tthdrabbles | (no subject)

Title: Attack Of The Pool Towels
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Psych
Challenge: #40 towels
Disclaimer: I don’t own them

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“Shawn what do you want?” Gus asked. “I’m missing a meeting for this.”

“You didn’t need to go to that sales rep meeting.” Shawn put two fingers against his head, “I sense it would be a total bore.”

Gus smacked him in the arm. “I’m leaving.”

“Get down there he is.” Shawn dragged Gus behind a table containing a bunch of folded towels.

“There who is?” Gus carefully snuck a peak over the towels.

“The kid with the pink spiked hair.” Shawn said.

“I don’t see a girl with pink hair.” Gus said.

“That would be because it’s that guy with pink hair.” Shawn pointed out Oz. “I think he saw us.” Shawn pulled Gus down again. “He’s the missing link for this case I can feel it.”

“What case?” Gus asked. “We don’t have any case right now.”

“Oh but we do, a case with wolf bites, a tape, a dead bounty hunter, and that kid.”
At the same time both Shawn and Gus peered over the towels. “Whoa where’d he go?”

“Boo.”

Gus screamed as the entire stack of towels fell on his and Shawn’s head. He then ran away still screaming.

Oz smirked, “Now that’s an exit.”
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Title: Protecting the Protector
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Psych
Challenge: #41 coffee
Disclaimer: Don’t own

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Oz sighed as he was once again back in the Santa Barbara police station. It was his own fault he was so focused on getting rid of Cain and protecting the other wolf that he somehow messed up. At least the other wolf managed to not be involved in this whole mess. Oz figured he would just be a witness to a terrible animal attack. But part of the fight between Oz and Cain had gotten caught on a bad quality tape. Oz shifted in the uncomfortable chair in the lobby. He closed his eyes and tried to mediate but opened them when someone held a cup of coffee under his nose.

A tall lanky officer was the one holding the cup. His nametag said McNabb. He smelled very familiar to Oz. He took the cup from the officer.

McNabb gave Oz an unsure smile. “I thought you might want some coffee. I didn’t know what you’d want in it. So I brought some cream packets and sugar. I… um… just wanted to say thank you.” He leaned in closer, “For the other night. I thought I was toast.”

Oz raised an eyebrow. ‘So this was the wolf he saved.’
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