Hello my amazing readers. New story! I will be updating this, along with my other ones on a regular Bases. hopefully.

Summary: Katie is new to Santa Barbra. She has grown up in buffalo her whole life. When suddenly, her life is changed and she is somehow IN her favorite T.V show Psych, can she find a way to survive? Carlton/OC and Shawn/Juliet eventually.

They will be going episode by episode and revealing more information on what happened to Katie. You may be a little confused when she thinks about somethings. Don't worry, its normal. Just save it in your memory for later and keep reading. Also, you may not get the title. Also normal.

You're not supposed to know what happened to Katie until Shawn and Gus know.

Disclaimer:

I don't Own Psych. Some words were copied right out of an episode. I don't own that. I only own Katie.

A/n Update: I am updating this story! I'm not changing anything really. What I am doing is fixing any grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm also adding in details, emotion, actions and anything I think will help enhance the story. Once I finish updating every chapter I will update Season 2.

So people who have read, feel free to reread and maybe learn some new things this time.

Chapter 1

65 Million Years Off Part 1

Or

20 Years Off Part One

"Hello? Anyone there?" I called out. From what I remember, he was either at his dad's, at the morgue, or here at this point.

"Why hello there. " Shawn called out, popping up from behind the wall in their office. Gus came from around the corner and joined him. Looking at them I noticed Shawn had a very subtle look of stress. I used my "gift," not that I needed it considering I already knew this. But it was nice to see I could still pick out those details.

I'm Shawn Spencer and this is my partner Walker Dale Unity."

"Stop it Shawn" Gus said and gave me his flirting smile. I knew I was good looking, especially because I was in my work clothes, which were a gray pencil skirt and jacket with a light green cami. It was one I just bought today so I could fit in with the style. My clothing I had with me were a little too advanced for the time. This outfit and some other clothes cost me the last of my money, but it was worth it. My hair was down showing off its amazing curls. I had on some natural makeup to go with it. All in all, I looked pretty damn good.

"Hello Shawn. Hello Gus. You don't know how excited I am to see you." I said. My excitement had been growing since I realized I would get to meet people from my favorite show. Two of the people that helped shape me into who I am today. Well, really just Shawn but hey, Gus is awesome too. My mental thinking left them enough time to get over there shock of me actually knowing Gus' name. I walked, bouncing with every step, through the door into the other room.

"Wow. You guys really don't clean up at all. Do you?" I said, looking around. There were wrappers, plates, glasses and papers everywhere. Little toys were thrown about, including a skateboard, a furby and a little figure from Thundercats.

"I'm sorry. Do we know you?" Gus asked looking confused.

"With Shawn's perfect photographic memory, If you guys knew me he would remember me." I spoke again looking over the mess in the back room, separate from the rest of the office. Lots of boxes in there. I looked back up at the two of them and saw them gaping at me.

"What?" I asked smirking a little

"O.k. how do you know that." Shawn asked completely confused and wary.

" Don't worry. I won't turn you into the police. Quite the opposite. I want to help you. " I said. They looked at each other, then back at me

"We still don't understand." Gus said. I sighed. What could I do to convince them to let me help with the cases... I could feel my face smiling. I knew the perfect way to get Shawn to open up a bit.

"You guys know where I could get a pineapple smoothie? Then I'll gladly explain how I know these things." This had Shawn beginning to smile like me, but Gus wasn't convinced. Gus turned Shawn around, where they did their little argument thing which I found highly amusing. Shawn turned around and said,

"We will gladly show you to our favorite place to get an amazing fruit smoothie and then you can explain everything to us. Follow me" He said.

"Um. Shawn? Gus is the one with the shotgun car. Speaking of which, can you give me a ride to the smoothie place?" I said smiling sweetly.

" Sure." Gus said smirking, He obviously heard the shotgun thing. Shawn, didn't

"Shotgun" Shawn called out, already walking towards the door.

"Too late. I already called it. Think back to when I spoke" I told him. I could see the moment he realized I had called shot gun.

"Awe, man."

"So, Katie" Shawn said. I had told Gus and Shawn my name in the car" how do you know about me?"

We were sitting at the smoothie place. All of us had our drinks, and now it was my time to explain how I knew them. I figured I would go with the same lie Shawn tells everyone.

"I'm psychic." I told them. They both gave me this look, the one meaning 'you have got to be kidding me.' I set my drink down and the put my hands to my temple, replicating Shawn.

"I'm sensing a dog" I said " Lassie. No, not a dog. Something that starts with a D though. Doctor, no. Dancer. Not even close. Detective! A detective named Lassie. No, lassies your nickname for him. Lassiter. Carlton Lassiter. SBPD Head detective. Who wears a lot of jewels. No, around jewels. No a person, you nicknamed Julies. Juliet. His detective partner. Lassiter has been having a streak of solving cases and you're not getting hired. This morning you went to a crime scene. Saw a man with a bit mark in his back. You thought back to your younger years and remembered Gus's dinosaur head. It fit, but you looked like a fool because dinosaurs are extinct. To make a long vision short, you were hired on the case because the murder victim was actually a paleontologist. Even you didn't see that one coming."

Their eyes were wide opened, staring at me. Finally Shawn spoke.

"But that already happened. You could have been stalking me or something." While he said this, Shawn's eyes held something close to amazement and confusion. He didn't believe I was stalking him, no, but there was no way he believed that I was a psychic. I needed to dazzle him, like he dazzles others into going with his crazy plans.

"Shawn. I know the who, the where, the why the how. I know it all, On most if not all of the cases you get hired on for the next six or so years. Trust me." I paused here, serious me going out the window with the next sentence out of my mouth.

"Plus, If you do what I say, you and Gus will have a picture of yourself in the museum and later get to work on a case involving a curse and a mummy because of it."

"I have a question, Why don't you go to the police with all the information you have?" Gus asked.

"One, you guys are way more fun. Two, there are things I'm going to try to change in the future. I don't know how it will work out, but something's must change. But you guy also must realize, most things have to happen the way they do. I can't change too much, I can't risk that. Three, you really think lassafrass is going to believe a word out of my mouth? He will believe I'm just a part of the cases. I don't want to get arrested."

"Another question! What, for instance, has to happen?" Shawn asked.

"For one." I paused, really not wanting to say this out loud. " Shawn needs to get shot. " I said.

"He what!?" Gus exploded, causing some people to stare at us. I waited for Gus to calm down and people to look away to keep talking.

"He needs to get shot. It won't happen for a year or two. but it needs to happen. That's too big of an event to change. The thing I can change is me telling them where Shawn is because they literally walked right past you, Shawn, and didn't notice. "

"By they you mean...?" Shawn asked

"Lassie and your dad." I said shrugging and taking the last sip of my pineapple smoothie.

"So, you really are psychic?" Gus asked, looking a little scared at the idea of that being the truth. I sighed.

"Gus, honestly, me being psychic is fifty times more believable than the truth. Please try to trust me. My turn at a question."

"Ask away," Shawn said.

"Do you guys want my help? Bonus is, together we could solve more cases which would lead to more money for psych."

They looked at each other for a second before turning to me and saying "Yes"

"Awesome! " I said. This was turning out to be one of the best days of my life.

"So what do we do first?" Shawn asked.

"Simple. First, you tell me what was the last thing to happen before I came into psych so I can figure out what comes next. Then we tell the police that I'm your new psychic partner. I suggests the story should be that I found you guys by channeling magic head over there but you can make up whatever story. "

"That's a great idea, and I'm sure Lassie will love having another psychic." Shawn said. He stood up , throwing away his smoothie and me and Gus followed. We walked outside towards the blueberry and I thought of what Shawn said, about Lassiter being mad about having a new psychic around. I did have detective experience. Maybe I should mention that to Shawn.

"By the way, this may be good to know, I did go to the police academy and passed so technically I am a real cop, in fact, I have my detective badge, which may come in handy especially when lassie freaks because I have a gun."

"You have a gun?" Gus asked shocked.

"Yeppers. Want to see? " I asked excitedly. I was very proud of my gun and the fact that I had papers to carry it wherever I went. I had it on me at the moment, a fact that I'm sure didn't slip Shawn's observation.

"Umm. Maybe later.." Gus said. I turned to Shawn, hoping to make him see how beneficial it would be to have me around.

"You know what having another partner who is a girl means? You need to think of two names when we are introduced to new people!" I said. He smiled and started bouncing.

"Hell yes! This is great!" Shawn said, getting into the blueberry.

"Yep! Now I suggest we go to the dead guys house. Going to the museum first will be a bust and just put us behind. Right now, we need to psych back into the good graces of the Santa Barbra Police Department."

"Lets go then!" Shawn said.

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After looking through all the things at the paleontologist's house, we left to go outside when Lassiter and Juliet showed up.

"Spencer. Getting tired of- wait. Who is that? You didn't bring a date, did you?" Lassiter asked, pointing to me.

"Detectives." I said giving a handshake to each of them. "No, I am not Shawn's date. I am psych newest member, I also was a detective in buffalo before moving here. I came here because I, like Shawn, am a psychic."

Lassiter looked suspicious at me, and Juliet just smiled and looked friendly. She was probably happy to have another girl around all the guys. In an attempt to prove my psychic ability and win over the two detective, I continued talking.

"For instance, The code to the shed is 25329. Inside you will find missing tools used for excavation. One of them could be your murder weapon. They are probably in his or hers missing truck, so if you find the truck you find the murder weapon."

They stood there shocked for a second before Carlton growled out "Great. Another one." And Juliet gave me a smile. "Excuse Detective Lassiter over here. Its very nice meet you.."

"Katherine Noel, but please just call me Katie. You guys should get going trying to find the truck." I told them.

"Let's go O'Hara. Now." Lassie said menacingly and with a little wave the turned to leave. I had the greatest idea as he was walking away and decided to act upon the thought.

"At least I didn't call you lassie!" I called out after them. Shawn chuckled a little while Gus just frowned at my antics.

"Alright guys. I got them to not go inside. Where is a Ojhi fruit stand. There was boxes inside from there." I said. Shawn looked a little down so I said. "Shawn, you would have found that clue if we went in a second time. This was just faster though and gave more credibility to psych. I promise you will get plenty of opportunities to have psychic episodes coming up." I said. He smiled again.

"Come on guys! Lets get to shotgun Ojhi!" Shawn yelled. Walking towards the front of the house. Gus and I followed.

"Awe man." I said as we walked to the car, Shawn getting in the front.

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"A cluck cluck here." Shawn said pointing down.

We were in the chief's office. Gus, Shawn and I already went to the farm and checked everything out. We also got shot at, just like in the episode.

Even expecting it, the shooting caused adrenaline to course through my veins and myself to upholster my gun. Gus wanted me to shoot at the person, but I refused. We were on private property after all. I didn't want to be charged with anything, so I ended up putting the gun back and yelling for them to run. My cop instincts still instilled in me lead had me running behind Shawn and Gus, covering the civilians from the gunshots. It was interesting to say the least.

After I had introduced myself to the chief, Shawn started to go into 'psychic mode' to give the chief his clue. I decided to help, assuming that my impute would

"And a cluck cluck here" I chimed in. Shawn smiled, glad I was helping and that he was not the only one being completely ridiculous. Though he did enjoy being ridiculous.

"Here a cluck." He said pointing

"There a cluck" I said I said also pointing

"Everywhere a …" We both said at the same time.

"Cluck?" The chief supplied. "Let me guess, you have a name. McDonald perhaps?"

"No, Not a name. A farm.." Spencer said. "With an old farmer."

Just then, Lassiter and Juliet came in and revealed that they solved the case.

"I don't buy it." Spencer said giving me a fleeting look. I nodded slightly saying he was right, that the case wasn't so simple.

"What part exactly, the damning evidence or the murder weapon." Lassiter said sarcastically.

"There is more going on in this case. You're picking up the wrong guy. Sorry Lassiter, but this is the case that will end your streak." I said. He gave me this glare which frightened me, but I didn't show it. I was good with hiding my emotions.

"And just who are you to say that, huh? You waltz in here claiming to be a psychic too. You guys have no respect for real detective work-"

"Just stop right there, detective." I spat out the word detective, glaring right back at him. "It seemed to have slipped your mind that I was a detective for five years before coming here. So I know what its like to look at crime scenes and file all the reports. Don't go and tell me I have no respect for the job." I said.

"You're a detective?" The chief asked, cutting into Lassiter's and mine's stand off.

"Was. In buffalo." I said. Sadly. I missed it. Even all the paperwork.

She had a thoughtful look on her face as Shawn began to speak again. He said the name of the farm and Carlton had a smug look on his face as he replied back. It also had an angry look. Probable from me, which is a little upsetting. I like liked Lassiter on the show. It was a big joke between me and my friends that they argued over Shawn and I only wanted lassie.

After they were done and Lassiter dismissed all of our hunches, which were right, we left to go get tools from Mr. Spencer. Oh joy.

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"Shawn, what are you doing? And who is this?" Mr. Spencer asked from his chair in the living room. His voice lost its somewhat harsh tone he was using to talk to Shawn when he saw me.

"Hello Mr. Spencer. I'm Katherine Noel, but please call me Katie." I told him. He smiled at me politely and almost pitifully, like I was just another girl Shawn brought home like one of Shawn's toys and would soon be abandoned once he loses interest.

"Hello Katie. Can I ask why you're here?"

"Yeah, why are we here Shawn?" Gus asked his best friend.

"We need tools." I said. Shawn looked at me shocked. He never told us his plan.

"Tools?" Gus asked unaware of Shawn gaping at me like a fish out of water.

"Yes. For digging." Shawn replied, finally pulling himself together.

"Shawn, are you still on that dinosaur thing?" Mr. Spencer asked exasperated, folding his paper and setting it on the table in front of him.

"Of course. It's not wrong." I told him. He gave me this look.

"And just how do you know that Katie?" he asked in this voice that sounded like he was talking to a 3 year old. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"First, I'm not three. Please don't talk to me like I am. Second, I am a detective. Or was until I moved here. Third, I know this because" I paused for dramatic effect. I'm psychic" I put my hands up to my temple like Shawn does. It was his turn to quirk an eyebrow.

"O.k. so I'm not psychic." I told him putting my hands down "But, as I told these guys, Its way more believable than what really happened, and also explains how I know certain things. So can we please take the tools?"

"Why do you need them?" Mr. Spencer asked.

"We stepped foot on this guy walkers farm in Ojhi and he starts blasting us with buck shot." Shawn started to say. My eyes widened as I remembered what happened next. I tried to discreetly get him to stop but he didn't notice me.

"We know that the dead guy was there every night up to his death digging around the periphery of this property." Shawn finished talking and started to walk toward the back door to the house.

"Look Shawn, wait." Mr. Spencer stood up "I don't want you borrowing my tools." Before Shawn could say that Gus would leave his ring, I spoke up.

"No, Gus will not Shawn. And no, I won't either." I said that last part just incase he thought of something for me to give. He looked a little hurt at me. I shrugged.

"I can't support this" Mr. Spencer said shaking his head at us.

"There's a shocker. You not being supportive." To an outsider it would look like Shawn was just joking around when he said that, but I knew what his dad said hurt him.

"Will you shut up and listen to your father before you jump to conclusions" I told him.

"I can't support you going to someplace where you can get shot." Mr. Spencer said.

"Wait. Are you worried about me?" Shawn asked his dad. I found it sad that Shawn looked shocked at this revelation. Sad, but not surprising.

"Shawn, I've been worried about you since you were three and you started eating your own toenails." Mr. Spencer told Shawn. I laughed, but tried to pass it off as a cough.

"I didn't eat my own toenails. "Shawn said to me before looking back at his dad.

"Look, we won't go anywhere near the house, and if it will make you feel better-"

"No, you won't stand behind Gus, or me for that matter." I said cutting him off.

"But you have a gun!" Shawn said, pointing to it.

"I do have a gun, but I'm not a detective here so I'm only authorized to use it at the shooting range or, yes, in self defense. But the trespassing and private property sign cancels out the self defense. Hence why I didn't shoot back today."

"You have a gun?" Mr. Spencer said shocked. Lots of shocking things today apparently.

"Yes. I believe I said I was a detective before I moved here. I still have all my papers to carry it and everything."

"I still don't like it. Doesn't feel right." Mr. Spencer said shrugging. " I know feelings."

"Pardon me." Shawn said "Did you just say 'I know feelings'?" Mr. Spencer looked down in embarrassment and Shawn patted him on the shoulder before leading us out the back.

The first chapter is complete! Any thoughts?