I'm back already!
This is sort of like Discovered. Discovered was so popular, and I had so much fun writing it, I decided to make this. But remember - "discoverd" and "revealed" are two different words, with two different meanings. Think about it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, or any of its characters. I do own the plot line, and any characters I make up. Also, I will not be posting this story anywhere but Fanfiction (Dot) Net.
"Wait, explain it again," said Shawn as he and Gus sat in Chief Vick's office.
"Yeah," said Gus. "We were just witnesses. You don't think… you don't think we had something to do with this crime, do you?"
"No, of course not," said the Chief quickly. "But the victim's family wants everyone that was in the store when their child was abducted to be interrogated. That unfortunately includes you two, Detective O'Hara, and Detective Lassiter. I don't want them suspecting the Police Department any longer, so, because it's no trouble, I want everyone here to take a lie detector test. That way we can show the family undeniable proof that we had nothing to do with their child's kidnapping."
"I don't see a problem with it, you Shawn?" Gus asked.
"Nope, I'll do it," said Shawn.
"Great, thanks," said the Chief with a smile of relief. "Lassiter and O'Hara are in the Interrogation Room taking their tests right now."
"Cool," said Shawn, getting out of Chief Vick's 'pregnancy chair' and walking out the door to her office with Gus close behind him.
"Sure you can tell the truth for five minutes, Shawn," asked Gus with a smirk as they made their way to the Interrogation Room.
"Sure, Gus!" Shawn replied. "Remember when I told you the truth about that awful tie you wore two years ago?"
"You set fire to it, Shawn. That's not telling the truth."
"Yeah, but when you asked me if I did it I told the truth."
"I saw you do it Shawn. In fact, I was still wearing the tie when you –"
"We're here!" Shawn announced as they arrived at the interrogation room. They looked through the glass where Juliet was being hooked up to the polygraph by a heavy man while an angry-looking Lassiter stood in the corner.
"Wow," thought Shawn. "Lassie already looks annoyed! Wait till I get in there…"
Gus opened the door to the area with the polygraph. Everyone looked at the opening door as Shawn and Gus entered.
"Hi guys," said Juliet with a smile. Shawn and Gus greeted Juliet, and then looked over at Lassiter. "Lassiter's already taken his test," Juliet explained. "And I was just about to take mine." Lassiter mumbled something from the corner about wasting his valuable time for some paranoid parents.
"You must be… Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster," said the heavy man. "I'm Stephen Monroe, the Department's polygraph expert."
"Hi, I'm Shawn, the Department's Psychic Consultant," said Shawn, shaking hands with Mr. Monroe. Next he motion to Gus. "This is my official Special Helper, Burton Guster."
"I'm his partner," Gus said pointedly while shaking Mr. Monroe's hand.
"Alright, you guys can have a seat over there while I ask Ms. O'Hara a few questions," said Mr. Monroe, motioning to some chairs on the opposite side of the room. Shawn and Gus took their seats and watched as Mr. Monroe started interviewing Juliet.
"Alright Ms. O'Hara, first I have to ask you some basic questions to make sure the polygraph is functioning properly," he said as he adjusted some of the equipment. There was a fairly straight line running across a screen on the table that Mr. Monroe was sitting at.
"I know how it works," Juliet said. "I've done this before."
Shawn raised an eyebrow. "You've been hooked up to a lie detector before, Jules?"
"I told you about my nasty incident at cheerleading camp," she replied shortly.
Shawn opened his mouth to say something. "I don't think I want to know," he decided and closed his mouth.
"Is your name Juliet O'Hara?" Mr. Monroe asked.
"Yes," she answered. The line moved up and down a little bit, like a heart monitor in a hospital.
"Are you employed as a Detective by the Santa Barbra Police Department?"
"Yes." The line on the monitor moved slightly again, then settled back down.
"Now," said Mr. Monroe. "Just to make sure the machine is functioning, please answer this next question with 'no.'" Juliet nodded. "Is your name Juliet O'Hara?"
"No." The line on the monitor moved violently up and down in a zig-zag line.
"Alright, the machine is functioning properly. Let's get started with the real questions," said Mr. Monroe. He asked Juliet several questions about the kidnapping, all of which, according to the machine, she answered truthfully. The whole thing took about ten minutes.
After the questioning, Juliet stood up as Mr. Monroe helped her get unhooked from the machine. "Thanks for your cooperation, Ms. O'Hara," he said.
"No problem," she replied. "Shawn, Gus, which one of you wants to go next?"
"Ooh, ooh, me!" exclaimed Shawn, raising his hand. He jumped up out of his chair, and eagerly started to get hooked up to the lie detector with the help of Mr. Monroe. There were two tube-like things wrapped around his torso, two clamps on his fingers, and a blood-pressure cuff on his arm. Soon he was seated and Mr. Monroe was adjusting the machine. Shawn was keeping himself entertained by playing with the wires coming off of the finger clamps.
"Shawn! Don't play with the polygraph," Gus scolded. "Remember what happened last time?"
"Of course I remember!" Shawn exclaimed. "Nurse Anna will never be the same…"
"Mr. Spencer, we're going to start the test questions now," said Mr. Monroe.
"Kay," said Shawn, shifting around in the chair.
"Please hold still," Mr. Monroe scolded. "Is your name Shawn Spencer?"
Before Shawn could answer, Chief Vick entered the room. She walked quietly over to sit next to Gus.
"Yes," answered Shawn.
"I shouldn't have to lie, I didn't do anything right?"
"Are you thirty years old?"
"After all, I don't really lie that much."
"Yes."
"Ha, ha, except when I pretend to be a psychic… oh snap."
"Are you employed as a 'Psychic Consultant' for the Santa Barbra Police Department?"
Shawn thought about his answer. "Yes," he said honestly. He glanced at the monitor, and saw that it indicated that he was telling the truth.
"Yes! Now I don't have to lie!"
"Do you believe you are a psychic?"
"Oh snap."
Well? What do you think? I tried to include Gus in this one a little more. Oh, and I know absolutely nothing about polygraphs. I found a website about them... but I didn't spend a lot of time there. Sorry if it's too inacurate!
Next chapter will be up... as soon as possible. Not sure how soon that is... please review!