Antiquity (A Psych Fan-Fic)

Cessation

Chapter 26: Cessation 

 “Anything else today, sir?” The SCPD operator asked. 

Cassidy was sitting on the kitchen, watching him raptly. She was against him calling in tips to the authorities, afraid they would become suspicious of his dead on information.  She hated to admit it, but a big part of her was jealous of his gift. For him to simply see what others couldn’t, others like her who had to go through years of vigorous training just to get where he was. And yet, he made it look so simple. He indeed was remarkable. 

“Nope, that’s gonna do it.” Shawn said. “Oh, when can I expect to pick up my reward money?” 

“I have your information written down, Mr. Spencer.” The operator said. “You’ll be receiving a phone call if your tip turns out to be correct.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Shawn smirked. “I’m never wrong.” 

Shawn put down the receiver and got up from the couch and grabbed another hot dog from the hibachi, slapping it inside a bun already liberally smeared with condiments-including ketchup. 

“Rents paid!” 

She gave him a little frown. 

“Instead of just sitting on the couch watching crime scenes shown on news footage every night and relying on your gift to call in tips to the police for reward money to get you by through the month, why not do something productive and look for a full time job.” Cassidy said. 

Shawn stopped to think this over, as if the thought had never occurred to him. 

“Where’s the fun in that when I can just sit home and entertain myself by calling in tips.” Shawn said. “If you take a moment and think about it I am doing something productive. I’m solving crimes. I’m helping the police bring the bad guys to justice in the comfort of my own home.” 

Her jaw clenched at his words. His voice was so cool and detached and it made Cassidy want to scream in frustration. She didn’t like where this was going. 

“Calling in tips isn’t going to pay your rent forever, Shawn. Every month you’re barely scraping by. You’ve quit two jobs in less than a month because you grew bored.” she said, “If you want to solve crimes all day and actually get a decent pay check to pay why not become a Detective, it’s what you enjoy isn’t it? You’d be great at it.”

“I don’t want to be a cop, Cass. I even performed a petty crime to prove it back when I was eighteen.” He said, his voice now tinged with anger.  

He stared at her, stubbornly and angry. Unfortunately, Cassidy could be just as stubborn. 

Cassidy sighed and hopped off of the kitchen counter. 

“I don’t get you sometimes,” She said. “You don’t want to become a cop, yet you solve crimes all day in the ‘comfort of your own home’. I see how your face brightens when you’ve finally managed to put all the little pieces of the puzzle together. You can do it, Shawn. You know you can. I know you can.” 

“Why does it matter, I’m making it aren’t I?” Shawn growled as he faced away from her, running fingers through his hair in frustration.

 “It matters to me, Shawn. Especially since I’m-“

Cassidy broke off, realization dawning on her. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t tell him. How could she possibly tell Shawn they were expecting a child when he himself was acting like one himself? 

She took a deep breath and said, “Tell me, Shawn. What do you see yourself doing in ten years?” 

"Do we really have to do this right now?" he said, exasperated that she was making something out of nothing.