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Kay Sara Sara (6/?)

Title: Kay Sara Sara
Fandom: Psych, Doctor Who
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Henry, Juliet, Lassiter, Vick, Buzz, OMC, Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, later cameo by ??
Word Count: 1234
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shawn returns to Santa Barbara with Amy and the Doctor to find a serious case waiting for them. Then they learn that a friend has been wounded because of one of them. Who is the abductor and what is their "motivation"? Everyone will have to work together both inside and outside the box to find out
Notes: This is a sequel to It's a Gift, A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales,Is There a Psychic in the House? and When Harry Met Shawn.

Prologue 1 2 3 4 5





Shawn watched as the Doctor wheeled Alan down the walk. When Alan had gone rigid and stared off at nothing, he had wondered if bringing the man here had been such a smart idea. Thankfully, the Doctor had been able to bring him out of it.

“So, what are we looking for?” questioned Amy. “I mean, the police have already been over it.”

“Yeah, but we’re looking for things the police wouldn’t. If this guy was from another time, there might be something considered normal for now but that he would need.”

“That sounds ridiculous.” She started looking anyway.

“I may not have time travelled as much as you, but I think I’ve investigated a few more crime scenes. I’m going to check upstairs. Shout if you find something.”

Shawn went up the stairs and checked out each of the rooms and there was nothing to support his theory. It was as if the killer treated the place like a hotel. There was nothing personal; no bits of paper, magazines, even those annoying coupon flyers. It’s as if once he got what he wanted from Alan, he cleaned the place out. He went back downstairs to see Amy checking out the living room. “Anything?’ he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Nothing out of place.”

Shawn stood in the middle of the room and took up his thinking pose as he brought up the file Jules had shown him yesterday. The house was for rent so he must have come in with the neighbors believing he was a renter. But nothing was legally filed, so why did the house stop showing? Could there be another victim? “Crap.”

“What?”

“I don’t like where my train of thought just went.” He told her of what he had come up with.

“Did the file say anything about the owner? Maybe they were going away or something.”

“The guy had been here a few months according to neighbors. I doubt the owner could afford to stop showing for that long.”

“Call Juliet,” Amy told him. “It would be better to err on the side of caution than to ignore it.”

Shawn dialed the phone. “Jules, we’re at the house now.”

“How’s Alan doing?”
“He had an…episode in the basement, but the Doctor talked him through it. They’re outside now. Did you guys ever get a hold of the owner of the house? If this guy was passing himself off as a renter, the owner would still be showing, right?”

“Shawn, what are you saying?”

“If no one’s heard anything from the owner, there’s a good chance they’re dead too.”

He heard rustling paper as Juliet checked the file. “Here we are. Dallas Mitchell. We called regarding the property but got a voicemail stating he was on vacation for a few weeks.”

“And I’ve been gone two. What was the time of death on the first victim?”

“Seven weeks ago. Oh, my God, Shawn. I have to tell Lassiter and the Chief.”

“’Kay. Let me know what you find.” He ended the call.

“Nobody followed up on the owner,” Amy stated. “Isn’t that kinda shoddy work for police?”

“It’s what happens when I’m not around to keep an eye on them,” he cracked. When that didn’t elicit a smile or even a micro-chuckle from the red-head, he changed his tone. “Probably miscommunication or even misdirection on the part of the kidnapper.”

“You think that’s what happened?” Amy asked as they stepped outside.

“I think Future Guy did his homework. Only thing off was his timing.”

“Oh, I think getting Alan was part of his plan all along,” stated the Doctor, leaning against the truck. “He wouldn’t have planned everything out and get such a major detail wrong.”

“I’ve been trying to figure out if there’s anyway someone could’ve found out.” Alan rubbed his temples. “I can’t come up with one.”

Shawn walked around the front of the truck to the driver’s side. “Hey, I just had an idea.”

“Be careful. It’s in a strange place,” joked Alan.

I should use that on Lassie. Shawn ignored the jibe and continued. “You came from the future knowing everything about me. What if this guy is from your future?”

Alan looked at him and then at the Doctor. “Just like Jack.”

“Harkness? He’s from your future?”

“You didn’t know?” asked the Doctor.

“I knew he was from the future, just not that far.”

“Who is this character?” asked Amy as she clambered into the truck bed.

“Someone you won’t be meeting…ever,” the Doctor said protectively as he joined her.

“From what I’ve seen, Amy can hold her own against him.” Alan turned his head to look through the rear window.

“Hello? Right here. Who is this guy?”

Shawn laughed as he put the truck in gear. He did not envy that job as the Doctor tried to explain Captain Jack Harkness as they drove out of the city. Alan had tried in Cardiff and had come up short.

About 90 minutes later, they pulled into a parking space right by the Psych office. It might have been sooner had Shawn not stopped to get reacquainted with his usual haunts. He smiled when he saw the Blueberry. It was a good thing they had made the smoothie stop last.

“Gus, buddy!” He set the smoothie down in front of his best friend.

Gus looked up as the group entered the office. “Hey,” he greeted as he took a long sip. “Thanks. I’ve had a wildly productive day, landing some big clients.”

“Not as productive as ours.” Shawn sat at his desk.

“He took us around town so the Doctor could get readings,” said Amy as she dropped into one of the cushioned chairs.

“Which included every street food vendor,” the Doctor stated as he poked around. He stopped at the framed letter with the royal seal. “’I would like to personally thank you for assisting agents of the Crown while putting yourself at great personal risk’,” he read. “I’m guessing this is from Cardiff.”

Alan chuckled. “He came through.”

“How did you convince Alistair to petition the Queen for a letter?”

“It was down to Shawn. Said he needed ‘proof for bragging purposes’.”

“He must have taken a liking to you because he doesn’t do that for just anybody.”

“So what else did you do?” Gus asked, drawing the topic back to now.

“We went to the house,” Shawn answered as if it were obvious. Really, where else would they go?

Gus reacted like everyone else. “You what? Please tell me you didn’t take Alan into the basement.”

“Um, no can do.”

“Gus, I’m fine. There was a moment, but I’m good, really.”

“Got a couple leads, too.” Shawn looked at Alan. “Can you contact him?”

“I can try.” Alan closed his eyes and settled into the chair as if expecting this to take a while.

Shawn, Gus and Amy watched his still body, waiting for any movement to signal he was coming out of it. The Doctor stretched out in his chair. Of course, he had seen it before.

A few moments later, Alan blinked and came around. “What did he say?” Shawn demanded.

“You’ll get a chance to ask him yourself,” the telepath responded.

Alan had barely gotten the words out when there was a bright flash and minor sonic boom from the outer office. “Where is everybody?” came a familiar, brashly confident voice.

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