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crack_van2013-08-06 11:06 pm
Murder by Something Something, by trixietru (NC-17)
Pairing: Shawn Spencer/Carlton Lassiter
Length: 25K
Author on LJ:trixietru
Author Website:trixietru on AO3
Why this must be read: There's mystery, danger, humor, a bit of romance, some sex, Shawn, Lassie - all bundled in a nice 25k story. I love "old dark house" stories, and I love case fic. This story has elements of both, and mixes them with good voices and the kind of humor you'd expect with Psych. It's well-written, it's something of an homage, and it's just plain fun.
Lassie is invited to a weekend retreat at an isolated cliffside hotel. Supposedly the other invitees include the finest minds in California law enforcement. But the invitation arrives only a few days before the event is due to begin, and that makes Shawn suspicious. So he decides to show up, as well - and finds that things aren't quite what the invitation implied.
Excerpt:
All four of them trooped upstairs, and Lassiter took a moment to reflect on how strange it was that they hadn’t seen Sloane or Casey again after dinner as first Frank, then Claire opened the doors to their rooms.
“Lock your doors,” Lassiter advised. Frank’s only response was a grunt and to shut his door, but Claire lingered for a moment.
“Do you really think we’re in some kind of danger?”
“I don’t know,” Lassiter admitted, “but everything about this weekend is making me uneasy. Just…keep your gun close at hand tonight, and if you don’t mind, don’t leave your room in the morning until Spencer or I come to get you.”
She hesitated, clearly not loving that last recommendation, but nodded after a moment. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you in the morning, Carlton.”
Back in their room, Shawn began a stream of mindless chatter designed, Lassiter realized, to keep whoever was listening in from getting suspicious.
“Andrew Ridgley was the heart and soul of Wham!, Lassie, and George Michael knew it. I think it’s why he turned to drugs later,” Shawn said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out two Snickers candy bars, one of which he tossed to Lassiter, who tore into it like a starving man, which he kind of was at that point.
“Here,” Shawn said, after swallowing a mouthful of delicious chocolate and nougat, “I have their first album on my iPod. You listen and tell me if you hear the genius of Ridgley.”
He pulled the iPod and a pair of tiny speakers out of the backpack (Lassiter was starting to think that it was like Mary Poppins’s bag, endlessly producing whatever Spencer needed) and set it up right next to the lamp, turning up the volume.
Feeling that he needed to contribute to the conversation, Lassiter said “Spencer, I don’t give a crap about Wham!.”
“Oh, but you will, Lassie,” Shawn said, gesturing for them to go into the bathroom, “Just listen.”
After the bathroom door closed behind them, Shawn reached into his pocket and produced a key. “I think this will open most of the doors in the building.”
Lassiter stared at it in disbelief. “Where did you get that?”
“I, uh, borrowed it from Casey.”
“You mean you stole it from him.”
Shawn shrugged. “Potato, poh-tah-to.”
Murder by Something Something on trixietru's lj
Murder by Something Something, on AO3
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