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Is There a Psychic in the House? (7/?)

Title: Is There a Psychic in the House?
Genre: Crossover, Gen
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Psych
Characters/Pairings: Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara, Carlton Lassiter, Burton Guster, Henry Spencer, Karen Vick, Buzz McNabb, Amy Pond, Eleventh Doctor, Shawn/Juliet
Rating: So far, all audiences
Word Count: 770Summary:Not long after "Yang 3 in 2D" Shawn is relaxing outside the office when he strikes up a conversation with a pretty young redhead. Then he gets called on a bizarre murder case that just might have to do with aliens.
Notes: After my last story, I had people asking for Shawn to meet the Doctor, so here it is. It follows It's a Gift and A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales. Both include and original character and the second is a Torchwood crossover. You don't have to read them to enjoy this, but you might get more out of it.

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Shawn drove and smiled as the Doctor waxed on about “sunny California”. “I don’t know why I haven’t been here before. I’ve been to America before—New York City, Tombstone, Utah, San Francisco and Roswell—but not as much as the UK.”

“I can understand the cities and Roswell and Utah’s got really cool scenery, but Tombstone? I went through there a few years back. Nothing there for you.”

“Not now.”

The only time Shawn knew that Tombstone had anything of significance was the OK Corral, and that was only because he got shot in a few re-enactments. The Doctor couldn’t have been there then, could he? “So you’ve been pretty much everywhere, hunh?”

Shawn could feel the Doctor’s eyes on him. “Alan asked you if you wanted to travel with him. You turned him down and now you regret the decision.”

“At the time, it was the right choice, but if I had the same offer now…”

The Doctor laughed. “You want to travel in the TARDIS.”

“Hell, yeah.”

“I can’t make any promises, Shawn. We’ll see how you feel when this is all over.”

Shawn thought on the offer. It was probably all he was going to get at the moment, and, if he ever learned anything from Star Wars, arguing with a powerful alien was never a good thing. “Sounds fair.”

He turned into the driveway and parked behind a familiar car. “Man, what is he doing here?” He stepped out of the car and slammed the door. “The Chief must’ve called him.”

“Called who?” The Doctor got out of the car and followed Shawn to the front door.

“The Head Detective on the case. He, um, lacks some certain social skills.”

The front door opened and Lassiter stood there. “My social skills are just fine, Spencer.” He looked the Doctor up and down. “You and the Absent Minded Professor better make it quick. I haven’t got all day.”

“It’s sweet that you think you need to help, Lassie, but we’re fine.”

“After what happened this afternoon, the Chief wanted someone here to keep an eye on you.”

“So why not Jules?” Shawn asked as they moved the conversation inside.

“Someone who wouldn’t cave to your stupid demands. Hey, you can’t be in there without supervision!” Lassie strode into the office.

The Doctor had made himself at home at the desk and was going through papers. “Some very interesting theories here. Some are ridiculously way off base, but some… A little bit longer, he might have had something.”

“Enough something to be killed?” asked Shawn.

“Possibly. I think there are some missing papers. I can tell someone went through these without attempting to hid the fact. Police usually organize so everything will remain the way they found it.”

“So no evidence. You guys are really good at this.”

“This is just the preliminary phase, Lassie. You know you have to gather all the evidence before drawing a conclusion.” Appeal to his police sensibilities, get him on your side.

“You were never one to follow procedure, Spencer. Why try now?”

“I find that just because one doesn’t follow procedure does not mean that one doesn’t know it,” said the Doctor looking up from a file. “I find there are times when a procedure gets in the way. I like to think of them more as…guidelines.”

“Yes, guidelines. Perfect word choice.” Oh, he was loving the Doctor right now.

“Of course, there are instances where procedures are a must—brain surgery, diffusing a bomb, launching a rocket—not really all that many in the grand scheme of things.” He stood and headed for the stairs. “The body was found up here?”

Lassiter’s mouth open and closed like a fish and Shawn was tempted to take a picture with his phone.

“Yeah, master bedroom.” Shawn followed the Doctor, bumping into Lassiter to break him out of his stupor.

The bedroom looked different without all the cops inside. There were no bloodstains and the furniture had been knocked over, but not as if there were a struggle. Whatever happened, happened quickly.

The Doctor got down on all fours and studied the floor where the body had lain. Shawn was impressed by his thoroughness.

Lassiter stood in the doorway. “What the hell are you up to? I thought you were a specialist.”

The Doctor got up up his knees and glared at the detective. “Do you like it when someone criticizes you regarding a job you studied and trained for?”


When Lassiter looked at him, Shawn shrugged.

The Doctor hopped to his feet. “I think it’s time to see the body.”

Chapter 8


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