AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just going to be a fun story I am writing for a friend who isn't feeling all that well and needs a bit of humor.

Moondragon23, this one's for you girl.

Chapter 1- You May Be Right

Carlton Lassiter was having one of those days. Everyone has them at some point, but when you're Head Detective of the Santa Barbara Police Department, those kinds of days are exponentially worse than someone who bakes cakes for a living or cleans public toilets…Well, maybe not worse than the person who cleans public toilets but Carlton's day had been very bad.

He was currently stuck in a small dark room, with his arms stretched back around a support beam, and his wrists were tied to the wrists of one of the few people in the world he couldn't stand to be in a room with for more than five minutes; Shawn Spencer, who was currently on the other side of the beam knocked out cold.

The space he was confined in was very cluttered with old wooden furniture and looked to be part of a root cellar. It was very quiet except for a dripping pipe somewhere. The noise had started to drive Carlton crazy as the drip drip of water echoed through the small space and made it hard to concentrate on trying to get the hell out of there.

Carlton guessed they had been down there for more than a few hours and had no idea if anyone knew where they were, or if their assailants were coming back. With Shawn tied to him and currently being as limp as a sack of potatoes, it was impossible for him to try and stand to get a better look at the place.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by a gasp from behind him followed by a long groan. Shawn had woken up. A few grunts and panicked breaths followed before Carlton heard them even out and knew Shawn had realized where they were and what was going on. A wry chuckle resonated in the darkness before a voice pierced the silence.

"You idiot." Shawn's words were hindered with a nasally lisp.

Carlton was a taken aback. He didn't think he'd ever heard Shawn insult him before. "Well, how was I supposed to know they were armed?" He defended.

Shawn growled in frustration. "Because I told you."

"You hid behind a pillar and started an impromptu finger gun fight… with yourself."

"See, that's telling you." Shawn huffed and tried to adjust his position.

Carlton winced at the pull on his arms. "Cut it out!"

"Well something on me has to be comfortable." Shawn complained but stopped moving. He groaned again, "Owwww….my face feels like it was hit with a sledgehammer." Shawn whined

"It was a crowbar Spencer."

"I've heard it both ways."

"Shut it!" Carlton snapped. He figured it had been even less than five minutes this time.

The room was silent after that except for Shawn's labored breathing. Carlton almost would have thought Shawn had passed out again if it weren't for the random tugs on his arms.

Carlton pursed his lips. He hadn't meant to be so harsh, especially after what happened. Shawn had probably saved his life by pushing him out of the way and got smashed in the face for his trouble. He hadn't even seen the guy behind him with the crowbar, he'd been too busy focusing on the perp pointing a gun at him.

"Lassie?" Shawn tentatively asked.

Defeated and feeling a bit guilty he decided to bite. "What?"

"We have a problem… I have to go to the bathroom."

Carlton could hear the shame in Shawn's voice. "Do not tell me that right now Spencer! Just, hold it."

A few minutes went by before Carlton cursed out loud.

"You have to go now too don't you?" Shawn pointed out the obvious.

Carlton didn't answer and let the question drop. Shawn was right. He did have to go to the bathroom now, but he said nothing. He hated it when Shawn was right and he'd honestly had enough of Shawn being right for one day.

Earlier that day:

"Gus, don't be Michael Jackson's missing glove. If I just come out and tell everyone it would seem pretty suspicious don't you think?" Shawn and Gus walked side by side into the SBPD and as usual they were arguing.

"All I'm saying Shawn is that these guys seem pretty dangerous. If I were you I'd let the cops in on your info now, before someone gets hurt."

Shawn tsked. Gus always knew right were to get him. He knew Shawn didn't want to see anyone hurt. "Fine, but I get to do it my way okay?"

"You know that's right." Gus bumped his fist against Shawn's.

Everyone was standing in the bull pen listening to the Chief talk about the robberies next to the projector. They'd had little evidence to go on but what they did know is that a group of three people in masks were robbing people around town. So far they hadn't used any deadly force, due mostly to the fact that the people they did rob were smart and just handed over the money, but Shawn and Gus had found out otherwise that very day.

The pair had ended up tracking down the perps to an alley, and unfortunately they'd been spotted. After getting shot at as they sped away in the Blueberry, they'd realized just how armed and dangerous the men were. All it would take is for one of the victims to say no and they wouldn't be dealing with a robbery anymore, they'd be dealing with a murder.

Carlton raised his hand. "Chief, these guys are probably just a few punk kids out for a buck. The one victim was threatened with a broken bottle. We should be able to find these guys in no time and put them behind bars where scum like them belong."

Shawn and Gus watched as Juliet's nose crinkled and she gave Carlton a puzzled look. "One of the victims said they were grown men, not kids."

Giving his partner an exasperated look Carlton clarified. "Look, all I'm saying is that these guys seem inexperienced at this sort of thing. They'll screw up and we'll be there to get them." A few of the other officers, Buzz McNab included, nodded in agreement.

Shawn took the moment as his cue to lurch forward into one of the large wooden pillars next to the bull pen. Closing his eyes and making sure he had his patented "pained expression" on he shook his head wildly. "Oh! You're wrong Lassie!" Carlton's eyes flashed with anger, but with his eyes closed, Shawn didn't see it. "I sense they're very well armed!" He opened his eyes and made a gun with his finger, peeking around the corner of the pillar "Look out!" He aimed and made shooting noises with his finger gun.

"Mr. Spencer! Enough!" The Chief scolded but her face softened. "Alright, until we can be sure of their true motives, I am assigning Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster to the case."

Carlton nodded compliantly but the sour look he gave Shawn meant he was anything but happy to have his thunder stolen by the snarky psychic. How can this day get any worse?

He'd just had to ask.

END NOTES: There will be at least a few chapters and they will be coming as fast as I can type them in between my longer stories. :)