: has everyone moved over to psych_rpg?)

*changes shirt for the second time, adds jacket* Juliet likes blue, Juliet gets blue. *looks in mirror and spends time buttoning and unbuttoning top two buttons trying to decide if he should wear a tie*

What the hell. It's not a date anyway. *puts wallet into back pocket and leaves the bedroom without tie on*

*comes back into the bedroom* Not a date. *buttons up and puts on a tie* Gonna be late. Damn it. *grabs flowers, leaves house and gets in truck, drives to Coma Aquí*

*sits in the parking lot too long, looks in the rearview mirror, takes off tie and puts it in his pocket* Damn it!

*picks up flowers and walks into restaurant to look for Juliet*

Okay, the Animal Liberation Front was a total bust. Got records, yet no mention of any of the zoo employees. But, I did get the records, which means my skills are not slipping. Shall have to tell Lassiter this, that jerk.

*yawns* That took longer than I was expecting. I need to go home, sleep for a few hours, and try to figure out what I'm missing before Lassiter does and wins the damn bet.

*gets on bike, drives home* *gets inside, tosses keys on counter* *puts on some Ben Folds Five and relaxes, kicking off shoes and pants, lays out on couch, playing the air-piano*

*sneezes*

I feel horrible. Who knew that September colds were suddenly all the rage? Called in sick to work and will get the hassles later, for now I'm gonna go lie down and maybe make some chicken noodle soup.

I can't seem to find Little Boy Cat, but that could be thanks to my fuzzy-brained state. He's probably around here somewhere.

*sits in cafe across from zoo*

I have a list of evidence. But since I skipped out on witnesses, no one will talk to me. I'm not used to this. My pretty charms and charisma aren't getting people to slip precious secrets to me.

*taps pen on table loudly*

*pages Lassiter* ok, cant do case without some witness reports. take lunch break at cafe near zoo?

*spends day puttering around the house- changing the smoke alarm batteries, touching up the trim around the windows, cleaning out the garage, reorganizing closets*

*doesn't spend time thinking about non-date with Juliet*

*considers calling the Kingfisher to take the boat out a few hours, but he's still on duty*

*considers calling poker buddies but only Frank Magee is available and he's got a tell a mile wide and shooting fish in a barrel isn't worth it*

*wonders how many Romeo and Juliet jokes he'll have to endure until Shawn gets tired of them*

*considers opening a bait and tackle shop, but really doesn't want to smell like fish all the time*

*hates free time*

*puts on sweats and goes to the gym- the one all the cops use*

*holding a hazelnut coffee in one hand, texting with the other*

To: BURTON GUSTER
From: SHAWNIE

we r on da zoo case. 500 ninos dr, cross from the fancy hotel. will b just us n about 10 SBPD ppl. most exhibts still open to preserve the crime scene. MONKIES!
get over here as soon as u can.

*sends message* *snaps phone shut and tucks it away*

*bounds up to the information center, where SBPD has set up* *sees Lassiter briefing people*

*grins and leans against back wall, listening*

*ubervisions the room, picking up bits of information and such*

*walks up to Interim Chief's Office and knocks on the door.*

Stopping in at the station to see how bad a mess of things Shawn is making here. Not here wondering what's going on because I miss the job or any job for that matter. Also, here to see Karen and say congratulations.

*looks across the bull pen to Juliet O'Hara's desk*

Made a plan for dinner with Det. O'Hara, but it's not a date because she'd far too young for me. *takes off hat and smoothes hand over top of head* And she wouldn't be interested in me. *puts hat back on* She's just new in town and looking for a friendly face.

*wonders what he ought to wear for dinner*

Well. Life is interesting nowadays. I'm gonna get bruises from being slammed into walls so often.

*coughs*


The Satanic CD Player has struck again. I have the SoaP soundtrack now. Anyone interested? I can burn copies if the Satanic Dell PC in the office feels generous today. They may turn into equine porn though. You never know.

Maybe I should do something about all the possessed office equipment. I've lost, like, $100 worth of stuff already. *ponders*


Am shooting to get on the zoo case. Never been to a zoo. Gus, you wanna come along? They'll be animals and junk food and stuff. I think. Some uber-rare hummingbird's been snatched. Or it flew away. God forbid people consider that chance that maybe a bird used it's natural ability of flight and left.

Also, Gus, check you email. Have sent you a Snakes on a Plane carepackage to keep you occupied at work. Try not to be too obvious when rocking out to it.


Oooh, it's lunchtime and it's around the time the SBPD sends out for food. Maybe I'll wander over there and look pretty until someone feeds me. Julie might. She's a sucker for me fluttering my eyelashes.

*picks up a hazelnut three-cream-four-sugar coffee on the way, just in case*

*steps on to the firing range*

*lines the target up*

This had better be worth it Spencer, I swear to God -*shoots*- I told myself I wasn't going to get into this. Wasn't going to let this happen. *shoots* But I've never been very good at saying no, have I?

It's not going to end well. I know that, he knows that.

*shoots*

And yet, here I am anyway, taking him on a - God forbid - a date. Psychic Boy. Shawn - lying manipulating happy go lucky ignore whatever authority tells me to do - Spencer.

*pauses*

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

[note left in the top drawer of Lassiter's desk]

To my one tru luv,

I have the photo. It came out great- and by 'great', I mean 'hilariously embarrassing'. I may be open to minor bribery to keep it locked up in a password-protected folder on my computer. Or I may be heavily bribed into deleting it forever.

Let me know, sweetie.

Sincerely yours,
Your pretty girlfriend

*sits on the SBPD patio, stirring a latte*

My apartment looks like a tornado went through it. Pillows are slashed, dishes are on the floor, my dvd collection is all over. I can't tell if anything is missing.

To top it off, Shawn isn't answering his phone. I don't know what to do. I've already called the police and they said not to touch anything. I can't even put my Eddie Izzard dvds back in order.

I need new locks or something. This is the second time my house has been violated. Something needs to be done. A MAN'S DOMAN SHOULD NOT BE ENTERED WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION.

Damn it, Shawn, where are you?

Wow, I've been pretty busy lately.

The Chief has decided that I should be her baby's watcher while she's at work. (I told her to get a real nanny) I haven't been able to do actual cases since then because no one else can be suckered persuaded to watch the baby.

She is cute, though. Maybe in a few years I'll have one of my own...if I ever find someone. Maybe I'll take Shawn's offer of owing him back and trick him into knocking me up...It would be a cute kid.

Man, I feel alone...and the baby is sitting in her little bassinet on my desk beside me.

Wait a minute...why are my trolls gone? Shawn, I'm going to get you for this!

*hops up on table* Mew, mew, mew. *sees fly* Mrrr mrrr prrr hhhhhhhhht!

*chases* *catches* *lets go*

*Lassiter walks in*

FFFT! FFFFFT! FFFFT!

*glares* *looks up and down* *decides he's okay...for now* Mrrr mrrrrrrrrr. *pokes hand with nose* Brrrr?

*is reluctantly petted*

Purrrrrrrrrrrr.

Well, that was interesting. Though I keep finding sand in impossible places on my body. That really fine, white sand that's hard to get off too. *brushes at arm some*

But, anyway. Have made a deal with Lassiter. He's rather certain I'm not a psychic and is bitchy at me when I lie. So, after making it clear to him that this is between him and I and that Gus is not to be involved, I swore to him I'd stop lying if he'd stop being a jackass and let me work cases.

Which means I get to work with being bodily hauled away from crime scenes, which will be nice.

So, am listening to Gus's Styx CD, which I finally found under the sofa in my apartment. I'll give it to him after work. It's my day to do some office hours. Have brought battery-powered CD player for this purpose. So far, "Best of the Styx" is still "Best of the Styx".

Ooh, love this part! "Now, I'm a jet-fueled genius, I can solve the world's problems without even trying. I've got dozens of friends and the fun never ends- that is, as long as I'm buying!" *dances on the chair a bit*

*looks at clock* Lunchtime. I need some sandwiches and a milkshake from the cafe on Pine. Cause, ya know, their milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. (Sorry, couldn't resist.)

Aaaaaand I can't find my keys. Damnit.

I should be happy. I solved another case and got Gus hopped up on caffeine for a few laughs.

How I got from there to here, I have no idea. *puts head down on desk*

-Later-

Gus is gonna kill me.

*puts a unmarked envelope in Lassiter's mailbox, containing $1600 in cash and a note saying "I'm not noble like you are."*

I need a drink. I'm heading to the bar on 13th if anyone needs me. The one that lets you sit on the beach with your beer.

Goddamnit.

Shawn Spencer apparently saved the day again (I, personally, don't believe it. Though I'll grant that he did well finding the kidnapper. Not that it was that hard, from what O'Hara's told me it was a fairly straight forward comic book imitation. Easy.) And now I'm getting flak about...*ahem* "fainting". I'll have it be known that I did not faint. Do you hear me? No fainting occurred. The floor had just been mopped recently and I was simply overcome by fatigue. I have been under a great deal of stress lately, what with...personal matters. Plus, helping introduce another human being into this world is not as easy as it looks. Not that I was doing much of the work, mind, but the Interim Chief has a grip like a vice. My fingers are still stinging.

But what does Spencer do? He mocks me for it. Not that I expected any less, him and his "pig tail pulling" as he is want to call it, but a little respect wouldn't hurt now, would it?

*sigh* My poor briefcase.

First thing: Congratulations to Interim Chief Vick on the birth of her baby girl. *tries not to look like a kissup* She's an adorable baby.

Second: I got to go to TriCon! I got my comic signed!

Third: Shawn ruined my first print comic of The Green Spirit. I WANT A NEW ONE.

Fourth: I've had 2 Macchiatos in the span of 2 hours. I'm a bit jittery. This is not a good way to pay me back, Shawn.

That drawing of me looks stupid. And why am I the sidekick? My "magic head" did all the work! Why aren't I the hero? Hmmm? Who was the one who led us to the con?

And I'm still pissed about the "George Takei" incident. You didn't even get his name right Shawn! And how'd you know about the blueberries and San Antonio?

I may now have to get a new username.

And Lassiter? You're so in hot water. "Sentimental value" my ass.

Okay Shawn, time's up... but I got a call from an old friend wondering if I wanted to go deep sea fishing this weekend, so you're off the hook until Monday. Every last hat better be back in their hooks in the closet by the time I get back or the password user name: babypics password: awwcute for the site http://www.papersoflight.zoomshare.com/1.shtml where I've uploaded the photos will be up here next.