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Kay Sara Sara (14/?)

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: 745
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.

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Alan stood when he heard the gunshot. Gus wanted to run up to find out what was happening. Alan put a hand on his arm.

“It’s all right.”

“How can you be sure?”

“There was just the one. If it had been the kidnapper--”

“Hoffman,” Gus supplied.

“If it had been Hoffman, don’t you think any of the four armed people would have returned fire?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Gus relaxed but kept his eye on the stairs.

It wasn’t long before the group came down. Henry carrying an unconscious Amy was first. Lassiter and Juliet with Hoffman

between them came next and then Shawn, Jack and the Doctor.

“Is she…” breathed Gus.

“She will be fine once we get her to the TARDIS and get those drugs from her system,” said the Doctor as he moved forward.

“O’Hara and I will call for a patrol car to come pick up this scumbag.”

“Why not take him by TARDIS?” questioned the Doctor.

“We won’t have to worry about the paperwork this way,” Juliet answered as she made the call to the station.

Hoffman just stared at Alan with condemnation in his eyes. It was a little childish, but he wanted to witness him being put in the back of a squad car. “I’ll stay with Jules and Lassiter,” he stated.

“We’ve got to get you back to the infirmary,” said Jack.

“They came out here because I was abducted. It would appear odd if they arrested the culprit without the victim.”

“This way we can get him for the murders while keeping Amy out of it,” Jules said.

“Sounds reasonable.”

“I’ll stay, too,” Shawn piped up.

“No, you will not,” stated Lassiter.

“As you’re working on one of my tips, I have to be here.”

“You’d be here even if it weren’t one of your tips.” Lassiter groaned when he realized what he had said. “Fine, but you don’t touch any part of the crime scene. Got it?”

The Doctor, Jack, Gus and Henry with Amy left for the TARDIS. Lassiter found the small front room the easiest to keep secure, so he handcuffed Hoffman to the radiator.

“You’re condemning your friend to death,” Hoffman argued. “We stop this now and no one has to die.”

“What about the men you killed trying to find Alan?” asked Juliet. “Did they deserve to die?”

“They were collateral damage.”

Alan had to restrain himself from throttling the guy. He was already feeling guilty enough over those deaths, he didn’t need to hear them treated so cavalierly.

They heard the sirens and Lassiter unlocked the cuff from the radiator as Juliet went outside. As the detective and prisoner walked past, Alan reached out a hand to stop them. He smirked when Hoffman flinched. “One more thing.” He held his hand out, palm up.

“I don’t have anything of yours.”

“Really? You’re lying to a telepath?”

Hoffman decided to take that as a challenge and not a threat. “Go on, let’s see.”

Alan looked to Lassiter to see if they had the time and the detective nodded. Okay, he’ll have it on him, but not the wrist, too easy. Pocket? Maybe. Ah! He bent over and pulled up the left leg of Hoffman’s trousers. There was his machine strapped to the lower leg. “I’ll take that if you don’t mind.” He reached forward to unbuckle it.

“Whoa!” exclaimed Lassiter. “That’s yours?”

“Yeah.”

“Leave it. It ties him to you.”

“Lassie, we found him locked up in a house occupied by the prisoner. I don’t think any further evidence is needed.”

“Still, it should go through evidence.” He looked at Alan. “It’s not dangerous, is it?”

“No. It won’t work unless I’m wearing it.”

“Okay, that settles it. We’ll set it aside for when you come to the station to give your statement.” Lassiter pulled Hoffman from the room and outside.

Alan started to follow but Shawn stopped him. “How would we explain you can walk when you were in a wheelchair this morning? Look, I’ll go out, make a few witty remarks and make sure Hoffman hits his head getting into the car.” With a grin, Shawn ran out after Lassiter.

Alan stayed by the window and watched as Shawn put on his act for the officers. Lassiter looked ready to kill while

Juliet just nodded tolerantly. He couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it to Shawn. It looked like Lassiter might let Hoffman

whack his head without any coaching.

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