Carlton immediately called for backup when they saw the dog outside the house.

Shawn and Gus watched as S.W.A.T. was called in and entered the house. Then when they exited the detectives, police chief and forensics entered. Something was wrong. They should have brought the two men out. They were their own kidnappers, that amount of forensics crew and paramedics shouldn't be needed. "We need to get in there."

"Shawn, they told us to stay out. You didn't help by asking S.W.A.T. to issue you a luger."

"It was a joke! I spew shit when I'm focused elsewhere." Shawn walked towards the house with Gus following reluctantly. "We both know I'm qual-"

"Oh, watch out!" Gus jumped back as Camden's golden retriever ran up to them. Shawn immediately crouched down to play with the dog.

"Watch out for what? It's tongue?"

"That thing could be vicious!"

"Oh yeah. Diabolical even with its calculated decoy tail wagging." Shawn petted the energetic dog, but frowned at the blood on its face. Interesting.

"That's blood on its whiskers!"

Shawn stood up and started heading towards the house again. "Yeah, it's blood."

Gus flinched away when the dog headed towards him and followed Shawn. An officer walked over.

"Mr. Spencer, follow me." The officer led them into the house.

Shawn could smell the blood before they entered. "Gus, buddy, I don't think you should come in… I can sense it's not pretty." Shawn headed inside. Gus could make the choice himself.

"Fuck." The sight was nothing new to him, but he saw these two guys less than 12 hours ago, joking around the fire.

He took in the scene with a sharp eye. One shot, seemingly suicide. One on the ground, blood on table edge suggests blunt force trauma. Potential accident. Coffee cup on ground. Coffee on stove. Coffee spilled from potential confrontation. But the gun… it's held incorrectly for that kind of suicide. There's no blood on his hands. The shot was close, that doesn't add up.

Carlton stared at Shawn and watched as his eyes roamed the scene. He watched conclusions form and saw anger forming under the surface. This hadn't been what Shawn claimed to see.

Shawn took a step forward and was stopped by an officer.

"Mr. Spencer, I will see you and Mr. Guster back at the station. You can leave."

For a second, Carlton saw protest form on the tip of Shawn's tongue, before he seemed to straighten his back, nod, and leave without a word. Guess the military was helpful after all. They didn't need him spewing anymore psychic gibberish while they had a scene to wrap up.

Gus and Shawn headed to the station, stopping for lunch on the way. By the time they reached the station, Shawn was 99.99% certain that it was not murder-suicide. It didn't add up like that.

They got to the station at the same time as the Chief and followed her inside. She spoke to them in their office and Shawn pretended to listen. His mind was racing through hundreds of scenarios.

"We'll be sure to call on you again, Mr. Spenser. And even though this case didn't end up exactly the way we hoped, I thank you for your services." Shawn accepted the check and handed it to Gus.

"Thank you." Gus smiled and stood to leave.

"You're making a huge mistake. This case isn't closed."

The other room occupants stared in shock. "Pardon me?"

"Murder, suicide? Come on. You're buying that?"

The Chief was not happy. "I'm not buying anything. Those are the facts."

Gus interjected. "I'll buy it."

"I understand. I do. You'd like to shut the book on this as quickly as possible. It's fine." Shawn leaned forward, challenging the Chief. "Before they got the ransom money? Why? What did they have to fight about before they got the cash? They were chatting and fine just last night!" Shawn rose to his feet.

"Oh they were?"

"Yes! I saw them."

The Chief sighed. "Psychic visions" weren't going to help without proof. "Might I remind you Mr. Spencer-."

"It's Ser-." Gus elbowed Shawn right in the ribs, cutting off his words.

"You are not a detective."

"You're right, but it doesn't add up. Just look at the suicide! It was a sloppy cover-up!" People outside the office turned to look at the man yelling at their Chief.

"That's enough, Mr. Spencer!" Shawn stepped back immediately and his arms went behind his back. He knew when authority needed to be respected.

"I just need to speak to the witnesses again."

"Absolutely not. This conversation is over. Dismissed." Chief pointed at the door. Gus dragged Shawn from the room.

"What are you doing? That was the Chief of Police. You have no authority here, Shawn."

"They were alive just 12 hours before, Gus. Something happened. I'm missing something." He noticed Mr. McCallum talking to the detectives. A bandage on his arm? That was not there yesterday. "I need to talk to that guy." He headed for the conference room.

"Whoa, whoa. No. You've embarrassed us enough for one day." Gus pulled Shawn to a halt.

"Just for a second. We're brothers in arms; we'll get along perfectly."

"Make no mistake, Shawn, I will kill you. Let's go."

Shawn laughed. "I appreciate the fact that you think you can beat me up. Not including my training, our last scuffle even proves otherwise."

"Are you talking about the Cinnamon Festival?"

"Yes, you do remember!"

"Okay. First of all, I was six. And I had a cast!"

"Which many would construe as a clear advantage. It's like having a weapon attached to your arm." Shawn swung his arm around in example. Their loud conversation and motions drew attention from many in the department.

Gus noticed the Chief looking their way. She was not pleased they were still on the premises. "Oh, great, now the Chief is staring right at us." She spoke to the detectives and Lucinda headed out of the conference room and straight to them.

"Mr. McCallum!" Shawn rushed to the conference room.

Lucinda held out a hand and forced him to stop. "Chief wants them left alone."

"Well, we all want to be left alone."

"Some more than others."

"What's with his wrist?"

If Lucinda was affected by the whiplash topic change, she didn't blink an eye. "You don't give up, do you?"

"I do give up. All the time. Mostly before I was 4 feet tall. But not until the moment is right. Now come on. I know you don't think this adds up either." Shawn knew he'd get more from her than Carlton.

Lucinda lowered her voice. "Okay, rumor is he tried to off himself."

"Off himself." Okay, maybe Carlton actually would give him more. "The war hero? The man who's seen everything? No. That's not it. That's definitely not it."

"You know everything, don't you?"

"It's scary, isn't it? Something is going on, and I'm gonna find out what it is."

Carlton left the conference room and headed towards them, ready to forcibly remove Shawn from his life. "No. You're not going anywhere near that man." He wrapped his arm around Shawn's shoulders and walked him away from the Chief and Mr. McCallum. He led his ex away from everyone. "In fact, Spencer, I'm going to make certain you never hear from the department again."

"I'm getting strong vibrations that you might be wrong." He motioned to Gus to not follow them as Carlton led him down an empty hallway.

"Quit the bullshit. I know you and your past, at least whatever lies you told me. Whether you're military or an idiot, I know for a fact that you're not a psychic. You're messing with real police work and treating it like some game." Carlton blocked Shawn against the wall. "Two people are dead because of it. I saw your shock. You last saw them alive."

Carlton caught Shawn off-guard again. He couldn't even come up with a response before Carly kept talking.

"I don't know how you knew where they were, but I have a feeling you postponed informing us so you could act your part." He tapped Shawn's temple for emphasis. "They're dead because you're waltzing around here putting on a show. This is real life, Shawn. Start acting like an adult." Carlton stepped back.

"Whoa, hold on a second." He yanked Carlton back, stopping him from storming off. Carlton stumbled back into his space, placing their faces mere inches apart. "I never lied to you, Carly. I have been in the military for 11 years and am a Sergeant First Class. For classified reasons I am on leave until further notice, with a completely new history. Yesterday morning I came in and was treated like a low-life criminal for offering a tip and when you didn't believe me, you forced my hand." He planted a hand on Carlton's chest and shoved him back a step. "I am psychic. Maybe I don't need all the theatrics, but don't think for a second, I don't know this is real. Very real. At the moment, I am the only one is this building who doesn't have their head up their ass. This case isn't over."

Shawn slipped something into Carlton's pocket before storming off. He needed Carly to take his word and keep looking into the case. He walked straight into Gus who had seen most of their close conversation.

They walked to the Blueberry in silence and Shawn ignored how his heart still skipped a beat being that close to Carlton Lassiter. Once in the safety of their fruit-named vehicle Gus turned to his best friend. "Is there something I don't know?"

"Remember those couple years I visited a ton and claimed it was because I missed your shiny melon."

Gus nodded. "And I claimed you were seeing someone…Oh. My. God!"

Shawn smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I was kind of seeing Lassie."

"Detective Lassiter?! He looks like he hates your guts. What the hell did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! Have a little faith. We never had a future, I guess he realized that. I came back from that tough mission in 2001, and he was engaged." Shawn shrugged. "Now can you drop me off at my bike? I need to clear my head."


Carlton glanced around the bedroom he'd become accustomed to for the past two days. He finished buckling his belt when he realized he was staring, again. He leaned against the dresser. His shirt could wait.

The man before him may as well have been sculpted from tan stone. Carlton's eyes trailed down the chiseled muscles, remembering how each one felt under his hands. His gaze stopped at the waistband of the man's jeans, before returning upward, taking in each scar that marred the smooth skin. He subconsciously licked his lips as he committed the intricate Special Forces tattoo to memory. Crisscrossed arrows were under an up facing dagger and surrounded by a black banner with the phrase "De Oppresso Libre." Below the insignia reads two words: Hell Hounds. From the few details Carlton was given, that's the name the man's team goes by.

"If you keep staring like that, I guarantee we both will be late." Shawn stopped shoving his few belongings into a duffle bag to smile over at Carlton. "Your shirt is on the couch, by the way."

Carlton smiled and left the room to collect his shirt. In the two days he'd know Shawn, it seemed that the man could always tell what he was thinking. In those two days, he'd grown to enjoy Shawn's energetic, childlike personality mixed with a mature intelligence that matched, if not surpassed Carlton's own. That man in the other room was a walking contradiction.

Sadly, Carlton had to go to work and Shawn had a plane to catch.

Shawn sashayed out of the bedroom with his packed bag. "Alright, Carly Town, Gus is here to take me to my big bird in the sky."

"I will miss your nicknames least of all."

"Aw, Lassie-frass, does that mean you'll miss me?" Shawn dropped his bag by the door and sauntered into Carlton's personal space. Carlton used a belt loop on Shawn's jeans to pull him even closer.

"Maybe those abs," he slid his hand under Shawn's t-shirt to trace them. "Or those talented lips." He pulled the other man into a deep kiss before letting it slow down to a gentle slide of lips. When they separated, they both wore smiles.

"Well, if you miss my lovable personality, the phone number for my apartment in Washington and my email are both in your pocket. Feel free to reach out, Carlton." Shawn stepped back and opened the door, locking the apartment up after they both exited. They parted without another word.

It took two weeks for Carlton to reach out.

"You might want to ask yourself who you're trusting in this case that maybe you shouldn't." That was all Shawn got out of his dad at lunch and Henry wouldn't give any more advice on the drive back to his bike. Now he sat outside the McCallum offices with his camera waiting for potentially the person he shouldn't have trusted.

He watched Katarina exit the offices through his camera lens. He snapped a few shots, her kissing her boyfriend…That is not the way a grown man kisses a grown woman… Her looking around suspiciously, and…was that stacks of money in the bag. Ransom drop? Oh, Katarina. He had even considered flirting with her.

Shawn packed away his camera and hopped on his bike. He followed her efficiently and from a safe distance. When she pulled down an alley, he swiftly drove down an adjacent street and entered the alley a block away.

Katarina climbed out of her car and talked with a guy who exited the employee entrance from the left of the alley. Shawn watched through his camera as she handed the bag off. Huh. The bag didn't look like money anymore, but it was definitely the same bag. Then he caught the mystery guy's hat, Carol's Thrift Store. He needed that bag.

Two hours later he walked into Gus' office as his friend was packing up to go. "Hold up, check this out." He handed his best friend the tablet with photos of the bag side by side. One showed ransom money indents, the other showed it was clothes.

"Why were you stalking Katarina?"

"I had to make sure she wasn't guilty. She's not, so it's irreverent."

"You mean irrelevant."

"I've heard it both ways."

Gus rolled his eyes. Shawn set the bag down and quickly searched it and the lining. He came up empty.

"What, they didn't happen to leave a ransom note inside?"

Shawn pulled several twenty dollar bills from his pocket and laid them out in the bag. He ran through the math in his head. "So we've got five stacks going across. You figure four going long ways. Ten stacks in each pile based on the wear and the indentation, depending on the denomination, uh, this could easily be $5 million."

"You're kidding."

Shawn ran through the math again. "Give or take."

"You got that from a groove on the side and a photo?"

"Come on, Gus. Any small child could've figured that out."

"So, somebody at that house paid a ransom?"

"Mhm. Or tried to." If a ransom was paid and that was behind the murder-suicide, it would have been at the house. There were indents on the bag, so someone definitely filled the bag with the money. If it was back at the McCallum residence, then that left Katarina or Mr. McCallum. Katarina wouldn't have been contacted for a ransom, Camden and Orso would have gone to the man with the money. Therefore, Mr. McCallum would have gathered the ransom. But what happened? He had no motive to kill his son and friend. Accident?

Shawn was thrown from his thoughts by his cell phone ringing. He answered with a smile. "Carly, I knew you'd call."

Carlton sipped at his scotch while he waited for Sha-Spencer to show up. He couldn't believe the idiot was able to convince him to bring these files home, to show Spencer no less. He could get in serious trouble. His doorbell rang and Carlton down the rest of the scotch. He set his glass down and went to answer the door.


Shawn rolled his eyes, still using last names. Fine. Two could play this game. "Lassiter. Did you bring the files?"

Lassiter lead the way into the living room where the files were on the coffee table. "Yes, but I don't know why."

"I know why." Shawn walked over and started flipping through Malcolm Orso's file. "Because we both know this case is nowhere near closed. I know you caught that it wasn't possible to be a suicide."

"That's just a hunch. Hunches and gut feelings aren't admissible in court, Shawn."

Shawn smiled and glanced up at Carlton. "Ah, finally, back to Shawn."

Carlton glowered at the shorter man. He watched as Shawn read through the file.

"Hold up. It says Orso was seen in the town near the cabin?"

Carlton nodded and took a seat on the sofa. Shawn followed suit. "Yeah, twice. Earlier in the week by a store owner."

"What was he buying?"

"Nothing. The old man saw him on the street." Carlton tried to figure out what was going on inside Shawn's head.

"Same old man sees him two times?"

Carlton nodded. "Yeah. Orso had one of those modified mufflers on his Nova. You could hear him a block away." He watched as things started to click in Shawn's mind.

So Mr. McCallum made the ransom drop, he already knew that. The man who showed up today with a bandaged wrist, potential suicide? But why would he shoot and kill his son and best friend? The blood on the counter! What if Mr. McCallum recognized Orso's known Nova, followed it on a hunch and found them at the cabin! He got into a fight with them, shoved them into the table. It was an accident! The other must have walked in at the wrong time, and had to have been taken care of! It all fits!

"So who did it?"

Shawn jolted from his thoughts. "What?"

"Who killed them?"

"It was Mr. McCallum."

"Shawn that's ridiculous."

"Is it? Who would have paid the ransom, huh? It would have been Mr. McCallum, and if they picked up the ransom in the Nova, he would have recognized it and figured it all out. But it was all an accident. At least the first death, the guy just hit his head on the table. But the second death, that shot was intentional, to cover up the murder. Murder-Suicide would fit perfectly, it almost fooled you guys."

"Shawn all of that is speculation. We don't even think a ransom was paid."

"I know a ransom was paid."

"And how could you possibly know that?"

Shawn almost explained exactly how he knew, but Lassie would just accuse him of messing with the case by keeping information from them. So he tapped his fingers to his temple. "I just know."

Carlton rolled his eyes. "You're not a damn psychic, Spencer. None of this helps us solve the case. You don't have any proof to back up any of these ridiculous accusations."

"I just laid it all out for you, Lassiter. What more proof do you need?"

"Actual proof, you've given me nothing."

Shawn stood up in frustration and tossed the file back onto the table. "Fine, I'll get you more proof." He walked out of the living room and towards the entry way.

"Don't you bother that family, Spencer. The Chief told you to stay away." Carlton followed Shawn.

"You can't have it both ways, Carly. If you want proof, then I've got to go and find some. I'm right about this, you'll see." Shawn left Carlton's house, slamming the door behind him. He knew Mr. McCallum did it, now he just needed to get the guy to admit to it.

Shawn and Gus enter the McCallum residence and wait in the entry.

"I don't see what you need to talk to Katarina again."

"Yeah, well, I sort of lied about that. We're not here to see Katarina."

Gus looked confused. "Who are we here to see?"

Mr. McCallum headed down the stairs towards them. "This is highly inappropriate, Mr. Spencer. The investigation is over."

Gus looked at his friend in shock, the Chief has specifically told them to leave this man alone.

"What if they got the wrong man?" Shawn asked.

Mr. McCallum sighed. "And who would the right man be?"


Gus stared at his friend in disbelief. There's no way they came here to accuse this man in his own home, without any evidence. The look on Shawn's face told him that's exactly why they were there. Fuck.

Mr. McCallum glared at the two men in his entry and led them both back to his office.

"Mr. McCallum, I didn't have anything to do with this." Gus thought he'd at least cover his own ass for when this blew up in their faces.

Mr. McCallum paid Gus no mind, focus solely on Shawn. "I killed my own son?"

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think you meant to."

"You're not a detective. You're not even a cop."

"You're right. I'm a psychic." And a damn Sergeant in the military. "And I saw the whole thing." Shawn closed his eyes, put two fingers to his temple and replayed his memories in his mind. "I see a ransom drop. You're doing everything they ask. You didn't call the police. You're thinking of nothing but the safety of your son. After all, what's $5 million to you?"

Shawn opened his eyes and motions in front of him. "I can see it. You're driving away. Something strange happens. You recognize the car. You pass it on the hill. It's Malcom Orso's. You've seen it hundreds of times at your house ever since high school. Maybe it confirms a suspicion that you already have. You know where they are. You know the cabin."

A slight panic showed on Mr. McCallum's face for just a second. Shawn knew he was right.

Shawn gets drawn back into his thoughts. "He's making coffee." He looked at McCallum's face. "You didn't mean to kill him, did you? No. Just knock him around a little bit. Teach him a lesson. But he falls to the floor. He slams his head on the oak table. He's dead. You know he's dead."

A sadness took over Mr. McCallum's features, before he got himself together and turned away.

"Orso walks in, finds you. He's got a half-ass pistol, but he's no criminal. You know there's only one way to cover your tracks. You take care of him too. Make it look like a suicide. Then you come home, inform the police, and you wait. You wait for a ransom call that will never come."

Mr. McCallum takes a seat, in shock that Shawn has somehow figured it all out.

"Police eat it up. It's easy to look shaken after all you've done." Shawn glanced at the man's wrist. "You might even be willing to take your own life."

"You have an overactive imagination." Mr. McCallum was outraged. "Perhaps a side-effect of your gift."

Gus walked over. "Shawn, we need to go."

"Not yet." Shawn just needed two more minutes to get this guy to confess.

"I'm about to throw up on a Turkish carpet." The whole story had Gus beyond nauseous.

"No, you're not."

"It's in my esophagus."

Shawn rolled his eyes and remembered where they passed a bathroom. "Second door on the left. Turn on the fan and flush." Gus bolted from the room.

"I will not have this incident rehashed over and over again." How dare this man accuse him on murder.

"I know what your relationship was with your son."

"Oh, really."

"I have a father that I disappoint all the time." Shawn sat down across from the older man.

"I'm sure you do."

"I know how you feel. This was it. This was the straw that broke the camel's back, wasn't it? To think 18 months ago, he sat across from you, looked you right in the eye and said, "Dad, I'm going to clean up my act this time. This time, I am going to change. I swear." To know that he duped you and you fell for it all over again must've sent you into a state that even you can't believe."

Mr. McCallum almost considered the man's words before standing. Shawn jumped to his feet as well. "Mr. Spencer, I've been assured by the Lieutenant Governor that this case will not cast a pall over my family. But I can assure you, it's gonna cast one over yours."

"My very first case, I'm already being threatened." It doesn't phase Shawn at all, he's seen way worse that Mr. McCallum. "Wow."

Gus busted into the room. "Shawn, let's go."

"Not quite finished."

"We're going, now." Gus walked over and dragged Shawn with him.

Mr. McCallum nodded. "Listen to your friend."

Shawn stopped Gus before they could leave the room. He pointed at Mr. McCallum. "I'll be back."

"No, you won't."

Shawn smirked and left the room with Gus. They were quickly escorted out of the residence by the staff. "Okay, we're going. We're clearly going. Alright!" They walked back to the Blueberry.

Shawn couldn't believe his friend dragged him out of there, he was so close! "Dude, what are you doing? We had him on the ropes."

"It wasn't the right tack."

"Oh, you're the expert now?"


Shawn couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What?"

"Consumine. It's for dog bites. I have some samples."

"Gus, what are you saying to me?"

"I'm saying there was a bottle of it in the medicine cabinet, prescribed Wednesday. You wonder why he had on that long-sleeved shirt in the heat that first day?"

It all clicked in Shawn's mind. "Oh, my gosh. The blood on the dog's teeth!" They climbed into the Blueberry.

"We're never getting back in there."

"I know. Just give me a second." He rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking."

Gus shook his head. "You look ridiculous."

Shawn had an idea. He pulled out his phone.

"Now what are you doing?"

"I'm calling the cops."

"For what? You hear the guy in there. They're never going to come."

It was obvious, Gus. "I'm not calling the cops on him. I'm calling the cops on us. Gus, we need this to play out in front of an audience with all the major players in place." The call connected and Shawn dropped his voice a level. "Yes, hello. I'm calling from the McCallum residence. There's an intruder here who simply won't leave. He's claiming to be a psychic that works for your department. Mr. McCallum is enraged, and he wants this handled by the highest authority possible. Please send the Chief immediately." Shawn hung up and turned to his best friend. "Did you really vomit?"

The cops showed up not even 10 minutes later. Mr. McCallum met the Chief out front and explained that her employees were harassing him and his staff. Lucinda and Carlton promptly handcuffed Shawn and Gus. "As you can see, Karen, this simply cannot happen."

Karen couldn't believe her ears. "It'll be taken care of. Believe me. He was given clear instructions to stay away."

Carlton was shocked that Spencer had gone out of his way to ignore both his own and the Chief's warnings. He was thrilled to see Shawn finally get what was coming to him. "It's times like this I remember why I love my job so much."

"Anytime, Shawn." Gus was already sick of being in handcuffs.

Shawn smirked, he was about to make a fool out of Carlton and he was going to enjoy it. "He's getting cocky. Give it a sec."

"We're gonna be in a city jail in a sec."

"Here we are." Carlton opened the car door and helped Shawn hit his head against the car. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

Gus shot Shawn a look, who nodded.

"Ah, something's happened!" Shawn started to shake and squirm.

Carlton was not amused. "Oh, stop it."

"Gus! Something's happening!"

"Stop it!" Lassiter pushed the man away and Shawn flopped down onto the ground. Lassiter stopped any officers from approaching. "Wait." Everyone turned to watch the show.

"Ah! Ah. The dog!"

"Shut up."

Shawn closed his eyes to seem lost in a vision. "He's biting the intruder! He knows him! It's someone he knows! The dog knows him!"

Carlton had had enough. "Stop. Talking."

"Ouch! Ow! The teeth are digging in."

"Shut up!" Carlton reached down and dragged Shawn to his feet. He grabbed him around the middle and hoisted him off the ground. He carried Shawn to the car.

"Oh, there's blood! Ah! It's him! It's McCallum! I can see his face! The killer is McCallum! Check his wrist! Check his right wrist! The teeth marks will match up!"

Carlton put Shawn down and shoved him partially into the car.

McCallum was enraged and embarrassed by the whole spectacle. "Get him out of here!"

"Check the wrist!"

"No one is checking any part of me!"

The Chief watched the whole thing in silence. She didn't see how checking could hurt. "Why not?"


Carlton stopped struggling to get Shawn into the car.

The Chief shrugged. "We can close this out immediately. Discredit him right here. That's an awful wound you have bandaged there."

"This is outrageous!" Mr. McCallum approached the Chief. "Do you really want to do this?"

"We could do this now or I could call in a warrant."

"I'll call my lawyer."

The Chief nodded. "I'll be right here."

"I see a doctor! I'm seeing a doctor." Carlton went back to getting Shawn into the car, though Shawn was fighting him on it. "Dr. Bendali. And a word. Consumine. Yeah, it's for dog bites. The wound is fresh. Check the wound! It's a fresh wound. It's still a fresh wound."

McCallum knew he'd been caught. He turned to the Chief. "It was an accident. I-I didn't-."

Carlton couldn't believe it. How were all of Shawn's hunches completely correct. "What?"

The Chief motioned for officers to come arrest Mr. McCallum.

Carlton was pissed. Shawn had been 100% right last night, and he had no idea how he did it.

Gus looked pleased and turned to Lucinda. "You want to take these cuffs off of me, please?" Lucinda nodded and proceded to remove the cuffs. "Thank you."

Carlton leaned against the car next to Shawn. "How did you do that?"

Shawn almost wished he could tell Carlton how he did it, but he had to keep the story in place. Besides, Carlton had been an ass to him since the moment they reentered each other's lives. He could suck it, for awhile. "I wish I knew."

Carlton rolled his eyes and walked away without removing Shawn's cuffs. He could wait a bit. It had nothing to do with the racing heart Carlton had from briefly manhandling his ex.

Gus walked over and stood next to his best friend.

"Do you think this psychic stuff pretty much ruins my chances with Lassie?"

Gus rolled his eyes, how could that be what his friend was thinking about.

All Shawn could think about now was having been in Carlton's arms, no matter how brief it was.

Shawn returned to the precinct the next day and walked into the Chief's office. "There she is."

The Chief was shocked. "Don't ever walk into my office without knocking.

"I'm sorry. I got excited."

"You know what I'll do to you?" The Chief stood up and walked around her desk.

"Yes." Shawn could think of a few things.

"Oh, you do?"

"I'm a psychic."

The Chief briefly smiled. "I'm just finishing up in here. I'll be with you in a moment." She motioned for Shawn to step out of her office.

"That's all right, Karen. I gotta get going anyway." Shawn was shocked to see his dad in the Chief's office.

"Thank you very much for coming down." She shook Henry Spencer's hand. "You've been a big help."

Henry left the office. "Son."

"Dad." Shawn just hoped his dad hadn't just ratted him out. He could go to jail.

"Have a seat." The Chief motioned for Shawn to sit and he did. She took a seat as well. "I was considering adding you to my speed dial, Mr. Spencer. But I would be remiss if I didn't do a little background check, don't you think?

"Uh, yes?"

"I asked your dad how long you've had the gift."

Well, fuck. "Look, my father's memory is pretty cloudy."

"Oh, it certainly is. His recollection doesn't match up with your assertion at all."

"I can explain that."

"You said you've had this ability your whole life."

"Well…whole life. I mean, it's a bit of a gray area."

"He said you didn't get it until you were 18."

Oh, so Henry didn't rat him out. Shocking. "He said that?" The Chief nodded. "Wow. That is just like him. The man simply refuses to acknowledge my abilities, my gifts. Can we discuss my fee?"

"There's a check in the cage." Shawn got to his feet. "Sign for it and then come back in."

"Come-come back in here? Why?"

"You familiar with a chop shop in Summerland?" The Chief handed him a file.

Shawn ran out of the station and spotted his dad. "Dad!"

Henry stopped climbing into his truck. "So are you gonna continue with this little charade?"

"Well, it sort of gives me carte blanche, you know. I mean, I can work cases for the department. I can do private jobs. In fact, I've already got another case."

Henry nodded. "Be aware. This is the last time I cover for you, pal." He climbed into his truck. "I'm not okay with this, Shawn. Any of it."

Shawn noticed his dad had a copy of the news report ran this morning about Shawn solving the case. Shawn smiled, maybe his dad was proud of him after all. "I don't expect you to be, dad." Henry started his truck and drove off.

Shawn drove Gus in the Blueberry to a beachfront office. Their office. He parked out front and pointed to the sign on the window. "Awesome!" They climb out of the car and Shawn waved his hands at their new property.

"Psych? As in, 'got you.'"

"Or as in 'psychic.'" Shawn led the way inside.

"You named your fake detective agency Psych? Why don't you just call it, "hey, we're fooling you and the police department. Hope we don't make a mistake and someone dies because of it.""

"First of all, Gus, that name is entirely too long. It would never fit on the window. And secondly, the best way to convince people you're not lying to them is to tell them you are." It made perfect sense.

"Whatever, Shawn. It's your agency. Go for it."

"Actually, it's our agency." He pulled out the lease and showed it to Gus. "I put your name on the lease as well. Tell me. Does that look anything like your signature? I gave it a shot." Who was he kidding, Shawn knew that was a perfect signature match.

Gus didn't believe what he was hearing. "This better be a joke."

"Don't worry. You won't have to do a thing. I have worked out every last detail."

"What's your dental plan?"

"Don't get cavities."

"Health plan?"

"Same, but with hepatitis and shingles."

"So I'm supposed to quit my job, skip over, and do this for no guaranteed money."

"No guaranteed money, but all guaranteed fun!"

"No! No more cases, Shawn. It was fun for a few days. But you're supposed to be laying low and I have a real job."

"Well, it's gonna have to be fun for a minimum of six months, or we'll have to pay a lease penalty. Which would be a blemish on your otherwise very impressive credit report. Besides, I'm tired of laying low, I want to do something fun."

Gus rolled his eyes. "You solved one mystery and now you're renting office space?"

"Gus, I've solved a bunch of mysteries. For instance, the mystery of who kept stealing your newspaper. Answer: me! The mystery of what we're doing this weekend. Hint. It involves dragsters. And finally, the mystery that is the case the chief just brought me in on."

That got Gus' attention. "You got another case already?"

"A car thief got poisoned by his boss. He used something over the counter." Now to real Gus in. "Phisdine. No. Phisadirble. No."


"That's it!"

"Wow. How'd he do that?"

"I'll tell you on the way."

"Just for today, right?"

"Absolutely." They head out of the office and back to the Blueberry.

Carlton was furious. First he had to now put up with Spencer on cases, then he realized his feelings for this man were not going away anytime soon. Now he just lost one of the best partners he ever had and was going to have to deal with a newbie! Shawn reentered his life and had thrown a wrench at him at every turn. Carlton was sick of it.

He parked his car and stormed up to the apartment he knew belonged to the idiot. He repeatedly slammed his fist against the door until said idiot opened the door.

"Dude, chill!" Shawn looked up and noticed it was Carlton at the door. "Carly, it's like midnight, what do you want?"

"I want you to leave like you always do. I'm sick of you interfering on my cases and I'm sick of you spewing information that's not yours to share."

"Is this about Lucinda getting transferred? It was bound to happen eventually, you weren't happy with that relationship anyway. Besides, your next partner will be great." He brought a hand to his temple. "I just know it."

"You're not psychic, Spencer!"

"You have no proof that I'm not, Carlton." Shawn stepped into Carlton's personal space. "Now why don't you tell me the real reason you're here, because I don't think it's to yell at me for things I can't change. I'm here for the foreseeable future, Lassie-frass, and you're going to have to deal with that."

Carlton was called out. He thought he had come to yell, but he knew the real reason he had showed up at Shawn's door this late. So he did what he came to do. He pulled Shawn into a heated kiss. Shawn immediately kissed him back and the two of them stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind them.

Let me know what you think! I am considering adding more episodes to this story. Would y'all be interested in that? Thanks for reading! :)