Overprotective!Kara for dial_a_psychic
Note: I was surprised at how easily this scene came to mind. Hopefully, I didn't butcher Shawn's voice too badly. And since I'm actually enjoying this whole drabble thing, I will probably write the other two as well later tonight.
“Shawn!” While Henry had gone storming into the Chief’s office, Kara had made a bee line for the briefing area - bound and determined to talk her brother out of going up against the Ying-Yang killer. She wasn’t as familiar with the case as her father was, but she had read about similar cases in her forensic psychology classes and she knew that no good was going to come from entering into a game with them. Especially if you weren’t prepared for the type of game these psychos play.
Seeing her brother in front of the screen, she waved him back. And being curious as to what brought her to the police station in the middle of the day, he came. “Kara…”
“Don’t do this, Shawn.”
“What?”
“Don’t do this. Tell them no. You can’t…you’re not prepared for this.”
“Of course I am. It’s a game. I’m good at games. And this doesn’t even seem to be a hard one. I mean did you see his rhyming skills…” He frowned. “Did Dad send you down here?”
“No. I came down with him. Which means we only have another minute before he just starts with the yelling. Shawn, please. I studied cases like this at school and you have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“I can handle it.”
“No. You can’t! This isn’t a game, Shawn. No matter what this Mr. Yang says. It may be a game to them, but newsflash. They’re crazy. Please. Don’t. Just tell them to get someone else. Please. For me…”
For a moment it looked like Shawn was going to cave - the look on Kara’s face was absolutely pitiful. She was scared. But he couldn’t. He had to do this. If he didn’t…there was no telling what Mr. Yang would do. And it was better he enter the game than someone die needlessly. Right?
“Kar…I can’t. You know that. I…” Before Shawn could finish his sentence, Henry rounded the corner with Karen close behind, both of them still arguing. Spying them, he frowned. “And that, little sis, is my cue to exit. Tell Dad I’ll call him later. Sorry, pops! No time to talk! Got a psycho to stop!”
“Shawn!” While Henry had gone storming into the Chief’s office, Kara had made a bee line for the briefing area - bound and determined to talk her brother out of going up against the Ying-Yang killer. She wasn’t as familiar with the case as her father was, but she had read about similar cases in her forensic psychology classes and she knew that no good was going to come from entering into a game with them. Especially if you weren’t prepared for the type of game these psychos play.
Seeing her brother in front of the screen, she waved him back. And being curious as to what brought her to the police station in the middle of the day, he came. “Kara…”
“Don’t do this, Shawn.”
“What?”
“Don’t do this. Tell them no. You can’t…you’re not prepared for this.”
“Of course I am. It’s a game. I’m good at games. And this doesn’t even seem to be a hard one. I mean did you see his rhyming skills…” He frowned. “Did Dad send you down here?”
“No. I came down with him. Which means we only have another minute before he just starts with the yelling. Shawn, please. I studied cases like this at school and you have no idea what you’re getting into.”
“I can handle it.”
“No. You can’t! This isn’t a game, Shawn. No matter what this Mr. Yang says. It may be a game to them, but newsflash. They’re crazy. Please. Don’t. Just tell them to get someone else. Please. For me…”
For a moment it looked like Shawn was going to cave - the look on Kara’s face was absolutely pitiful. She was scared. But he couldn’t. He had to do this. If he didn’t…there was no telling what Mr. Yang would do. And it was better he enter the game than someone die needlessly. Right?
“Kar…I can’t. You know that. I…” Before Shawn could finish his sentence, Henry rounded the corner with Karen close behind, both of them still arguing. Spying them, he frowned. “And that, little sis, is my cue to exit. Tell Dad I’ll call him later. Sorry, pops! No time to talk! Got a psycho to stop!”