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Is There a Psychic in the House? (9/?)

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: 1087
Summary: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 got behind the wheel of the Blueberry with a promise to Lassie that there would be no stops for food or beverage. Normally, Shawn would have found a loophole to stop for something just to annoy Lassiter, but this time he really wanted to know what was going on with the body. No detours, no silly visions, just solving the case, getting the bad guy.

“Why do you work so closely with the police when every day increases the odds you’ll be discovered?”

“I finally have the chance to use my gift and my dad’s training. I like it and I’m good at it.”

“You could have used it just as well had you joined the police.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not really good with following orders which is a big thing with the police.”

“I believe it is,” the Doctor agreed.

“Plus I’d have to start out in a uniform. Me and Gus had to do a crash course at the Academy—very uncomfortable. Besides, years of wearing a hat would kill my hair. Just look at my dad.”

“I haven’t met him yet, but I’d like to.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“A serious, intrusive moment here. I was feeling confined and held back by my family and I took off. I only went back when forced to. I never had the chance to talk with my family again. Make the best of this time with your dad.”

“Moment over?”

“Yeah. Short and sweet, that’s me.”

Shawn strongly doubted that was the truth. He pulled into the parking lot and found a space a few cars down from Lassie. Before getting out of the car, he turned to his passenger. “I don’t think Lassie’s gonna be very accepting of any alien theory, so you might want to think about how you phrase it.”

“What made you so accepting?” asked the Doctor as he climbed out.

“One tried to kill me in a Cardiff alley.” He used the automatic lock as they walked to meet Lassiter at the building’s entrance.

“That would do it.”

Once inside the building, Lassie led them through the steril hallways to the exam rooms. Shawn had always made a point of being cheerful and lively when he came here because everyone thought they had to be so solemn around the dead. This time, however, he was too deep in thought to bother with jokes.

“Detective. Twice in one day?” The examiner’s voice carried through the open door.

“There was somebody else who needed to see the body,” Lassiter explained.

“Woody!” Shawn greeted with a genuine smile.

“Shawn, I was expecting you earlier.” The coroner wiped his hands on a bleach-white towel. “You’re usually so prompt when it comes to a body."

“The spirits were…unnerved by the sight of that body, which is weird, I know, considering. They told me to look for help.”

“And who would they send you to for help?” Woody put his hands in his coat pockets.

“That would be me!” The Doctor made an entrance, hands in the air as if to say “look at me”. His smile split his face. “Woody, it’s been ages.”

Woody stared at him. “I’m sorry, you are?”

“Right, I’ve changed since I saw you. San Diego, July 2007?”

“I can’t believe it. Doctor?”

“Now that this exchange of time-wasting is over, show them the body.”

It still freaked Shawn out. Heidecker looked like someone had removed his organs. Lassie looked a little green, too, and this was his third time seeing it. The Doctor, however, took to it with ghoulish glee.

Woody pointed out a few things of note—things Shawn had already seen. He then came to the fingertips. “At first I thought they were burned, but there are no other signs.”

Woody at the Doctor bent their heads over Heidecker’s hands. “It could be from some other sort of burn,” mused the Doctor.

Shawn sat on the counter and let the two men examine the body. He knew the Doctor wasn’t voicing his theories due to Lassiter’s presence. Any attempt to get him to leave would be met by severe stubbornness. He was about to call Jules to have her call Lassie with some fake emergency when the Doctor and Woody straightened. “What’s the verdict?”

“Yes, what’s your expert opinion?” Lassiter wanted to know.

“Is it like San Diego?”

“Yes, it’s like that but not. I’ve a feeling we’ll see another death before this is over.”

“You know the killer?” Lassiter pulled his phone from his pocket. “Get me details, I can have men on it in minutes.”

“No detective, it’s not a killer in the conventional sense,” Shawn said in aid of keeping the true culprit from Lassie.

“OK, burned fingertips. Are we looking at radiation poisoning or a viral epidemic?”

“It is a contagion of sorts but I’m not positive of the source. We’ll have to isolate his house and work until we find it.”

“Right. I’ll have officers cordon off both places.”

“No sirens.” Shawn looked at Lassie, waiting for an argument.

“Good point, Spencer. “Don’t want to start a panic.” He walked into the hall, phone at his ear.

“He’s a bit gullible,” commented the Doctor.

“I’d say he’s more narrow-minded,” Woody added. “Not one for thinking outside the box.”

“Yeah, he once thought ‘the sea lion’ was a French name. God, I had him going on that one.”

“OK, Shawn, you and I need to get back to the TARDIS. I’m going to need something to contain…whatever. Then we head back to the museum.”

“Sure thing. Gus is probably worried about the Blueberry.” He hopped off the counter. “Woody, good to see you, as always. Next time, tell me about San Diego.”

The medical examiner mimicked firing a gun. “Sure thing.”

The Doctor clapped him on the shoulder. “It was lovely to see you again, Woody. Hopefully, next time won’t be like this.”

“Considering it’s you, I won’t hold my breath.”

“That’s probably smart.”

As Shawn and the Doctor walked out, they almost bumped into Lassiter on his way back in. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“The Doctor left some equipment at the office, so we’re gonna--”

“No way. The Chief wants a briefing from the both of you.”

“But, Lassie--”

“Shawn, I think it best we cooperate with the authorities. That way we won’t waste time evading them.”

Shawn knew the Doctor was right. “Fine. We’ll follow you over.”

“And have you ditch me at the first opportunity? Unh-unh. My car. Now.”

Chapter 10



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