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Kay Sara Sara (8/?)

Title: Kay Sara Sara
Fandom: Psych, Doctor Who
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Henry, Juliet, Lassiter, Vick, Buzz, OMC, Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Jack Harkness
Word Count: 710
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 6 7

Shawn drove Alan and Amy while the Doctor and Jack went with Gus. He’d like to see how Gus would handle Jack’s flirting but his friend would be in Heaven if they started talking Geek.

“So, why did you want Jack to stay?” asked Amy. “The Doctor didn’t seem too pleased by it.”

“Jack can be a handful, but he is also a very loyal friend. He’s saved my life twice. As for the main reason I wanted him to stay, I just wanted to see Lassiter’s reaction.”

Shawn laughed so hard, he almost cried. “Now I want to get there first.”

He pulled the truck into the lot and was happy to not see the Echo. He rushed around and pulled the chair out from the back and got Alan situated in the chair just as the others arrived. Shawn started pushing the chair to the entrance.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get the passes?” Alan suggested when they reached the sidewalk.

“But what about--”

“It’s part of Jack’s deal. Go on.”

With a grin, Shawn rushed inside. He had signed for the passes when his entourage – posse? – arrived. Jack was on the receiving end of a few stares but Shawn wasn’t sure if it was due to his looks, the uniform, or that he was a new addition. He handed out the passes and clipped his own to his belt loop.

They headed to the Chief’s office where he could see Lassiter, Jules and his dad with her. He slipped in first. “Hey, Chief. Lovely to hear from you. I believe you know everyone.” He turned to face Lassie as Jack pushed in Alan’s chair.

“Oh, Sweet Justice, there’s another one,” he groaned. “Where the hell do you pick up these strays, Spencer?”

“Oh, sorry. Chief Karen Vick, Head Detective Carlton Lassiter and Detective Juliet O’Hara, let me introduce Captain Jack Harkness.”

Jack shook the Chief’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Chief. I’ve heard nothing but good things.”

“And your connection to this investigation, Captain?”

“I’m a colleague of the colonel’s. I came as soon as I heard to lend a hand in whatever way I can.”

He had really turned on the charm and the Chief seemed to be weakening.

“As I told the Col. Kelly on his first visit, you may advise and consult, but should you interfere or hinder this investigation, I’ll have you hauled into a cell so fast, your head will spin.”

“Oh, come on! You can’t be falling for this guy’s spiel because of his looks.”

Oh, here we go! Shawn grinned, knowing what was to come.

“Oh, you noticed. You’re not so bad yourself. That salt-and-pepper thing really works.”

Shawn’s grin widened as Lassie did his best impression of a guppy. This memory would be replayed for years! The Chief glared at him for questioning her and the head detective in turn glared at Jack, who didn’t even notice.

“Mr. Spencer, I called you down here because we followed up on your lead on the owner of the house. O’Hara?”

Shawn listened attentively as his girlfriend spoke. “It took some time, but we tracked him down to a hospital in Australia where he’s been in a coma as a John Doe. None of his family or friends thought anything was wrong as they continued to received emails and texts.”

“And all the communication about the house was done the same way,” commented Alan.

Juliet nodded. “It seems this is how Mitchell kept in touch whenever he was on vacation.”

“Stupid smart phones,” muttered Henry.

“Wow, you really just said that. Gus, isn’t that one of those oxy-clean things?”

“Moron, Shawn. Oxymoron,” he clarified before Shawn could go on about being insulted. “And technically…”

“Well, that was awfully convenient,” Amy said, cutting Gus off before he tried to teach them the ins and outs of grammar.

“Too convenient,” intoned Lassie.

“Lassidoodle is right.” Shawn placed a hand to his temple. “Our guy was stalking Mitchell to see if he would be the one to work with. Followed him to Australia and arranged an accident. He then started sending texts and emails saying he was going to stay a little longer and that he found someone to rent the house.”

“So Mitchell was chosen, not random,” said Amy.

“Just like Alan was,” Jack said.

“It shows that he is a planner and that leaving Col. Kelly to be found was not accidental,” stated the Chief. “Because of this, we need to be extra careful and check-in regularly. And yes, this does mean you, Mr. Spencer.”

Shawn put a hand to his chest, affronted.

“Any questions?” asked the Chief.

Shawn raised his hand. “Is it just me, or is anyone else hungry?”


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