@murkyhazed
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well, this was unfortunate. this was supposed to be a vacation with gus. gus! should he have told him about the trip beforehand? probably. but gus is his best friend, and it’s not like he has anything better to be doing. anyway, shawn is sure that he has heard gus talk about about how much he wants to go to new york city... or new zealand... there’s no way to be sure. he could hardly believe when he told gus about the trip -- “ pack your bags, buddy! we’re going to new york! our plane leaves in three hours! ” -- that gus turned him down, saying that he was assigned to some super important project at work. and now he was in new york city, sitting on a bench behind bars, all alone. at least if gus was here, they could have been arrested together.
it really was not supposed to be any sort of work trip. he just wanted to see where spider-man, spider-man 2, and spider-man 3 were filmed. if he happened to help the local police department along the way, that would be fine. if they paid him, even better -- he has never been particularly good with money and right after arriving he realized how low on funds he was. so, as he was watching the news from the hotel room ( or, rather, vaguely listening to the news since he needed some sort of background noise ) he saw a report about some vandalism in brooklyn and he headed there right away. after about a day’s worth of investigation, with many, many stops along the way ( he is on vacation, after all ), he finally caught up to the guy... who then proceeded to escape. and, of course, that put shawn at the scene of the fresh new vandalism, one that was sure to cost the city thousands of dollars.
from what he has observed so far, this precinct features a latina version of juliet, white gus, and a younger him ( he likes to flatter himself ). if he can find the new york equivalent of lassiter and either his dad or the chief he would have bingo. but the guy who seems to be in charge here does not act like chief vick from what shawn has observed, though the little game of Match SBPD People to NYPD People quickly leaves his mind as that very man leaves his office and heads toward the exit which was right past the area where shawn was sitting. the scary detective lady had refused to listen to him, but maybe he will have more luck with this guy, though he does seem just as serious.
“ hey! hey, captain holt! ” that much was obvious from the man’s name tag and badges. “ ray holt! ” he hoped that that would freak the captain out, just a little bit. he had heard some officers talking about him earlier. leaping up from the bench, shawn makes his way to the bars, having to shove his way past a very drunk man and an upset, emo teenager to do so. he presses his face up against the barrier, knowing that it will leave little rectangle impressions all over his face later. “ my name is shawn spencer, i’m a psychic detective working with the police in california. i can help you find the guy who actually destroyed all that stuff if you let me out of here. ” he finally looks away from the captain, only to find most of the officers staring at him. “ oh, uh..! ” he raises a hand to his head as he thinks.
searching his memory as he glances around quickly, trying to come up with something, he starts to shake his hand. “ i’m getting something! i’m getting something! ” he starts, his voice picking up in volume. he closes his eyes as he points at boyle. “ the spirits are telling me that you are a chef, and a damn good one, too. ” boyle says something excitedly about being happy that ghosts enjoy his cooking. shawn opens his eyes and turns his attention to a cop who was there to file some paperwork. earlier he had noticed some nicotine patches and a picture of a young girl in the man’s wallet that he had opened to find a note reminding him of the password for something, probably the printer. “ good on you for quitting smoking, man... your daughter is really going to appreciate it. ” the man looked almost offended at the mention of his daughter, though shawn knew that was because it was weird that a stranger knew about her. “ okay, speed round: the man sitting directly behind me is going to vomit within the minute; you, sir- ” he looks at captain holt once again. “ -have a small dog. probably a corgi. probably named wilfred or geoffrey with a ‘g’ or something based on your- ” he pinches his fingers together and sniffs in what he believes to be a fancy gesture. “ -aura; and you, leather jacketed lady detective... ” he turned to rosa. “ well, you’re just not very nice.
“ now please, please let me help you. ” he presses his face up against the bars again. “ or else i’m just going to keep being as LOUD and DISRUPTIVE as i’m being now. ” shawn looks back at captain holt, and the man sitting behind him vomits, just as predicted.