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And now, I present to you a "Psych", "Chuck", "Castle" cross over fanfic. Angel asked me to try and fit in House, and I might be able to, but seriously, NO.
Chief Vick looked at the people she had crowded into her office. Detective Lassieter and O'Hara she knew she could trust. Shawn Spencer and his friend Burton Guster she figured she had to trust with this case. Because this particular mystery spanned jurisdictions, Detective Kate Beckett was here and both the Mayors of New York City and Santa Barbara insisted that her...well, friend, Richard Castle come along. Finally there was the Federal Government involved in all this, but why they had to send three agents, she couldn't figure it out. These agents consisted of Sarah Walker of the CIA, John Casey of the NSA and Charles Carmichael, a consultant. And they had their credentials. Obviously this case had gotten way out of hand.
“All right, listen up. We're having a lot of people cover not a whole lot of ground--”
“Like one of those little hamburgers, what do they call them Gus? You know, the ones where the burgers don't completely fill up the bun.” Spencer interrupted. Gus rolled his eyes.
“They're called Sliders Shawn.”
“No, I'm sure that's the name of sci fi series that starred Chris O'Donnell's younger brother.”
“No, he's, actually correct. The little hamburgers are called sliders. Or sometimes mini hamburgers depending on the restaurant.” Agent Carmichael pointed out. Shawn looked to Charles
“Ah, I see. A fan of the little hamburgers, are we?”
Charles, or Chuck to his friends, shrugged, “Nah, I mean they're all right but,”
“Gentlemen! This is neither the time nor the place.” Vick had slammed her hands on her desk, trying to regain order. Agent Casey looked like he was about to blow a fuse as he looked at Agent Carmichael. Lassieter was keeping his own fuse in check as he looked at Spence. Agent Walker was trying to stifle a snicker while still being serious. Vick found O'Hara doing the same. Detective Beckett was staring between Spencer and Carmichael. Gus had a smug smile on his face. Mr. Castle began to just chuckle. “I apologize Chief, but this is kinda funny.” Castle quickly sobered up, “but it doesn't override what's happened here.”
Vick could now see Spencer staring intently at Carmichael. But the next reaction made Vick, Castle, Beckett, and the rest of the group, aside from Lassieter and Gus, nearly jump back. Along with Spencer who was plastered against the Plexiglas window. Spencer was holding his hands up towards the ceiling, rubbing his hands together.
“Sorry Chief, but the spirits are telling me something. There's...a civic Honda ...no, wait,” Spencer looked down at the ground and began to push back at gravity, “No, a civilian... wait...” Spencer stared at Chuck and pointed to him. In a hoarse voice, Shawn began to chant, “One of us! One of us!” while poking his finger at the air around Chuck.
“Spencer, what is the meaning of all this?” Chief Vick looked at Shawn and then to Gus, hoping one of them would explain.
“I'm sorry Chief, but aside from Mr. Rook here, I think that Agent Carmichael here isn't telling us the complete truth.”
All eyes turned to look at Chuck.
“Mr. Spencer isn't often wrong in his psychic interpretations Agent Carmichael. If you're hiding something from us, now's the time to tell.” Vick said. Agent Walker stepped forward,
“I'm sorry Chief, but Charles here is telling the truth. He's a consultant for the CIA, and if he is hiding anything, you have to believe us when we say it's because it's a matter of national security.”
My fan fiction, "Chuck vs. The Big O" based off of the dream I had last night, will be coming sometime this week.
Chief Vick looked at the people she had crowded into her office. Detective Lassieter and O'Hara she knew she could trust. Shawn Spencer and his friend Burton Guster she figured she had to trust with this case. Because this particular mystery spanned jurisdictions, Detective Kate Beckett was here and both the Mayors of New York City and Santa Barbara insisted that her...well, friend, Richard Castle come along. Finally there was the Federal Government involved in all this, but why they had to send three agents, she couldn't figure it out. These agents consisted of Sarah Walker of the CIA, John Casey of the NSA and Charles Carmichael, a consultant. And they had their credentials. Obviously this case had gotten way out of hand.
“All right, listen up. We're having a lot of people cover not a whole lot of ground--”
“Like one of those little hamburgers, what do they call them Gus? You know, the ones where the burgers don't completely fill up the bun.” Spencer interrupted. Gus rolled his eyes.
“They're called Sliders Shawn.”
“No, I'm sure that's the name of sci fi series that starred Chris O'Donnell's younger brother.”
“No, he's, actually correct. The little hamburgers are called sliders. Or sometimes mini hamburgers depending on the restaurant.” Agent Carmichael pointed out. Shawn looked to Charles
“Ah, I see. A fan of the little hamburgers, are we?”
Charles, or Chuck to his friends, shrugged, “Nah, I mean they're all right but,”
“Gentlemen! This is neither the time nor the place.” Vick had slammed her hands on her desk, trying to regain order. Agent Casey looked like he was about to blow a fuse as he looked at Agent Carmichael. Lassieter was keeping his own fuse in check as he looked at Spence. Agent Walker was trying to stifle a snicker while still being serious. Vick found O'Hara doing the same. Detective Beckett was staring between Spencer and Carmichael. Gus had a smug smile on his face. Mr. Castle began to just chuckle. “I apologize Chief, but this is kinda funny.” Castle quickly sobered up, “but it doesn't override what's happened here.”
Vick could now see Spencer staring intently at Carmichael. But the next reaction made Vick, Castle, Beckett, and the rest of the group, aside from Lassieter and Gus, nearly jump back. Along with Spencer who was plastered against the Plexiglas window. Spencer was holding his hands up towards the ceiling, rubbing his hands together.
“Sorry Chief, but the spirits are telling me something. There's...a civic Honda ...no, wait,” Spencer looked down at the ground and began to push back at gravity, “No, a civilian... wait...” Spencer stared at Chuck and pointed to him. In a hoarse voice, Shawn began to chant, “One of us! One of us!” while poking his finger at the air around Chuck.
“Spencer, what is the meaning of all this?” Chief Vick looked at Shawn and then to Gus, hoping one of them would explain.
“I'm sorry Chief, but aside from Mr. Rook here, I think that Agent Carmichael here isn't telling us the complete truth.”
All eyes turned to look at Chuck.
“Mr. Spencer isn't often wrong in his psychic interpretations Agent Carmichael. If you're hiding something from us, now's the time to tell.” Vick said. Agent Walker stepped forward,
“I'm sorry Chief, but Charles here is telling the truth. He's a consultant for the CIA, and if he is hiding anything, you have to believe us when we say it's because it's a matter of national security.”
My fan fiction, "Chuck vs. The Big O" based off of the dream I had last night, will be coming sometime this week.