Fandom: Psych, White Collar
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Peter, Neal, Henry, Juliet, Lassiter & Vick with cameos from Mozzie, El, Diana & Jones
Word Count: 863
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 stay with Wednesdays until further notice. I'd also like to thank my three betas snowflakie06, slytheringurrl and the_moogie
Ein Deux Tre Cuatro Pyat'
Lassiter was ready to strangle the unobservant airline employee. Yes, they saw hundreds, maybe thousands of people, but how could you forget seeing a man with two others in wheelchairs? He needed coffee and was even willing to pay the outrageous price they were asking.
As the barista prepared the drink, he asked, “Are you one of the detectives asking about the guy with the wheelchairs?”
“Yeah,” he responded guardedly. “Do you remember seeing him?”
“Sure. He stopped for a large black. Don’t get that very often. The guys in the chairs were around 40 with no signs of needing them and I was curious. The guy said something about an Army reunion and how the guys had a severe fear of flying. PTSD or something.”
“Did he say anything about where they were going?”
“Just something about a mountain view ‘cos he couldn’t get it in New York.”
Lassiter was pretty impressed. He paid for the drink. “What made them so memorable?”
“Aside from the wheelchairs, they were gor-geous!” The guy smiled.
Lassiter’s phone rang. Oh, thank God! He walked away from the counter as he answered. “Lassiter.”
“I just heard from Shawn,” the Chief told him. “Henry found them and is bringing them in.”
He could not believe Spencer’s luck. “Great. O’Hara’s got a lead on one of those handicapped vans with the wheelchair lift.” He looked at his watch. “Guster’s plane is due to land soon. We’ll wait to pick them up and head straight over.”
Phone call done, he located O’Hara by an Arrivals board. He could see she was nervous as she bit her lower lip. “Relax.”
“I just don’t know what to tell Gus.”
“You tell him that Spencer is fine and at the station.”
She turned to him and Lassiter allowed himself a small smile at the hope in her eyes. “Henry found them and they’re on the way to the station now. The Chief just called.”
He should have been prepared when she grabbed him in a huge hug. “That’s wonderful news!”
He held his arms out to keep his balance – and his coffee from spilling. “O’Hara! Compose yourself!”
She pulled away, becoming professional once more. “I’m sorry, Carlton. Gus’ gate is down here.”
If there was an extra spring in her step like she was restraining herself from skipping, he wasn’t going to say anything.
Gus was a bundle of nerves. Peter had tried to keep him occupied during the flight, asking about their cases. It had helped somewhat, but now that they were back on the ground, reality reasserted itself.
Once through the gate, Peter stepped aside to check his voice mails. Diana and Jones had narrowed down some names, apparently with some help from Mozzie.
He turned to see Juliet hurrying his way. “Juliet, I’m so, so sorry--”
She wrapped him in a tight hug. “He’s okay! Shawn’s okay!” She looked at Peter as she ended the hug. “They both are.”
Gus saw Lassiter approaching at a more sedate pace. “Lassiter?”
“The Chief got a call from Spencer. We’re to meet them at the station.” He held out his had to Peter. “Head Detective Carlton Lassiter.”
“Oh, sorry. Agent Peter Burke, Detectives Lassiter and O’Hara,” Gus said belatedly. He was still in shock. Shawn is at the station. That means no hospital was needed which is good. It won’t hurt as much when I smack him.
“The car is this way.”
Peter was given the honor of riding shotgun. He perused the file Lassiter had put together on Ridley. “Thorough job, Detective. This was done on your own time?”
“It’s a hobby. How did you meet Spencer?”
“He helped on a case.”
Gus tuned out the conversation as he had already heard the story. He turned to Juliet who was sitting beside him. “How are you doing? You’ve had a crazy day.”
“Not as crazy as yours.”
“I was just dreading facing Mr. Spencer. It’s one thing to talk over the phone…”
“You kept him updated with every lead. For as long as you and Shawn have been friends, have you ever been able to stop him from doing something?”
Gus cracked a smile. “Best I could do was go along and run interference.” He did feel better about his part in this whole thing. If he hadn’t been asleep, Shawn would have snuck out when he was in the bathroom.
“This case in New York from 2005, are you sure Ridley’s connected?” asked Peter.
“Pretty sure, yeah. The guys that went down were known associates. Why?”
“This is the case that brought Shawn to our attention.”
“If he knows that job went south because of Shawn, this revenge thing could include him too.” Gus was worried as to what that would mean now.
“That would explain bringing them to Santa Barbara,” reasoned Juliet. “But what does he have planned?”
“He tried to discredit Neal by stealing the chalice while Neal was in the same building.”
“Maybe he wants to out him as a fake,” Lassiter said in a tone that he was amused at the prospect.
Deep in his gut, Gus had a feeling that was probably it.