Fandom: Psych, White Collar
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Peter, Neal, Henry, Juliet, Lassiter & Vick with cameos from Mozzie, El, Diana & Jones
Word Count: 626
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
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Henry glanced at Peter while they were stopped at a red light. “These two agents of yours, they’ve been with you a long time?”
“They both were with me as probationary agents and both were there when Shawn was. He kind of endeared himself to everyone despite the short time he was there.”
“How long was that?”
Henry cracked a smile. “Sounds like Shawn. I don’t know where he gets it from.”
“Must come in handy getting people to open up.”
“A great asset for a cop.”
Henry heard Peter take a breath and knew he was in for some criticism. Thankfully, the light changed and he could concentrate on the road.
“Mr. Spencer, I know I’m risking our new-found trust, but you do realize that you’re the one who kept Shawn from ever becoming a cop the moment you arrested him.”
“You know about the arrest? Of course you do. You did a background check. What else do you know?”
“I know that when he left New York, he decided to come back here because you were gone. I’ve noticed over the past few days that when Shawn speaks of you, it’s no longer with anger. He does love you, Mr. Spencer.”
“If you’re gonna get familiar enough to talk about my relationship with Shawn, you might as well call me Henry.”
“Peter.” The agent grinned.
“Neal and I were kind of…nervous to call you that.”
“Has Shawn painted me as some sort of ogre?”
“A bit of one, yeah. But the first I had heard of it was while you were still estranged. Now, seeing you both, I get it.”
“Do you have kids?”
“Does Neal count?”
Henry chuckled. “Ever since he was a kid, Shawn would always take risks, dares, without thinking of the consequences. We were on a first name basis with the ER staff by the time he was seven. I tried to get him to think ahead like chess.” Henry remembered Shawn naming the pieces after The A-Team. “I may have been strict, but I was afraid he’d do some stupid stunt and kill himself.”
“Plus being the son of a policeman increased the odds of abduction.”
“Yeah. We did have lessons for what to do and, thankfully, he didn’t need to use it until a few years ago.”
They pulled up in front of Psych and Henry felt a swell of pride wash over him as it did each time. Yeah, he didn’t approve of the whole “psychic” thing, but his boy was helping people the way he knew how. Henry liked to believe he’d had a hand in it.
Peter whistled in appreciation as he undid his seatbelt. “Nice place. Waterfront. Must not be cheap.”
“I think he smooth-talked his way into a good deal and then used Gus’ card.”
Both men got out of the truck and walked up to the front door. It was unlocked – as usual. He was surprised that no one had robbed the place yet or attempted GBH.
Peter looked around the office. It was an odd mix of office, living room and high school. “The lockers are a nice touch,” he commented.
“I don’t know what possessed him.” Henry handed him a cold bottle of water. “Some school closed and was auctioning off stuff.”
The door slammed and the three younger men entered sipping on smoothies. Shawn saw them. “Dad, why do you keep coming in when I’m not here?”
“You keep leaving your door unlocked.”
Shawn turned to Gus. “Dude, you gotta remember to lock up.”
Gus merely rolled his eyes. They all knew Shawn was the culprit.
Henry didn’t care if he came across as an ogre as long as it kept his boy safe.