No Place I'd Rather Be...

While O'Hara was questioning the young male jogger, who had found the body, the Head Detective, Carlton Lassiter was making basic notes of the body. It was curious because the young man, who was in his mid-twenties, was striped naked and had a single piece of black adhesive over his mouth. There was a single gunshot wound to the head and he had red marks on his wrists, where he must have been bound at the hands.

Carlton tore away the tape, making a disgusted face, as he held it up, to examine it, thinking it held some kind of clue. After nothing popped out at him, he placed it into a Ziploc bag and zipped it shut, preserving it.

He was trying to figure out if the way the man had been displayed, symbolized anything, but the train of thought was interrupted when the familiar voices of Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster became louder, behind him.

He turned to see them both blatantly walking under the crime scene. Lassiter was thinking to himself, Damn I have to deal with these two clowns.

"Spencer?" He raised his eyebrows at the new addition to (what he called) the Looney gang.

"Morning Lassie, what’s going on here?"

"Uh…dead body was found by that man this morning. Said it washed up on shore, naked and with tape over its mouth."

“Uh-huh...that’s nice, Lassie!”

With all the awkwardness over, Shawn examined the body, now. He quickly identified that the victim's shirt was missing and the victim's mouth was dripping with blood. He saw a tattoo of a heart with the text “Chicago” over it on his muscular upper arm.

Suddenly Shawn began shaking and grabbing his head, he started yelling out, "I know you're hurting. I can sense that your heart was not only broken, but you were taken away from your birthplace. You don’t live here, do you? I know I'll help you, I'll help you." With that Shawn began walking towards the body, looking as if he was struggling to move on his own and without warning he put his hand on the tattoo. Everyone let out a small gasp and Gus let of a little shriek of horror.

Shawn grabbed the bag with the tape from Carlton, opened it and showed it to Gus, his face showed the reality of the situation. “Tape,” he remarked, like he wasn’t amused or shocked.
Juliet came over and told Lassiter that she had received the statement and that she was going to take a quick break. She walked off and sat on the bonnet of the blueberry, watching Gus quickly lose his lunch, as he keeled over the water edge and hurled.

“O’Hara!” Carlton shouted, motioning to his partner.

"Coming!" Juliet disposed of her coffee cup and walked over to Shawn. They gave each other a peck on the lips and went their separate ways.

Gus and Shawn walked over to the side. The latter faced his black friend. “Something fishy is going on here and it isn’t the victim or the location or even my father’s delicious—“

“Just spit it out, Shawn!”

“What is a man from Chicago doing all the way here in Santa Barbara?”

Notes

So, I was toying with putting detectives into this story and I ultimately thought about...why not have Psych come into this. After all, no one has done Psych and the NHL in fan fiction before. So before I go off into a longer rant, without further ado, I give you the introduction of the USA channel's most popular 7 season show....