"Gus, come on. It'll be fun! We can go and visit Lassie, and Jules, and the Chief-"

"Shawn, unlike you, I have things that I have to do. I can't just run down to the police station, looking for a case that might not even be there, just because I want to."

"So you admit that you do want to."

Shawn Spencer and Burton Gustor stood outside of the SBPD headquarters. Once again, Shawn had dragged Gus out of his other job and the central coast pharmaceuticals to tramp down to the station.

"Shawn, I never said that."

"Okay, fine. We'll just pop in for a minute, say 'hi' to everyone and leave. Will that make you happy?"

"No, Shawn--"

"Great! Let's go!"

With that, Shawn bounded up the stone steps and into the main lobby of the station. Gus followed unwillingly.

"Yo, Buzz!" Shawn said as he greeted Buzz McNabb, a friend of his who was a little awkward, but loveable. "Where's the Chief?"

"She's down in the questioning room 3. Detective Lassiter's questioning someone, and the Chief's watching."

"Awesome. Thanks man."

Shawn slapped Buzz on the shoulder, and made his way to the questioning rooms.

"Shawn, I really don't think we should bother the Chief."

"Gus, please. The Chief loves me."

Shawn opened the door to room 3, and found the Chief watching the scene happening in the adjoining room.

"Mr. Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"Just here for the show. Did you bring the popcorn, Gus?"

Shawn was met with disapproving looks from both the Chief and Gus. He turned his attention to what Head Detective Lassiter was doing on the other side of the 2 way mirror.

Detective Lassiter's companion in the room was a young girl seated at the table. She looked to be about 16, 17 at most. Pretty average looking, with black rimmed glasses, her dark blonde hair pulled back from her face. She was wearing a grey zippy, zipped up about ¾ of the way, a red shirt showing through the opening. She was also wearing jean shorts and black sandals. The outfit was completed with a look on her face of complete boredom and disgust.

"You're Susie Morrison?" asked Lassiter, staring hard at the girl.

"Yes," the girl answered, popping a bubble with her gum. This seemed to annoy the head detective. But this was just the beginning of that.

"And do you know why you're here?"

"A tea party?" Susie looked up at Lassiter, whose face was getting harder by the minute. This girl irritated him. Shawn liked her.

"Nice guess, but no. You're here because--"

"I know, because my mom changed the locks on the doors and I had to pick the lock to get into my own house."

"Her mom changed the locks without telling her? Harsh." Shawn said.

"Exactly," said Lassie. "Now why would she do that?"

"Because she hates me and I hate her?"

"Where were you when she changed the locks?" Lassiter asked, his patience running thin.

"Out."

"Out where?"

"Out doing drugs, getting drunk and getting laid." Susie looked up at the head detective. His face held the look of complete horror. "What? Isn't that what you wanted me to say?"

"Is that the truth?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're an annoying little smartass who needs to stop lying to a head detective." Lassiter said, his anger making his face a nice shade of red. "Now where the hell were you?"

"Fine. You want the truth? I was out in the neighborhood, taking pictures."

"Pictures of what?"

"Whatever the hell I wanted."

Lassiter moved towards her, his hands clenched at his sides.

"Touch me and I'll scream rape, and then it's just my word against yours."

Lassiter drew back a little, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "You mentioned drugs earlier--"

"It was a joke."

"Have you ever done drugs?"

"The only thing I've ever snorted was a Pixie Stick, which I would advise against. Terrible nose bleed the day after."

Lassiter shook his head and walked the length of the room, which was about 10 feet.

"What do you think, Mr. Spencer?" the Chief asked Shawn.

"I think Kool-Aid hurts more than a Pixie Stick when snorted."

Chief looked at him. "And?"

"And…. I think this girl is innocent--"

Gus kicked Shawn, letting him know that Shawn should 'feel' and not 'think'.

"Ah! I mean… the spirits are telling me that this girl is innocent. You should let her go."

The Chief nodded. "Thank you. Good day, Mr. Spencer. Mr. Gustor."

As they were leaving the room, Shawn said "Well. That wasn't a total loss, now was it, Mr. Stuffy Pants?"

"Shawn, that wasn't even us getting a case. That was just some girl pissing Lassiter off."

"It was entertaining, though."

Gus shrugged noncommittally. "I guess."

By this time, they had reached the stone steps outside the station. "Dude, look," Shawn said, pointing down the sidewalk.

Gus followed Shawn's finger. "Isn't that the girl that was just in there getting grilled by Lassiter?"

"Yeah, Susie Morrison." Shawn said. "Hey, Susie!" he yelled, running after her.

Susie turned at the sound of her name. "Can I help you?" she asked Shawn.

"I was just going to ask you the same thing." Shawn held out his hand. "Shawn Spencer, head psychic here at the SBPD."

"Okay. And?"

Shawn dropped his hand to his side. "The spirits told me about what happened in there. and I must say, I was impressed by how well you irked Lassie. We're almost on the same level there."

Susie rolled her eyes a tad. "Look, Mr. Spencer, is there a point to this conversation?"

"My partner and I were just wondering if you needed any help." Shawn said.

"Why? I was cleared."

"Okay. I understand. But please, don't hesitate to ask if there's anything I can do."

"Okay. Thanks?" With that, Susie turned and walked away.

"She's a cute kid. Reminds me of someone. Just can't think who." Shawn said. "Know what I mean, Gus?"

At that moment, a blue car drove by Shawn.

"Gus?! Get back here!"