"I want to go to the capital." Shawn announced on a particularly rainy day to his best friend. Gus didn't even look up from the laptop on his desk.
"Why?" He demanded.
"There's this guy I read about recently. His name is Patrick Jane. He works with the Sacramento Police solving murders." Shawn explained, looking around the office for the sneakers that he had kicked off earlier. Gus looked up with surprise.
"Isn't that what we do? You hate competition." He pointed out.
"There's this one case that he can't solve. A serial killer named Red John. He can't catch him. I want to try." Shawn nealt over to tie his recently re-discovered shoes. Gus stood up, almost involuntarily.
"Red John? The Red Jonh?" He demanded.
"Yeah. Why?" Shawn snatched Gus's keys off a nail near the door and headed out toward the small, blue Echo.
"He's one of California's most well known serial killers." Gus said, following closely behind him.
"I thought that was Mr. Yang." Shawn frowned, sliding into the driver's side and starting the ignition.
"It was, until we caught her." Gus informed him.
"What about Mr. Yin?" Shawn asked, as Gus slid, somewhat awkwardly into the passenger seat.
"He is priority number two."
"Why?" Gus shrugged.
"I don't know. How do we know Yin is a guy anyway. Yang was a girl." Gus braced himself as Shawn made a sharp turn through a red light and onto the highway.
"They're oposites." Shawn said, his voice getting tight, as it always did when Yin and Yang were brought up. It bugged him that he couldn't solve the case. The two faded into scilence, until Gus turned on the radio, for what he was sure to be a very long drive.
"Did you see this week's episode of Bones?" Shawn asked, unable to stand the quiet, and thus making idle chatter.
"I really didn't expect Ange and Hodgins to get married in jail. I thought they would go all out again." Gus said, much more somfortable than he had been a minute ago. Maybe the drive wouldn't be so long after all.