Shawn practically dragged Gus into the apartment building.

"Shawn, I don't want to go in."

"Come on, Gus. Don't be a sticky beaver. When do we ever get to investigate a traditional axe murder?" Shawn was obviously excited at the prospect to intrude on a case that's type of crime is usually only seen in horror movies.

"We're probably not even going to get to investigate, Shawn. No one called us," Gus said as he struggled near the elevator to reach the crime scene.

"Whoa," his friend completely zoned out for a second, staring blankly outside the glass entrance doors.

"What?" Gus scowled and turned to see what intrigued Shawn so. It was probably a squirrel. In that moment of weakness, Shawn tugged Gus's arm hastily into the elevator, pressed the "close door" button and immediately jabbed his finger on the number four. "Shawn!" Gus panicked.

"Relax, buddy, you can wait out in the hall if you need to." Shawn rolled his eyes.

When the elevator doors opened, Gus stood his ground firmly. "I'm not getting out of the elevator, Shawn."

"Gus, I need you at least in the hall," the fake psychic said in mild exasperation. "You're my psychic inspiration."

"I am not moving."

The two spent a few seconds arguing until the elevator doors closed, separating the two best friends. "Fine, but next time the elevator stops, you're getting out of it!"

Shawn marched confidently down the hallway to where he saw the crime scene tape and many officers gathered around.

"Jules," he found the familiar blonde detective outside of the apartment door, writing something down on a clipboard.

"Shawn. What are you doing here? Where's Gus?"

"Well, what are you doing here? And Gus is still nursing his teddy bear in his crib."

"You weren't called Shawn," Juliet said. "Lassiter's already having a rough enough day as it is."

"Well, maybe I can cheer him up," Shawn grinned. "The Spirits called me here. They said something about an axe murder?"

"Yeah," Juliet confirmed. "The victim was decapitated in her home."

"Would you mind if I had a look see?" Shawn put on his innocent childlike face.

"It's pretty gruesome, Shawn." She warned.

"I think I can handle it," he said as he ducked under the yellow barrier of tape.

He flinched at the brutality of the murder. There was clearly a struggle between the young woman who was now lying on the floor almost in bits and her aggressor. The woman's face was unrecognizable and she had several defensive wounds on her body.

"Spencer, what the hell are you doing here?" Lassiter was angry, as expected.

"I just want to see if I can communicate with Lizzie Borden here."

"And why can't you do that at your own place?" Lassiter scoffed.

"The Spirits are better when I am in proximity of a similar crime," Shawn answered simply, checking out the wreckage scene in the apartment. Definitely a struggle. The beige furniture chair had a tear in it and was turned over and the colorful artworks were on the floor, some torn and many with broken frames.

Shawn immediately noticed a tattoo on the bottom of the victim's foot. It seemed to be a quickly done flower with the center being an upside-down pentacle.

The pattern of blood splatter on the walls suggested that the victim was standing up when the axe first hit her. The cuts in the wall also hinted that it had taken the murderer a few swings.

Another look at the turned chair and he caught a little orange in his view, but nothing in the room advised that there was any material it could have been ripped off of. Shawn crossed the room and gazed at it closely.

"Spencer, are you done interrupting our investigation?" Lassiter said.

"Umm…" Shawn hesitated for a second. "Yeah, for now, I think so."

*

"Why an axe, though, Gus?" Shawn debated in the Psych office with his friend. "Wouldn't it have been easier with a smaller knife?"

"Maybe its some sort of calling card," Gus suggested.

"No, I think that would be the tattoo on her foot."

"What?"

"Didn't you see, Gus? The killer took the time to… wait a minute."

"What are you doing?" Gus asked as he watched his best friend go to his computer quickly.

"Shhh!"

"You're going on the Internet, I doubt that needs silence."

"Gus! It's much more dramatic that way… here it is."

"What?"

Shawn turned his computer around, "it's a prison gang. Sort of like a Women's Murder Club but much bloodier and way more compelling."

"Then shouldn't those women be in prison? Unless one of them got out."

"Gus," Shawn grabbed the keys to the blueberry car and tossed them at his friend. "Let's take a little visit to the department."

*

"Chief!" Shawn exclaimed as he entered the office where Lassiter, Juliet and the chief were already talking, "I just got a vision."

"What would it be of, Mr. Spencer?"

"Okay, what about a Women's Murder Club?" Shawn said.

"Like the series?" Jules asked.

"No," Shawn said. "A gang in a women's prison for murderers."

"If you're referring the tattoo on the bottom on the victim's foot, we've already checked that." Lassiter ruined. "None of the known women in that gang have been released."

"Any of the women used axes for murdering?" Gus asked.

"No, but the axe was a last minute resort," Juliet said. "We spoke with some people and the landscaper had an axe and left the shed unlocked."

"The landscaper also had an alibi, he was cutting back the ivy on the wall using a chainsaw. Almost everyone in the apartment building saw him last night doing it and filed complaints to the landlord around the time of the murder."

"Well," chief said. "Go talk to the women at the prison, see if they know anything."

"Uh, with all due respect Chief, I don't think it will work." Shawn said, "these women are in prison for a reason and in the gang for an even greater reason. I don't think they'll be talking to cops."

"Then what do you suggest, Mr. Spencer?" Vick looked skeptical.

"I suggest that detective O'Hara should go to prison," Shawn smiled at Juliet who scowled.