Disclaimer; I don't own Psych or Clue, set a short time after Last Night Gus
my first multi-chapter Psych fic please tell me what you think

Shawn sat in the Psych office his feet on his desk as he reclined in his chair. To say he was bored would have been a vast understatement; he and Gus hadn't had a good case in a week. Good meaning from the department. At the moment he was trying to stave off death by boredom with a rubber band sling shot and a vast supply of folded paper ammo.

That and spending time daydreaming about date he had late that day with a certain beautiful detective of the SBPD. Things were going quiet well between him and Jules, even better now that he didn't have to keep hiding from her that he wasn't psychic. He managed to get up the courage to tell her 3 weeks ago, turns out she already knew and had been waiting for to him to tell her before she asked how he really did it.

There was a thwang from the rubber band as a paper projectile speed across the room hitting a bobble head on shelf causing its head to nod. Shawn didn't smile though; he had started to loss interest in the bobble head as a target after 92 hits which was about 24 hits ago. He sighed, he want a case, heck he needed a case.

He placed another folded bit of paper over the rubber band and pull it, then stopped and looked for a new target have finally given up on the football mascot bobble head. He's gaze scanned the room passing up the trashcan without a second thought; he wasn't seeing much of any fun targets. That is until his eyes landed on Gus's raisinet of a head, he smiled think he should have thought of this earlier.

He pulled the last of the slack out of the rubber band, aimed very carefully then released. The happy thwang from the rubber band could be heard fallowed a second later by the satisfying sound of the paper hitting it's mark.

"Ouch," Gus jumped slightly pulling away from his laptop to look for the cause of the disturbance; he didn't have to look far. "Shawn."

The phone rang saving Shawn from a lecture; the faux psychic grabbed and quickly looked at the id screen.

"Chief, what can I-" Shawn started to speak but was quickly caught off.

"Mr. Spencer, I need you and Mr. Guster in my office, now," it was clear from her tone that is was an emergency.

"Got it," Shawn said for once in his life not mincing words, chief Vick then abruptly hung up.

After a short ride in the blueberry to the station the pair then head towards the chief's office which Lassiter and Shawn's father were already in neither of which looked too happy about it.

"What did you this time Shawn?" Gus asked his best friend still irritated about hit with the bit of paper.

Shawn didn't answer, instead opening the door to the office and stepped in with Gus right behind him.

"Gentlemen, I assume you all have heard Mr. Green," the chief stated.

"The serial killer," Gus stated in a bit of awe.

"Yes," she replied rather clipped, Henry ran hand over his mouth and Lassiter stiffened, even Shawn had heard of him and didn't make a joke.

Mr. Green was a serial cop killer that had killed for 5 officers from 5 different police stations.

"You're sure?" Lassiter asked, not thrilled at the thought of losing a member of his station.

Chief Vick nodded then held up an evidence bag that held a card from the Clue board game it had a picture of a black silhouette with a green question mark on it, the caption below the picture read Mr. Green. "This was on my front door this morning."

It was the killer's signature to leave a card on the chief of police's house then within 12 later an officer from that station was murdered.

"Has detective O'Hara arrived yet?" the chief asked.

"It's her day off," Shawn said not following her point.

"Yes, but I called her and asked for her to came in, we will need the whole team on this one."

"You left a message?" Shawn asked as he checked his phone for the time.

"Yes," she said drawing out the word slightly.

"It's 8:00 now so she is probable finishing her run now," Shawn said, Jules was a creature of habit when it came to her morning run. Work days she got up a 6 in the morning and went for a 20 minute run. He still didn't understand how any human could even think of getting up so early, her days off were better but not by much, she got up at 7 then but went for close to an hour long run.

"So we can expect her in.. what 10-20 minutes," Henry filled in and Shawn nodded.

"All right let's get to work people," the chief said holding out some folders to Lassiter and Shawn.

Shawn wondered briefly before grabbing a couple of the case files if maybe he should be more specific when he hoped for a case cause this was defiantly not what he was hoping for.