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Title: Half-Cocked
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Gus, Shawn/None
Genre: Humor
Warnings: None.
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn and Gus with guns.
A/N: lolz.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys.

"Here."

Shawn dropped a handgun into Gus’ hands and his eyes widened as he took a hold of it. "Where did you get this, Shawn?" he demanded. "I don’t want it."

Shawn rolled his eyes, peering around the concrete wall into the parking garage, gun raised. "Shut up and cock the gun, Gus. You’re not going in there without it and you’re my back up."

Gus sighed and cocked the gun, lifting it. "We shouldn’t be doing this."

Shawn shrugged and grinned, still searching the garage for the jerks the seven of them had followed inside. "Lassie doesn’t need two spares and besides, I’m pretty sure they’re headed down here. Come on."

He and Gus slunk into the garage, keeping low behind the cars and sparing glances around for any movement. "Are you saying you stole these guns from Lassiter?" Gus hissed as they moved.

"Borrowed, Gus, borrowed. We’re going to return them," Shawn replied.

"Shawn! I have to protect you from these criminals and Lassiter! No fair!"

"Shhh!" Shawn whispered and dropped down, gun propped on the hood of the car they were hiding behind.

Gus turned and saw the man on the other end of the garage, slinking in the direction of the exit. He propped his gun on the car in front of him and the alarm began whooping loudly.

"Gus!" Shawn hissed accusingly and the two of them dove behind the next car just as several shots shattered the windows above them. Not even a split second later, more shots went off, these fainter. Soon after followed a yell that Shawn would recognize anywhere. He rose and brought down the guy running toward the exit with one shot. He howled. Gus was already running across the parking lot and hauling himself up onto the next level of the parking garage with the help of the guardrail, dark panted figures sprinting past, firing shots behind them. Shawn flinched as a stray shot nearly hit him, embedding itself in a blue Honda’s door. He was running, trying to keep low to try and get ahead of the crooks at the base of the ramp.

He burst out in front of them and with a startled yelp, they skidded to an awkward stop and Shawn could see Lassiter behind them, face going rapidly from astonishment, to anger, to determination.

Shawn grinned at the three thugs, who were now creeping toward him, realizing he was the only thing between them and freedom. "Hey guys…"

One of them raised his gun, the sound of it cocking echoing through the garage despite the thunderous sound of the approaching police officers. Shawn swallowed and then—

"Shawn!"

Shawn immediately dropped to the ground at the sound of Gus’ voice and with three rapid shots, the thugs followed, howling as they pierced various appendages. The officers reached them a split second later and Lassiter snapped, "What the hell were you two thinking?!" as they cuffed the three guys.

Shawn raised an eyebrow as he got to his feet, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Uh, I’m pretty sure that was us helping you catch these guys."

"And you can shoot too? What is the matter with you?!" he demanded, ignoring Shawn’s reply and glaring at Gus as the moaning thugs were dragged to their feet. "Got any more surprises? Do you have spawn running around somewhere? Maybe you know how to dismantle nuclear bombs?"

Shawn exchanged a look with Gus and he said, "Uh…no…you feeling okay, Lassie?"

"Dandy," he replied, and his tone was drier than the Sahara Desert.