Call Me Cinnamon

Cracking Open a Cold One With the Boys (and Juliet) (and Chief Vick)

Notes: This chapter took way too long. As did making the chapter name. Please be proud of me, I worked hard.

Word Count: 1,860

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The walk to the morgue was mostly uneventful. Unless you count Cinnamon bouncing around from reflection to reflection, talking to herself as eventful.

Shawn listened as she rabbited on, mostly a mix of complaining and lamenting over 'skipping the best stuff'. He could only guess what that meant. Maybe they were talking about cases that he and Gus had taken before they had shown up.

"-can't believe I missed all of 2008! Those were- wait. No no no! That was when Lassie- when he- he had like, been convicted of murder. Dammit, that one was my favorite."

Yeah, definitely talking about cases. Although why she had favorites was beyond him. Of course, Shawn wasn't exactly one to talk. He himself definitely had some he really quite liked. But his favorites were the fun ones. Like when he and Gus discovered a dinosaur.

Cinnamon was going on about their more gruesome cases, such as the time they were trapped in Camp Tikihama. Most people wouldn't think of having favorite cases they weren't even part of. Especially ones that weren't exactly... the most kid friendly. Then again, Cinnamon wasn't most people.

"-and the one with Mr. Yang! Ughhh why did all the good ones have to be in late 2008 and early 2009?" She stopped and pondered for a bit. "I mean, not that the bigfoot case wasn't good, or the haunted condo. Those were great. But still!"

Shawn winced a bit at the mention of the woman who had messed with him and his friends, but managed to tune out her ramblings and focused on catching up to Chief Vick and the detectives. Gus was close on his heels, trying to get him to slow down.

He was taking the time in between where he was and the morgue to collect himself and put on his regular joking persona (mostly) everyone knew and loved.

Gus was right earlier, Shawn had been a little off his game; reference-wise. No, not just a little. A bunch. The whole new-person-spirit-thing-in-his-body would do that to anyone.

But he was back now — hopefully — ready to lighten the mood with a well timed witty one liner. Preferably while standing over a body that did not look like the spirit-thing-in-his-body, Cinnamon.

Sadly, this was one of many instances where Shawn didn't get what he wanted.

"Amber Channing." With a flourish, the coroner, Woody, pulled the sheet back to reveal the upper portion of said person.

Gus turned around at the sight of the body, taking a deep breath. In the reflection of the shiny examination table, Cinnamon did the same, making a small noise of discomfort.

Without missing a beat, Shawn let out a low whistle. "Wow. I think she took the saying 'be more open minded' a little too seriously." He heard Cinnamon and Woody laugh at the quip, and the others let out varying levels of groans.

Shawn was deflecting, of course. Seeing Cin- no, Amber, on the table while she was standing right next to him was a little freaky. Just a bit.

Amber's features were eerily similar to Cinnamon's. Same freckles. Same green eyes — although Amber's were more cloudy, death taking away all vibrancy from the irises. Some of the traits were a bit off, however. Amber's nose had more of a ski slope shape to it, the jawline was sharper, cheekbones clearer in definition. And of course, the very obvious crack in the skull that spanned from the left eyebrow and disappeared somewhere inside the mess of hair. It was unnerving to see.