The phone in the psych office rang a happy tune and Shawn Spencer, local psychic for the SBPD, slammed his finger on the speaker button.

'Psych,' he said with a funny voice.

'Mr. Spencer,'SBPD's fine police chief said.

'Chief,' Shawn said, immediately turning his voice serious. 'Can I help you?'

'What do you think I'm calling you for?' chief Vick said. 'We have a crime scene, and we need your help.'

Shawn smiled proudly. 'I'll be right there,' he said.

'Good,' chief Vick said and hang up the phone.

Shawn grinned and walked to the door. 'GUS! WE HAVE A CASE!'

'Ough, your still writing that blog of yours?'

'Yes.'

'Do people actually read it?'

'Yes Sherlock, they do.'

'Hm, ok then.'

'You want tea?'

'No, I want a case.'

The moment Sherlock said that, his mobile started ringing.

'Lestrade,' Sherlock said when he answered it. 'Why are you calling me?'

'We have a case somewhere in Santabarbara. I got tickets for the airplane, so take a cap to the airplane.'

'Ok, I'll be there.' Sherlock hang up.

'What was that all about?' John said.

'John, get your stuff, we're going to America.'

'Wow,' Shawn said. 'Best. case. EVEEEER!'

'Shawn, behave,' Gus said. 'The guy's laying right next to us.'

'I know,' Shawn said. 'But still, it IS the best case ever.'

Gus sighed.

'Mr. Spencer,' chief Vick said and walked towards Shawn and Gus.

'Chiefie,' Shawn said excitedly.

'Don't call me chiefie, mr. Spencer,' chief Vick said and pointed to Shawn. 'I hired a consulting detective to help you on this case.'

'Consulting detective?' Shawn said. 'Who?'

'Ever heard about Sherlock Holmes?'

'NO WAY!' Gus said and gave a small scream.

'Who?' Shawn said, confused about his friends reaction.

'Shawn, you don't know who Sherlock Holmes is?' Gus laughed.

'What? Why are you laughing, Gus?' Shawn said and frowned.

'Sherlock Holmes,' Gus said, 'is the most famous detective in the world. He's a genius/'

'Obvisiously not geniuser than me,' Shawn said. He held a short pause. 'Geniuser?'

'More genius,' Gus corrected him. 'And yes, he is. Much more.'

'Gus, how /dare/ you,' Shawn said making a scene out of it.

'But your a better friend,' Gus said, hoping Shawn would buy it.

Shawn's eyes smiled. 'Jeej,' he said and immediately cheered up.

'When will Kricklock Wulmes be here?'

'Sherlock Holmes,' Gus corrected him.

'Right, what he said,' Shawn said and scratched the back of his head. 'When will he arrive?'

'Tomorrow,' chief Vick said. 'Now, go home and prepare.'

'Ugh, are we there yet?' Sherlock said, who absolutely didn't enjoy the flight.

'Stop complaining, Sherlock,' Lestrade said and sighed.

'I'm just asking,' Sherlock said.

'Yeah, only 84 times yet,' Lestrade said and sighed again. 'We still have 3 hours to go now.'

'Ugh,' Sherlock said again and looked to John, who had fallen asleep.

'How can he sleep in this…. Thing…. This…. Box of death!'

'He's not you,' Lestrade said and laughed a bit.

'Very funny,' Sherlock said and turned his head to Sherlock again/

'John,' he said. No reaction.

'JOHN!'

'BLOODY-HELL-JESUS!' John said loud.

'Good, your awake.'

'Sherlock, don't scare me like that, please,' John said, placing the palm of his hand on the front of his head.

'Stay awake,' Sherlock said.

'Sherlock, I'm not go-'

'It's not a question, just stay awake.'

John sighed. 'Alright then, Sherlock. I'll stay awake.'

'Thank you,' Sherlock said and gave him a small smile.

'No problem,' John said eventually.

A few time passed.

'Are we there yet?'

'Yes Sherlock, we are.'

'Really?'

'No.'

'Shawn, get up,' Gus said. No reaction.

Gus grabbed a pillow and throwed it to the "sleeping-beauty".

'Hm,' Shawn said and sighed. 'Give me 5 more minutes, mr. Pine Needle.'

'I'm not a pine needle,' Gus said and pulled Shawn out of his bed.

'Dude, let me sleep!' Shawn said and crawled back to his bed.

'Sherlock Holmes has arrived,' Gus said.

Shawn looked up. 'LEGGO!'

'So,' Shawn said. 'THAT'S him?'

'Yes,' Gus said.

'What's with the scarf?'

'That's just what he wears, Shawn. I fin dit good fashion.'

'I fin dit a good reason to turn gay.'

'Are you calling him gay?'

'Yes. Look at him. His coat is too long. He wears scarfs in the middle of summer. His name is "Sherlock".'

'It's a English name.'

'Alright, forget about the name then. But everything else about him is definitely gay.'

'He isn't gay, Shawn,' Gus said. 'He's coming towards us. Act natural.'

'Afternoon,' John Watson said. 'I'm dr. John H. Watson, but you can go with the name John.'

John gave Sherlock a poke with his elbow.

'The name is Sherlock Holmes and the adress is 221B Baker Street,' Sherlock said, not making eye contact.

Shawn frowned. 'I'm.. Shawn Spencer.. psychic for the SBPD. And this is my partner.. Sunny Dey.'

Gus sighed. 'My name is Burton Guster, not "Sunny Dey",' he said. 'It's a pleasure to meet you.'

'Likewise,' John said and smiled.

Sherlock turned his head to the crime scene.

'Hm,' he said. 'I'll take a look at the crime scene. John, come.'

Sherlock walked to the crime scene with John following him.

Gus looked tot hem, then his eyes turned to Lestrade, who was walking towards them.

'Afternoon,' he said. 'Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade, from the London Police force. I'll be working on this case too.'

'You work with mr. Holmes?' Gus said.

'Sort of,' Lestrade said.

Shawn was still looking to Sherlock.

'I'll take a look at the crime scene too,' he said and walked away, dragging Gus with him.

Shawn and Gus walked to the crime scene and joined Sherlock and John.