AN:I know, this first chapter's kinda short, but too bad. Anyways… yada yada yada. I don't own anything, except for OC sam….

Shaun Spencer was sitting in his office at Psych when Gus walked in.

"Shaun! I got to talk to you!"

"Gus, can't you see I'm extremely busy?" He didn't look up from the paper airplane he was making.

"Something like this takes skills… and concentration."

Gus rolled his eyes. "Shaun, this is serious." He walked over and slapped a file on Shaun's desk, smashing the airplane.

"Gus, what could be more important than paper aviation? It is the backbone of all practical jokers everywhere… that and the spitball."

"Shaun, listen. The chief said we have a case. It's really big too."

"That's odd. Usually, I have to barge in and use my psychic abilities to get the case."

Gus rolled his eyes. "Could you be serious about this? Here is the case file."

Shaun picked it up and looked at it. "And Mrs. Don't Touch Anything or Die just handed you the case file?"

"Of course not, Shaun. I snagged it from the out basket." Gus looked very smug.

"Good work, buddy. Maybe later I'll let you buy me a smoothie to celebrate." He started flipping through the file.

"Yah, right, Shaun. I've been working my butt off around here. I think it's time we make some changes."

"Really?" Shaun wasn't really listening, but Gus was too busy ranting to notice.

"Yes, like-" Gus was cut off as the file was chunked at his head. "What'd you do that for?"

Shaun shrugged. "I heard a buzzing noise. It sounded like an underappreciated person begging for recognition."

Gus scowled at him. "So, did you find anything in the case file?"

"Yes, it was the butler in the study with the candlestick. Come on, Gus. You know my psychic mojo doesn't work unless I'm in the middle of the action!"

Gus's scowl got deeper. "You don't have any psychic mojo, shaun. But, you better do something soon. The chief is sending some guy named…"

Gus bent over to read the name written on his hand. "…Sam something or other."

"Sam I am, Gus. Don't be ridiculous. I bet he doesn't eat green eggs and ham either. Personally, I don't discriminate against food based on color. I'd eat eggs whether they were purple, orange, or blue…"

"Shaun, could you listen for like, 2 minutes? You need to be especially careful here. The chief said this was a big deal. This could make or break our deal with the chief. She's already mad at you for telling all those newbie police officers that her favorite food was tacos."

"Gus, I'm surprised at you. Tacos are an important food group all by themselves. The chief needed some decent food in her life. Donuts can only go so far."

"I'm serious. We need this to work!"

"Chill, Mr. Frowny Face. Don't I always come through in the end?"

"No, Shaun, you don't. Like the time you made me mess up in the spelling bee, or when you spent Christmas at my parents and ended up revealing that you'd hooked up with my sister, or-"

"Lalalalal! I can't hear any complaints right now. Please leave all comments on Lassie's voicemail."

A horn honked outside. "Come on, that's gotta be Sam. Let's go outside to meet him."

"Fine, I'll meet the meat discriminator."

"Shaun, be nice!"

Shaun rolled his eyes. "To do otherwise never crossed my mind."

Gus rolled his eyes and walked outside. Shaun followed eventually, casually strolling outside.

"Kay, Gus. I'm here- woah. Gus, who's your friend?"

Gus was talking to a woman in her mid twenties. She had shoulder length brown chestnut hair and deep brown eyes with flecks of gold.

"Uh… Shaun? This is Sam Lerosy. Sam, Shaun Spencer" He stepped back to enjoy the show.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Spencer." She offered her hand for him to shake.

"Please, call me Shaun, or if you prefer- The Amazing Lord Awesomeness." Shaun said, grasping her hand tightly.

"Ok, Shaun. So, what exactly is it you do with the police department?" She took back her hand.

"I'm head psychic for the Santa Barbara Police Department." He said proudly.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Psychic? I highly doubt that."

"It's quite natural for you to be skeptical. Most people are when met with someone of my abilities."

"Right… sorry still don't believe you."

"Then I will have to fix that in the near future, now won't I?" Shaun raised his eyebrow. Sam just shook her head.

"Good luck with that." She climbed into the driver's seat of the car. "Hurry up and get in. I don't have all day, even for fake psychics."

Gus looked over at Shaun. "Dude, she has your number."

"Don't be ridiculous." Shaun walked around to the other side of the car. "I haven't even given it to her yet."