Author Note: So I had this long fight with myself about one aspect of this fic: names. See, with Psych, first names, for the most part, are the way to go; I'm not going to spend the who fic calling Shawn "Spencer". But with The Mentalist, it's the opposite! If you call Rigsby "Wayne" for a minute I'm going to be like "Who the hell is….ooooh" SO! If a character is from The Mentalist, I'm using last names. Just thought I'd clear that up… although, if you are familiar with both fandoms, it should be easy as pie for you.
Shawn and Gus entered the Santa Barbra Police Department, "Hey Lassie! Heads up!" Shawn tossed him a pineapple smoothie.
The detective scowled at the younger man before sipping at the drink. He'd never admit it, but it was pretty tasty.
The two men wandered further into the police station. "Hello Jules my dear." Shawn hopped up onto the woman's desk, casually scanning all the police reports that lay open upon it. His gaze fell on one marked heavily with red, his keen eyes picking up enough for him to make out that a young woman was murdered on the beach last night and that the police had no leads.
Juliet noticed how Shawn's eyes paused, and she quickly snapped the case file closed. "We don't need your help on this one Shawn."
"Jules, I'm offended. I can totally help!"
Gus crossed his arms and did his best to look important as he backed up his friend.
Lassiter crossed the bull pen to stand by his partner. "We don't need your help because the State has already decided that they're going to help."
Shawn laughed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Who, the FBI? We help out way more than those guys!"
"Yeah," Gus added, "Even when they're helping we're always the ones who discover who the real bad guys are! Have some faith!"
Lassiter seemed vaguely annoyed, "No, not the FBI, the CBI, and apparently the unit they're sending over has their own psychic."
Gus looked to Shawn in obvious confusion, he leaned over to whisper, "Who're the CBI? Shawn? …Shawn?" Gus waved a hand in front of Shawn's face.
Shawn stared off in a daze "…The CBI…" he snapped his gaze to Lassiter, "You mean Patrick Jane? Patrick Jane is coming here?" Shawn broke into a huge grin and he jumped off the desk, grabbing Gus in his excitement, "Oh my God, we're going to meet Patrick Jane!"
Gus stared at Shawn as though he'd grown a second head. He gripped his friends arms tightly until he stilled, "Who is Patrick Jane?"
"Only the greatest psychic ever!"
Lassiter grumbled, and then paused, Patrick Jane…there was something very familiar about that name…
Suddenly the door was thrown open, and a very severe woman led two men into the building. They were followed slightly behind by an attractive man in a grey suit who cheerfully looked this way and that, absorbing every thing. He was briefly sidetracked by something on the wall. He leaned close to examine it, when immediately they heard the woman clear her throat. "Coming Jane?"
The man looked up and smiled widely, quickly catching up with his companions.
They moved further into the station and were abruptly stopped by the chief, who shook their hands and ushered them into her office. Vick paused before closing the door, "Lassiter! O'Hara! My office."
With a parting glance to Shawn and Gus, the two detectives entered the chiefs office, closing the door softly behind them.
Shawn and Gus shared a look and scrambled for the door, leaning in close to hear what was being said.
"Shawn!" Gus whispered fiercely, "What's going on? Who are they?"
"Dude, shut up!"
"No Shawn, tell me!"
Shawn sighed dramatically, "The CBI are the California Bureau of Investigation, and Patrick Jane is just… fully awesome! Now shh!"
The two listened, and heard nothing. Confused, they shifted closer to the door.
The two men slowly turned towards the door, and noticed it had been opened an inch, and the grey suited man now peered out at them. They quickly scrambled to their feet.
"Oh, uh, Gus totally lost a contact over here, yeah… uh, I think we found it, right Gus?"
"Good! So we'll be going!" Shawn grabbed Gus by the arm and they quickly turned to escape.
"Wait right there Spencer." Lassiter glared at the two guilty men.
Vick cleared her throat, "That's right Spencer, you two get in here."
"Really?" Shawn grinned at Gus and strode purposefully into the office.
"Spencer, Gus, this is Agent Lisbon, Agent Rigsby, and Agent Cho. And this is…"
Lisbon stepped forward, "Uh, our Consultant. Patrick Jane." Jane extended a hand, and Shawn quickly jumped forward to shake it.
Juliet grinned, "So it looks like we'll have two psychics helpin' out on this one."
Jane's smile faltered as he locked eyes with the young woman. "Detective, there is no such thing as psychics." He stepped back to stand between Rigsby and Cho. Shawn narrowed his eyes in thought as he watched Cho catch Jane's eye and incline his head. Jane nodded.
Lassiter seemed satisfied by this remark, and grinned broadly at Shawn. Juliet however, glared, "Shawn happens to be a real psychic, and he has helped this department close countless cases."
Jane smirked and moved to stand in front of the young man, "Oh. Really?" He looked at Shawn expectantly. Shawn felt himself stand straighter, and quickly absorbed every detail he could about the man before him.
He put a hand to his head to begin his psychic vision when he was interrupted by an exasperated voice. "Jane, stop it." Lisbon grabbed Jane's arm and pulled him bodily away, she turned back to Shawn, "Sorry about him, he has no people skills."
There was an exaggerated gasp from behind her, "Lisbon! I wouldn't say no people skills, just-"
"Jane! Lets focus on the case please?"
Jane winked at Shawn before he was elbowed by Cho. Shawn heard Cho murmur, "Did you really have to do that?" and was surprised to see Jane look a little bashful.
Gus moved quickly behind Shawn, "You actually like that guy?"
"Well…I'm sure he's nicer when…he wants to be."
Vick cleared her throat and pulled out a rather thick file. She opened to the first page, and handed over a stack of photos of the victim, and began explaining what they knew. Lisbon flipped quickly through the photos and looked questioningly at the chief. "Has the body been moved?"
Vick paused, "Well…no, CSI is still going over the crime scene looking for evidence, however, as the body was found in the water, most of the biological evidence has been washed away."
"Be that as it may, we would still like to see the body."
Lassiter crossed his arms and glared at Lisbon, "Who put you in charge of this case?"
"The victim is the Governors cousin and he asked for us to lead this case, and as the ranking state officials we'll be taking point. Now. Where's the body?"