Well here it is! the very last chapter!! thanks for all the nice reviews :) I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Gus climbed out of his car, his eyes squinted to block out the blinding sun. He walked to the trunk and pulled out a pack of flat packed boxes. It was two weeks after Shawn had left for good and Gus knew it was time to pack the office up. There was no point in leaving it like it was only for the dust to pile up. He would leave it empty until the lease ran out in a couple of months.
He tucked the cardboard under his arm and slammed the trunk closed. He locked the car and made his way to the office. He stopped at the front door and frowned. The door was ajar and he knew he had locked it last time he'd been there. He pushed the thoughts of thieves coming for the plasma TV out of his mind and opened the door. The reception room was empty and he cautiously moved forwards into the main office.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "What the?" He said in shock.
Shawn stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Gus. "Finally, I've been on my own in here so long I was this close to talking to a volleyball with a smiley face. on it"
"Seriously? A Tom Hanks reference? You're getting rusty man," Gus answered automatically. "You going to tell me what the hell you're doing here?" He asked.
Shawn waved the pink feather duster in Gus' direction, "Coating my lungs in dust apparently."
"Shawn," Gus warned.
"I thought the place needed a spring cleaning."
"And you thought now, two weeks after you left was the best time to do it?"
"Can't put these things off Gus," Shawn replied, swiping the duster over his desk and coughing loudly as the dust flew up into the air. "There's some papers on your desk" Shawn added.
Gus raised an eyebrow. He placed the flat boxes in the doorway and walked to his desk, finding the papers easily. "What's this?"
"Application for a private detective's license" Shawn answered without looking up.
"Are you serious?"
"About most things? No, never have been. Don't really see much point in starting now. But this? Yes Gus, I'm serious about this."
"I don't understand, you said you were leaving."
"And I did," Shawn nodded. "Had to give my two weeks notice, pack up my apartment, drive my bike back," Shawn listed with half a shrug.
"And when exactly did you decide you were coming back?"
Shawn grinned, "On the plane back to Vegas."
Gus rolled his eyes, "Of course."
"Okay, we've got a lot of work to do. There's smoothies in the mini fridge and doughnuts on top."
Gus liked the idea of doughnuts. He moved toward the fridge and lifted the lid. He frowned at the contents. "You ate all the cream filled ones; you know those are my favourite!"
"You snooze you lose buddy."
"I was not snoozing Shawn! I was buying boxes!"
Shawn grinned, "Feels like old times, right?"
"Oh yeah," Gus agreed, massaging his shoulder. "Little Shawn's returning, as is the overwhelming urge to strangle you."
"Can that wait until this evening? I need to borrow your car later."
Gus sighed, "You know the saying, you don't know what you've got til it's gone?" He asked as he dropped into his chair.
"I've got a new one for you, you don't know what annoys you until it's back in your face eating the cream filled doughnuts and 'borrowing' your car."
"Come on Gus, you know you love me."
"Like broccoli," Gus retorted.
"Wait, you hate broccoli! You used to say there was something unnatural about miniature trees."
Gus smiled, but said nothing. The shock of finding Shawn had worn off and the reality of what was happening had sunk in. Shawn was back and Psych was back in business, though with a proper license this time. He had to admit, no matter how much Shawn annoyed him, he had missed the banter.
Shawn shook his head. He dropped the feather duster and started clearing off his desk. He picked up his precious squeezy frog and frowned at the yellow square stuck to the bottom. He turned the frog over and peeled off the square. He recognised the scrawled handwriting on the post-it.
I'll expect you for dinner Shawn, seven o'clock, don't be late.
Bring dessert and Gus.
Shawn grinned, oh yeah, he was home.