Shawn was in the Psych office fiddling with his Easy Bake oven when he sensed someone enter the room. Well, not psychically sensed, of course - although that's how he would play it off - but the sound of heavy footsteps and the slight creak of the door were indicator enough for Shawn.
"Would you like some pineapple right-side-up cake, Lassie?" he asked without bothering to turn around.
"No thank you, but don't you mean pineapple upside-down cake?" asked Lassiter, annoyed but unfazed by the fact that Spencer had been able to identify him without looking.
"I've heard it both ways. Anyways, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise? Did you miss me down at the station, Lassikins? Wait, wait..." Shawn put his hand to his temple and struck a quizzical pose, "I'm sensing something... base, mace, race, space, no, no, case! A case! For me! Aww, Lassie, you shouldn't have!"
"Chief's orders." Lassiter rolled his eyes. It didn't take a psychic to figure out that he wasn't here on a social call. But Shawn wasn't done yet. A new case very rarely warranted a personal visit; normally Shawn had to beg, plead, and psychically vibe himself onto a case - but this case was different. He scanned Lassiter's face - he didn't look terribly worried, so either the case wasn't personal or the head detective really did have a death wish for Shawn; Shawn prayed that it wasn't the latter - perhaps the case was just nearby and it was more convenient to drop by the office than call? He continued mentally scanning: Loaded gun, check. Boring suit and ugly tie, check. Sand on shoes, check. Wait, sand on shoes?
"I'm sensing, I'm sensing... the case is nearby. Very close. Sand, waves, fat men in tiny speedos - spirits, did you really have to send me that last image?" Shawn made a face, then continued " ... the beach! There's a crime scene a few blocks down at the beach!" The scene couldn't be right outside or Shawn would have heard the sirens. Still, Shawn mentally kicked himself for staying cooped up in the office all day playing video games and trying to bake a dessert with a 60W bulb when there was a crime waiting to be solved right outside his front door.
"Very good, Spencer. Now stop wasting time, I'll brief you on the ride over."
"I call shotgun!" Shawn yelled as the two of them headed out towards the Crown Vic.
"Well, of course. It's not like I'd let you drive."