No Place I'd Rather Be...

The Blackhawks returned home to the United Center to play the Detroit Red Wings on October 11, 2014. The win over the Stars filled them with joy and energy. The locker room was buzzing with noise and it provided the perfect cover for Jonathan and Patrick to make out in the corner in celebration.

Only when Duncan Keith walked by, did they pull away and pretend to be discussing things. Jonathan was getting better with his “facade” and Patrick was proud of him. After the defensemen left, warning them to behave, they both chuckled and high-fived one another.

“I can not wait for tonight, Jonny! I’m going to get a hat trick!!”

“Me too, Patrick!”

“If we both get hat tricks, we should totally reward ourselves for it!”

“What should we do?”

Jonathan looked eagerly at his partner-in-crime. Patrick thought long and hard about what they could do. He couldn’t help but think about his favorite activity with the Captain. He loved it when Jonathan tied him up and ravished him. It was the best feeling in the world and he would love to experience it again. They’d waited long enough. It was time to break out the bondage once more.

“Tie me up.”

Jonathan smirked, but made sure to keep an eye on the others, who were still busy celebrating. “Are you serious?” he leaned over to whisper into his friend’s ear.

The blond nodded. “I love it when you tie me up, Jonny.” He gave Jonathan his “I’m sure” and “I really wanna do this” look, which shocked the Captain a little bit.

But soon the brunette leaned forward once more and pressed his lips against Patrick’s ear. His breath was warm and moist, as it caressed the blond’s ear, driving him absolutely bat-shit crazy inside. The Chicago Captain whispered, “I’ll tie you up good then and maybe I’ll gag you!”

Patrick felt his heart race with anticipation in his chest. He would HAVE to score a hat trick and get the puck to Jonathan now. “I look forward to it.”

Jonathan sent him a wink. “So it’s settled...if we both get hat tricks tonight, I’ll tie you up, gag you and ravish the living hell out of you, Kaner!”

Patrick squealed and then immediately threw his hands over his mouth, chuckling with excitement and hiding his blushing face from view. Jonathan patted him.

“Sorry, we’re trying a new “pump up” tactic for the game!” the Captain exclaimed. “I’m just getting Kaner’s hopes up!”

“Maybe you should insert your tongue into his mouth!” Andrew chirped across the room. “You two are always hanging out together and doing weird stuff!” The pest of the team rolled his eyes and slapped Brandon Saad on the arm. “Right, Saader?”

“Right Shawzer.”

Andrew laughed and put his helmet on and growled like he was ready to tackle a wide receiver or running back. Brandon put his on as well and made to fix it in place, when Andrew grabbed his hand and they left the locker room, bolting out the door and narrowly missing Kris Versteeg as he walked by the door, outside in the hallway.

“Shawzy, be careful!” Duncan scolded.

Patrick kept his head turned away, with Jonathan stroking his golden blond curls, as he watched the scene, awkwardly. This was going to be the best night and the highlight of their career tonight!

Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews, the secret lovers and talented forwards - the Dynamic Duo - of Chicago, were going to lead the Blackhawks to a super win!

****

Meanwhile in another part of Chicago,

Bryce Perry had overslept. That was his first thought when he opened his eyes was that he shouldn’t have taken that extra sleeping pill last night to calm his nerves. Daylight was streaming into the bedroom. He’d left the drapes opened wide and the window raised, so he could get some breeze during the first cool night forecast in weeks.

Bryce’s second thought was that he was going to be late for his team’s soccer practice. And cascading behind that came the realization that something was wrong. He couldn’t move. He became aware that he was breathing through his nose, and that realization made it suddenly difficult to breathe.

He tried to explore with his tongue, but even that was constricted. His mouth was stuffed with material of some sort. Silk? He probed with his tongue’s tip and found the backs of his teeth, managed to open his mouth slightly, and beyond the folds of material felt the tacky surface of….tape!

And the material jammed into his mouth was silk….

He knew immediately what was happening. The open window he’d thought was far enough from the fire escape hadn’t been far enough away at all.

He had a visitor.

Panic hit him, as if he’d been tasered. His body vibrated and bucked, but he remained lying on his stomach, his wrists taped tightly behind him at the small of his back, his legs taped firmly together.

Finally the panic passed. The terror remained.

For some reason he thought of mermaids. Mermaids have no legs, only a single tail that they could flop around helplessly when out of the water. But mermaids could at least speak. With his silk garments wadded into a mass in his mouth, and his lips sealed with duct tape, Bryce could make only a low humming sound.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” a man’s voice said.

He managed to swivel his head toward the sound, causing a sharp ache in his neck, as if he’d been jabbed with a needle. Outlined against the angled morning sunlight splashed on the white sheer curtains, he saw the dim silhouette of a man. A large man.

As he moved toward the Blackhawk player, he noticed something short and curved in his hand. He could tell by the way he was holding it – out away from his body and with respect – that it was a knife.

With an oddly delicate motion, he removed the thin sheet that was covering him.

Bryce was suddenly cold. Until now, he had only thought he’d known fear.

He gently laid something over his head – the sheet – so that he couldn’t see what was coming. He knew that he wanted each singular agony to be a surprise.

Two, three, drops of liquid fell onto the sheet. Then came a sound he recognized – the ratchet catch of a cigarette lighter – and another scent he knew. He’d lit the cigarette.

If there had been any doubt as to who had him, there was none now.

Bryce began to scream, over and over, sounding very much like a desperate bee trapped in a tightly sealed jar.

There was only one person close enough to hear him, and he wasn’t going to help him. At all.

****

Meanwhile,

Shawn and Gus made their way to the United Center in Chicago. Ever since he was young, Shawn Spencer loved sports. Any kind. He had gone to a few Los Angeles Kings games as a child, but he always found the Chicago Blackhawks to be his team. Gus had never gone to a game and that was a little surprising. He knew football, sort of, but not hockey.

However, this time, they got to actually experience it together. They practically had to push their way inside past people, since they were one of the first ones inside. They scanned their tickets and got their “first 10,000 fans” souvenirs, which were drawstring bags with various goodies inside.

Shawn’s ears were filled with the sounds of thousands of people talking and he felt so small in the midst of all the people scrambling to find bathrooms, seats, merchandise, food, family members, and whatever else they might have been looking for.

“Let’s hit the restrooms, get food and then find our seats,” Gus suggested, so they headed to the bathrooms.

They quickly ate dinner at the arena, which was basically just getting hot dogs, Chicago Style. Of course. Well, Shawn got his Chicago-Style (completely Chicago-ed), Gus was more of a rebel and had just caked ketchup all over the weiner and bun.

“You have to have the dog without ketchup, Gus...that’s the whole point of Chicago-Style!”

“Shut up Shawn, I’ll eat it however I want!” He took a big bite of the ketchup-drenched hot dog, purposefully chewing it loudly and making delicious sounds in front of the Psychic.

“Come on, son!” Shawn teased, smacking Gus’ arm and almost making him drop his food. The African American man frowned and shot his friend a look of unhappiness.

“I can’t believe we’re at a ‘Hawks game,” Gus exclaimed, clearly very excited.

It was his first game, after all. But even though Shawn had been to games before, he was just as happy, if not more so than his partner-in-crime. They loved being at the UC for a game, even though they had both never been there before for any other game. But they’d heard many great stories…and they were all true! It was such a cool experience that Shawn felt lucky to be having and sharing with his best friend.

“If you can’t believe it now, then just wait until the game starts, you really won’t believe it then. It’s awesome to actually be here and see everything firsthand. It’s so much more exciting than it is when you’re just looking at a TV screen,” the Psychic assured him.

Once they were out of the bathroom for a second time, (the hot dogs and four sodas Shawn drank really did it in for them) they headed up the escalators to the 200 level, which was where their seats were. Shawn was really anxious to see where they were sitting. He heard stories about their never being a truly horrible seat at a hockey arena and he hoped that was true. At the last game he had been to, Shawn had been with his dad, Henry and they had sat in the 200 level on one goal end at the Staples Center for the Kings. It was a good seat, but this time, he was happy to see that he had an even better seat. They realized that their seats were right in the middle, so they could see both ends of the ice equally as well. Shawn knew it was going to be really fun to see the game from there.

“Great seats,” Shawn commented.

“These are really good seats!” Gus sided with him. “Courtesy of Burton Guster.”

Shawn snapped some pictures of them in their seats and then he took some of the ice, the players and also of himself. The seats around them had seemed so lonely when they first arrived, but after walking around a bit and getting more drinks to kill time (and another trip to the bathroom), Shawn was reminded of how fast the place filled up. When they got back to their seats, they had to find their way around people, before they could sit down.

They were sitting there for a while, counting down the minutes before the game would start. When the players all came out to practice, Shawn felt adrenaline pumping through him, realizing that the game was going to be starting soon. He kind of wanted to join the players on the ice, but kept his eagerness under control and remained in his seat. After scanning the ice, they both spotted their favorite players and kept their eyes on them. It was so strange to think that Gus’ parents had connections and knew the Coach. It was almost weird to him that that was the case. The people you knew, right?

Shawn thought a lot about the day before and the case and the dead body, as they watched the countdown clock wind down on the jumbotron. So much had happened in so little time, and now here they were. He hoped this UC visit would be just as amazing as the last one he’d had in the Kings’ arena. He really hoped that the Hawks could get a good win.

Shawn Spencer watched as Patrick Kane, number 88 skated around and did some sick stick-work with his hands. He watched him manage to toss sauce at the net and happen to get it into the goal, past Corey Crawford or Crow. He cheered him on, chanting his name and pulling at his fan jersey.

A person to the side of them, turned to him and struck up a conversation. “Hey, you a Kaner fan? So are we.”

“No way? Sick!” Shawn exclaimed, high-fiving the couple, who were obviously drunk off their asses already. That much was evident to Gus, yet Shawn didn’t seem to notice or care and he carried on the small talk. “Hi, I’m Peekaboo and this is my partner, Captain Serious.”

“Hi,” Gus waved, before attempting to drag Shawn away from his “friends.” “Uh, Shawn…”

“He doesn’t like to smile.”

“Like Jonny and Pat!” the woman cried in a thick Chicagoan accent. She wore a number 19 jersey for Jonathan, which was the same one Gus was wearing.

Gus’ eyes landed on her and he took in her beautiful presence. She had gorgeous brown hair locks and her smile was rather captivating as she seemed to be enjoying herself. The black man pushed Shawn to the side to get through and introduce himself. Shawn made an “eh” noise like a little girl. “Hey, you hear about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?”

Shawn shoved him back and they began fighting like two little boys. It freaked the couple out so much that they turned away. Drunk or not, this was not normal for two adults to do.

“Suck it, Shawn!”

“You suck it!”

And before they knew it, the anthem was sung, making every fan rowdier than they were before. They stopped bickering and turned to the ice. Then, in no time at all, the puck was dropped for Jonathan Toews’ first faceoff of the night, and it was officially game time.

Straight from the faceoff, there was a ton of action. The Hawks were playing the Red Wings, so that was to be expected. The Wings were a tough bunch...not as tough as Boston, but pretty tough. They were mainly made of goons and players that had little to no talent. It was so cool to be at a rivalry game. It somehow made everything more interesting and exciting. Every hit on the Red Wings got all of the Hawks fans fired up, and every hit the Wings had on the Hawks made them want their team to get the win even more. Both teams were being pretty physical, but the Wings were worse than the Hawks were.

“Come on, check him!” Shawn yelled at the Hawks, when a random Wing brutally hit Patrick Sharp. He felt eyes on him and then realized that he had turned into the obnoxious fan that had annoyed him so much at the first game he had gone to long ago. “Sorry,” he muttered, sinking lower in his seat. He didn’t stay low for very long, though.

Andrew Shaw got the puck and raced down the ice, taking the Wings by surprise. Patrick Kane flanked him, darting down the wing with so much speed that Shawn had to get to his feet. The Wings didn’t get to the net in time and Jimmy Howard crumbled under the pressure. The score was 1-0 Hawks, ten minutes into the first period. The goal was much needed, but not because there hadn’t been any shots. There had been a ton from each end, and many of them were close calls. It was just because the Hawks deserved a goal, with the way they started off the game. It was a great beginning.

“Yes, Kaner, yes!” Shawn screamed when the star winger scored. Gus and him jumped up onto their feet and began hollering and clapping. Some others joined us, but there were some who were slower and some who didn’t get up at all - Wings fans. They weren’t nearly as enthusiastic as the two “Detectives” were. They were much louder and unlike them, they stood for a good minute or two dancing to Chelsea Dagger.

“Are you proud of your man?” Gus asked him. “Isn’t Kaner your guy?”

“Yes I am!” Shawn answered, glowing.

The Hawks had a short adrenaline rush after the goal, but the action soon died down. Even though not as much was happening, Shawn was still a happy fan. They were ahead, and they had done pretty well so far. Patrick had a couple shots and two had gone in. But sadly, the Wings tied the score up with two minutes left in the period, and when it ended, it was still 3-3. (Patrick Kane with two and Jonathan Toews with one on a Power Play.)

“Dammit,” the guy beside them mumbled when the horn sounded. He could be really negative sometimes. Shawn wasn’t going to be negative tonight, though. Neither was Gus, even though he could stand to lighten up some...he was JUST LIKE the Chicago Blackhawks’ Captain.

“It’s only the first period, man. There’s still at least forty more minutes to go. They have a good chance. And if I know the Hawks, they’ll come out stronger and they won’t give up!”

Everyone began getting up and moving around as soon as the players headed to the locker room, and Shawn and Gus decided it would be best to join them. They were getting hungry again and intermission seemed to be the best time to get food so they wouldn’t miss any of the game. However, the trip to get it wasn’t as smooth and fast as they had anticipated. They got stopped multiple times by fans. Shawn just wanted more food.

Once they had their food, they were both a little happier. They ate relatively quickly, since they had gotten pretty hungry. Shawn was still receiving looks from people, but he just smiled and then looked away.

The players all came back out a couple minutes after they were done eating and the second period started. Shawn had been very hopeful for the period, but it didn’t go quite as well as he had expected it to. The Hawks were getting a little sloppier rather than better. They seemed tired, almost. Three minutes into the period, the Wings scored and grabbed a 4-3 lead, which didn’t really help. The Hawks weren’t making nearly as many good plays as the first period and they had barely any shots. Their confidence seemed to be lowering as the seconds ticked by.

Seven minutes left in the period and it was the Wings again, with a power play goal this time. 5-3. They were all smiles, but over by the Hawks bench, there weren’t very many grins. Coach Q didn’t seem too happy. That probably wasn’t saying much, since he rarely looked genuinely joyful during a game, but he looked especially let down after the Wings’ third goal. Shawn saw the guys on the jumbotron and they seemed to be just as let down as their coach was. His heart broke, when he saw that Patrick Kane looked absolutely defeated. So far, their “good luck” hadn’t done much. The horn sounded and the winger went back to the locker room with the rest of his team.

Shawn couldn’t believe it. After the first period, he had been so positive. They were tied, all it would take was one goal to get the lead back. Now, after this period, it would take two just to tie things back up. He knew that Patrick didn’t even have any really good shots, either. What was going on with the blond winger? What the hell were they doing out there? This wasn’t the Patrick Kane that Shawn Spencer knew and had watched many times on the TV screen in the Psych office in Santa Barbara.

He was really expecting a rage lecture from Coach Q to them in the locker room and he could almost imagine the tension and the uncomfortable feelings being shared, but he was still a lot more positive than he expected. Sure, he pointed out the terrible things that the Hawks were doing, but instead of being really upset with them, he tried to pump the crowd and Gus up for the next period. He took on the role of Captain and Coach and seemed convinced that the team would fix things and tighten up their plays, and he was sure that their would be a change in the lines a little too.

Shawn thought about what Coach Q was drilling into the heads of the Hawks players, as he pumped up the crowd. He was certain that they were going over some ideas for plays and he realized that they couldn’t be negative. They had to just think positive and play the great hockey that they knew how to play. And that was what Shawn thought the crowd should do too, as well as himself. They knew the Hawks could be great and they had to stay with them.

Shawn was sure that Patrick and the Hawks wanted to prove to their fans that they could win this and they wanted to remind them and the rest of the fans of how good of a team they really were. He thought that the rest of the guys wanted to do that too, because they all came back out onto the ice with much better attitudes and they appeared to get each other pumped up for the third period.

The period started in no time, and every single one of the players paid a lot more attention to what they were doing. Shawn quickly realized that the hockey players were paying a little too much attention to some things that didn’t really matter, though. He saw Patrick gave one look to Jonathan on the bench and he seemed to read his mind. It was a wink that made the Psychic cock his head in curiosity.

He watched as the Captain stood up and got everyone’s attention. They were close enough, that Shawn could actually hear, over the roar of the deafening crowd, “Guys, we need to fix the things we were doing wrong before, but I think we’re all a little too focused on that. Instead of being so cautious and careful, let’s just focus on playing the hockey we know we can play. Let’s just play some good hockey.” His words of wisdom were simple, but they meant a lot to Patrick and the rest of the guys. The boys all took them to heart, and they did just what he suggested.

“Yeah, Jonny!” Patrick yowled, before hopping onto the ice.

It took a little bit of time, but things started coming together. Jonathan Toews started the rush, like a good leader and scored about six minutes in, and it seemed like he was just as surprised as the rest of the Hawks and crowd that the puck actually went in the net. Howard seemed pissed, because he knew he had let in a puck that he shouldn’t have.

At the same time, though, he and his teammates kept their heads up. They still had the lead, and they still acted cocky and ridiculous. They amped up their physical game again and all of the Hawks got annoyed. Shawn saw that Patrick felt the need to get some revenge, so he amped up his own shooting game. He had some good shots, but none of them made it in. Luckily, one of Jonathan’s shots did though. They were all relieved that they had tied the game up. Also the Captain had a hat trick and hats rained down on the ice. They needed that. But they couldn’t play it safe. The Wings could easily score still. They had a lot of chances too.

“Hey, Gus, give me your hat!” Shawn stated, holding his hand out.

Gus shook his head. “No. If you’re going to throw it on the ice, use your own!”

“I’m not. Just give it to me.”

“No, Shawn.”

They began fighting again and eventually Shawn tackled Gus and stole the hat. He threw it into the air and it landed on the ice with the others.

“Dammit Shawn!” Gus screamed.

“I’ve always wanted to do that!”

“You could have used your own!”

“Nah.”

Gus made a sudden move and dove for his friend. He snatched his hat off his head and threw it onto the ice, over the boards toward where his hat was.

“There, now were even.”

“Suck it.”

“You suck it.”

During the hat raining parade, Shawn saw Patrick come over to congratulate his Captain. And he also saw them share...a kiss? It was a quick one and he was sure he was the only one who caught it. It was strange. Could hockey players do that and fall in love with one another like that? He knew Jonathan and Patrick were close...but this? Shawn would never dream of kissing Gus. He shrugged it off.

Four minutes left, and Brent Seabrook was in the penalty box. A penalty call wasn’t exactly ideal in this situation, but all they could do was try to get the penalty kill. Luckily, they were usually pretty good at that. This time was no different, but once the power play was over for the Wings, the Hawks only had two minutes left in regulation to do something before the game would go into overtime.

Coach called a timeout and Patrick headed to the bench with his teammates. They got a pep talk and he drew up a play for them. Patrick sent a look to Jonathan. Shawn felt pretty good about the game at that point and he was sure the Blackhawks did too. They were on a time crunch, but the Wings weren’t as confident anymore. If they played aggressively and pressured them, they would have a good chance of swiping the lead back from them, pulling a comeback and winning, whether it be in regulation or overtime. It was time to win.

Back on the ice, it was Brandon Saad, Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane. Brandon got the puck and passed it around a little. Jonathan got it eventually, and when he saw Patrick in position, he gave it to the shaggy blond winger at once.

It was “Showtime.” Shawn watched Patrick Kane race up the ice. He faked a pass to Brandon, but gave it to the Captain. Jonathan, in turn, gave it back to him and he caught a glimpse of a confused facial expression on one of his opponent’s faces as Shawn squinted and leaned forward. The Hawks were playing with their minds, and it was working. Patrick was up to the net. He did a spin-o-rama to confuse the Wings further and then took a shot.

Shawn and Patrick both watched it go to the back of the net. They watched Howard look at the puck with defeat plastered on his face. Shawn saw all the Blackhawk teammates speed up to Patrick and he heard them scream his name. “Kaner! Kaner!” they cried.

Patrick fell into his celebration, which was just a familiar routine to him by now. The classic “Showtime.” Oh and Patrick also had a hat trick. More hats rained down on the ice. There was only fifteen seconds left by the time Patrick Kane had scored. The Wings only had fifteen seconds to get on the Hawks level. But how could they? The UC was alive with noise once more and it was deafeningly loud. Fortunately for the Hawks, fifteen seconds was not enough. The horn sounded, and Patrick held his stick up high into the air with the rest of his team. It was a good win.

Final score: 6-5. A hat trick for Jonathan Toews and a hat trick for Patrick Kane!!

Notes

OMG!!! This was my favorite chapter to do! I know it's long but it's full of awesomeness! Especially the Shawn-Gus scene in the UC! :DD I hope you like it.
Yes, it is a proven fact that Kaner loves Tazer tying him up nice and tightly and ravishing him senseless! Kazer, it never gets old. *imagines Kaner cocking his head sweetly and looking up at Jonny, as he smiles and chuckles at the thought*

Next up: Nothing good...it gets worse....and it gets MUCH darker. Tazer ties Kaner up and makes love to him, but the Psych cast finds Bryce's body and suddenly Kaner isn't safe anymore. :(