A/n- Just a reminder, this is a very AU fiction, so the characters may be OOC. I know.. lol. Thanks for reading!

Chapter Five

Shawn was lucky. He had escaped the battle with no wounds, but yet he still had to be checked out by a doctor at Headquarters. For the meantime he decided to walk around for a little bit; try to find the rest of his team. He headed towards Cooper's office, but stopped before opening the door. He heard yelling.

"Who made the call to send that girl after my daughter," the angry voice yelled. Shawn figured that it was the U.S. General. "Who made the call?!" Shawn looked behind him to see Agent Keen sitting about twenty feet away playing with something around her wrist. He went over and leaned against the wall.

"Hey."

"Hey," she said softly without looking up.

"What's up?" She looked up at him with a strange expression on her face.

"What do you mean 'what's up'?!" She glared at him for a second and then went back to looking at the bracelet she wasn't wearing earlier that morning. Maybe 'what's up' wasn't the best greeting after what had just happened. He just couldn't get out of the SBPD mindset. Yeah, they were professional at the SBPD, but his antics were known. Not welcomed, but they knew how to ignore him. Here? It was a completely different story. Shawn looked down at his watch.

"It's almost lunch and I know a great burger place just down the street. Want to go and grab something?"

Xxx

By the time they were leaving Kraze Burgers, the mood had changed completely. It was as if Liz had forgotten about what had just happened, just as Shawn wanted. He tried to keep up small talk to distract them both. He didn't care for stressful cases such as this one, and he was sure Liz wasn't used to the stress cases bring. When silence came again, he tried to think of something that would start another long conversation.

"Can I ask you a personal question," he asked as he threw away his fry container when they pasted a trash can. She thought for a minute.

"It depends," she responded after eating her last fry. "But ask anyways."

"Why did you choose to become a psychologist?"

"Well," she paused, trying to think of a good way of explaining it. "My biological mother is a psychologist. That's what got me interested in psychology. I've always wanted to meet her, so it kind of helps me feel connected with her."

"You don't know her?"

"No." She looked down at her feet before continuing. "There were… circumstances… when I was born. She had to put me up for adoption. Of course I don't remember anything about her, but I was told she's a psychologist." Shawn nodded not knowing what to say. Luckily, Liz had a question for him. "How do you do it? How are you always able to pull a joke out of thin air? Especially in serious situations." Now it was his turn to be reluctant to share something that not many people know about him.

"When I was seven my mom left my dad and I. Joking around was my way of coping. I guess it just kind of stuck." Liz nodded. She opened her mouth to ask something else, but she hesitated for a moment.

"Agent Spencer-"

"Shawn."

"Shawn. Are you really a psychic?" Shawn started laughing. "What? It was a serious question!"

"Yeah, but you already had your question." They stopped to punch back in from their lunch break.

"You had two." Shawn was about to say some kind of witty remark that would stop the conversation about his secret, but a booming voice cut him off.

"Keen, Spencer! Where have you been," Cooper yelled. "We've been trying to reach you!"

"We went to get some lunch," Shawn said confused.

"Why? You cannot just leave!"

"When I was here before-"

"When you were here before there were completely different circumstances. One of the most wanted fugitives hadn't called you out. Plus you both just made a huge mistake that had the General's daughter kidnapped." Cooper closed his eyes and pinched the brim of his nose. "Both of you need to report back to The Post Office immediately.

Xxx

Shawn sat in a room that he knew was an interrogation room. Besides the table, the polygraph machine on said table, three chairs, a video camera pointed directly at him, and a large mirror on the other side of the room; the room was completely empty.

Suddenly the door adjacent to mirror clicked open and two people walked in. The first was a man that was at least twice his size. The second was a younger woman. She looked to be no more than 27. She was wearing a visitor's badge while the man was clearly with the FBI. There was an audible click of a lock once the door was shut.

"I'm an FBI agent. I don't think that's necessary," Shawn said with a laugh.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're not. You're a "psychic detective" working with the FBI," the agent said. "Stand." Shawn quickly stood as the agent wrapped a cord around him and slipped a blood pressure cuff onto his newly exposed arm. When Shawn was seated again, he saw that the girl had hooked the camera up to a laptop and started taking notes on a clipboard. Once the man started the machine he said, "State your title and name."
"Mr Shawn Spencer." Both people looked up at Shawn.

"Your title-"

"You just told me I wasn't an agent." From the looks he got, he figured it wasn't a time to mess around. This was different from the time he was hooked to a polygraph machine with Carlton. These people where professionals; they knew what they were doing. He decided that whatever they were going to ask him, he was going to tell the truth. His dad did teach him how to beat one of these, but it wasn't worth the risk. "Special Agent Shawn Spencer."

"Before this morning, did you ever have personal contact-or contact of any kind- with Raymond Reddington?"

"No."

"Have you ever been convicted of a crime?"

"Yes." The agent looked at Shawn for an explanation. "It was petty." He waved his hand. "The arresting officer was my father. He did it to teach me a lesson."

"Did Reddington notify you before he surrendered himself to the FBI?"

"I just said that I have never had spoken to the man before this morning." They both looked at him. "No."

"Are you actually psychic?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you a psychic?"

"I don't see what this has to do with anything."

"Just answer the question." He started to feel anxiety. Déjà vu hit him hard.

You have to answer that one. You're on your own, kid.

And that was the truth. He was on his own. On his own in Washington D.C., and a little girl's life depended on him and his new partner. As much as he wanted to cower behind the lies and the life built on them, he had to push through.

"No." He felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of his chest.

"How were you informed that Reddington had turned himself in?"
"Agent Mira Malik flew to Santa Barbara to inform me."

The agent nodded as stopped the machine. The girl kept writing things down as Shawn was unhooked.

"You are free to go Agent Spencer. You are still under investigation, but you will be informed whether you are cleared or not." Shawn quickly go up left the room to find Cooper standing outside in the corridor.

"Agent Cooper," Shawn called out walking up to the older man. "You sure cracked down on the rules here. You go out to grab a burger and come back to an interrogation!" Cooper shook his head and laughed.

"Everyone in the Post Office is under investigation. It wasn't just you."

"Where's Keen?"
"She's still getting her polygraph test done." He paused for a moment. "Reddington wants to speak with you."