Fandom: Psych, White Collar
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Peter, Neal, El, Mozzie, Diana, Jones with cameos from Henry, Juliet & Lassiter
Word Count: 968
Overall Summary: In New York, Peter and Gus search for what happened to Neal and Shawn. In California, Shawn and Gus escape a little too easily, making them wonder if Ridley has other plans.
Notes: Okay, I'm finally posting the sequel to Psychic in the City. It's still unfinished so posting will probably slow once I catch up. I'd also like to thank my three betas snowflakie06, slytheringurrl and the_moogie
When he arrived at work, Peter motioned for Jones to fall in behind Gus. He caught Diana’s eye and she held up an index finger, indicating she’d be right there.
Once in his office, he set Shawn’s bag down in the corner and Gus put his down next to it. After a quick introduction once Diana joined them, Peter asked for the details. “Any luck tracking GPS on either?”
“The last reading we have for Caffrey was going on midnight in his apartment then it just went dark. No alarms or calls from the Marshals’. The last read from Shawn’s phone was about 12:30 on West 43rd, not too far from Times Square.”
“Okay, so he calls Shawn and asks him to meet somewhere public.”
“And nowhere’s more public than Times Square,” interjected Jones.
“Outside, he’d have no control over the proceedings; too easy for them to mingle in the crowd and get away. We need to check the bars and restaurants in the area.” Peter saw Gus pull the note from his jacket pocket. “You have something, Gus?”
“I think I know the restaurant. ‘HRC’ is Hard Rock Café. The music would be loud enough to keep them from being overheard.”
Jones looked at Gus. “Good call.”
“Been working with Shawn too long.”
“Right. Gus, you and I will head over to the Hard Rock and 43rd. Jones, notify Forensics and then see what you can find on the cameras in the area.”
Gus had to admire Peter’s driving as they got closer to Times Square and the heavy traffic – both cars and pedestrian. He parked on West 43rd near the Foxwoods Theatre, home of the most expensive Broadway production ever. He then reached over to the glove compartment, pulled out some latex gloves and handed a pair to Gus. “Keep ‘em in your pocket until you need ‘em.”
Gus got out of the car and searched along one side while Peter took the other. He wished he had Shawn’s eyes right now. He’d have seen everything by now like that bright green… “Peter!”
The agent crossed the street. “What’ve you got?”
Gus pointed to the bright green case. “It’s Shawn’s.”
Peter looked around and spotted another shattered phone. “That could be Neal’s. We’ll wait for Forensics--”
They heard sirens and saw flashing lights approaching.
“Speak of the devil.”
When Peter was done directing the newcomers, he and Gus walked around the corner into Times Square. Gus tried not to gawp. It was even more impressive in person. With all the neon, ads and people, he didn’t know where to look first. He couldn’t believe he was finally here and Shawn wasn’t with him.
Gus looked at the agent. “Huh?”
“Let’s go.” Peter turned to go into the restaurant.
Gus followed him inside. “Sorry. Shawn and I were going to come here today.”
“We’ll find them, Gus. They were taken, not killed. Ridley must have plans for them.”
“Let’s hope it includes keeping them alive for a while.”
Once inside, Peter flashed his badge at a passing server and asked to see the manager. When the manager – a woman in her mid-thirties – came out, Peter explained the situation and asked to see the surveillance footage from around midnight.
“Of course Right this way.” She led them to a small office with a computer monitor on which four screens showed different areas of the restaurant. She sat down at the desk and tapped a few keys to bring up the right time. She then brought up the camera aimed at the entrance, fast forwarding.
She did so and Peter made a note of the time. “Can we track them to a table?”
The manager tapped a few more keys and enlarged a different screen. Now they could see Neal and Ridley as they took a booth, sitting on opposite sides of the table. Ridley ordered three beers. He had already called Shawn at this point. And there he was. Shawn took a seat next to Neal. The three men drank their beers. At least Ridley did. Shawn and Neal only took sips to make it look like everything was normal. When done, Ridley paid the server and the three left the screen.
“Do you have cameras at the back?” Gus asked.
“To keep an eye on the loading dock, yeah.” She pulled up another camera just as her phone rang. “Excuse me.” She left the room to answer the call.
As the phone rang, Gus had reached for his out of habit. Then he realized where it was. He looked over at Peter who was watching the feed. Shawn and Neal exited followed by Ridley. “Damn it, Shawn.”
“You can’t blame Shawn, Gus. Ridley was probably threatening Neal or you. At least he left us clues.”
“He did more than that. He knew he’d have to turn over his own phone, so he kept mine as a backup.”
Peter turned away from the screen to look at him. “Are you sure?”
“I know I left my phone on the night stand last night. When I woke up it was gone and so was Shawn.”
“And he gave us both your numbers ‘in case you need to turn on the GPS’.” Peter grabbed his phone and dialed. “Diana, pull up the GPS for Gus’ phone. Shawn took it last night.” He looked at Gus for the number. Gus told him and Peter relayed it to Diana.
Gus all but chewed on his bottom lip as he waited. After what seemed like ages, Peter ended the call and Gus did not like the look on his face. “What? What did she say?”
Gus fell into the desk chair. How were they going to find Shawn and Neal now? They could be anywhere in the world!