Takes place a month after The Last Olympian and after Psych season 5 episode 12 Duel

Spires (Shawn and Juliet are dating- no one knows)

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or Percy Jackson. They belong to their respective owners.

So, I finally rewrote the story and I'm pretty happy about how much is different. Please Enjoy!

(For anyone who read the story with 'Carly' as my OC, please keep in mind that I have changed her name to Atalanta (or Attie for short). Thank you)

Long Island

Attie POV

Attie Jackson was so bored. The Second Titan war was over- thank gods- but she had nothing to do now. Well, she could go out and climb the lava wall, make something at arts and crafts, train with her sword, bother her brother and his girlfriend, swim at the beach, hang out with Connor and Jamie, canoe….

But it was so hot out.

Like a hundred degrees hot.

She was not very productive on days like today.

Attie lazily looked around her cabin from her spot on the bed, a small fan blowing air right in her face. Connor and Travis, with the cost of twenty drachmas, had snuck the fan from the mortal world into the camp borders. Plus, she had to give them her dessert for two weeks and take the blame for at least one prank. It was so worth it.

It's been hot like this day since last Friday, five days ago. Maybe Apollo was driving his sun chariot a little too close to the earth or something, because she was dying from the heat. And boredom.

In fear of frying outside, Attie only left her cabin for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a possible snack in the middle. Percy left the cabin for most of the day, hanging out with Annabeth.

Attie sighed as she thought about her brother's girlfriend. She and Annabeth were close, as close as a daughter of Poseidon and a daughter of Athena could get, but Attie was so lonely. She honestly wasn't crushing on anyone hard at the moment. Maybe a little on Jake Mason, but that was just a phase.

Ugh, Aphrodite.

California

Gus POV

"Dude, check it out!" Shawn Spencer, head Psychic detective of the SBPD burst through the office of Psych, a medium sized brown package in his hand. Burton 'Gus' Guster, sat at his respective desk, previously shifting through bills, Shawn's bills, but spared a glance at his best friend when he came through the door with so much enthusiasm.

"What's in the package?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in the silent 'that better not be something you spent over a hundred dollars on' statement.

"Only fifty four dollars," Shawn stated cheekily as he began ripping into the box like a kid on Christmas.

Gus shrugged lightly and focused back on the bills piled up on his desk. Most of the charges were from his credit card, used by Shawn behind his back. It wouldn't be that bad, if they had more cases coming in. Gus's job could only bring in so much money.

He was pulled out of his checking of the bills and balancing his checkbook when something blue was plopped onto his desk. Gus looked up slightly, only to give an unmanly yelp and frantically push himself out of his chair, sending it to the floor.

Because there was a blue Furby sitting on his desk.

"Shawn!" Gus growled once his previous shock that the thing was sitting on his desk wore off. "What is that doing here?!"

"His name is Enrique. He loves playing tag," Shawn smiled.

"His name is 'Get That Thing Out of Here Right Now!'"

Shawn looked appalled as he went over to cover the toy's ears, "Don't listen to him, Enrique. He's just jealous that it won't be just me and him playing tag anymore."

"Shawn, you know I have a fear of these things," Gus growled. He spared a glance at the Furby, felt a shiver go down his spine, then looked back up at his friend, "And rightfully so! Look at its eyes! It's staring at me!"

"Like that llama at the zoo?"

"It was an alpaca," Gus corrected. "And that thing had plans, Shawn."

His friend only laughed and fiddled with the Furby's hair so it stood up, "Well, get used to him 'cause he's my new friend."

"You've got to be kidding me," Gus shook his head. Shawn did a lot of things, most Gus could tolerate, but the Furby was not staying at the Psych office. Gus was already making plans about how it was going to 'disappear'.

The phone began ringing. Gus walked over to it, anything to get away from Enrique, and answered it, "Psych."

"Guster," The Chief greeted on the other side of the phone.

"Hey, Chief," he greeted back.

Shawn looked up when he heard the word 'Chief' and began making wild gestures of what Gus thought could have been the question 'why is she calling?'. Gus turned his body around so he wouldn't have to see him.

"I need you and Shawn to come down to the department. There's a," she hesitated, "case. I want you down here ASAP. No excuses."

"You got it," Gus barley finished his sentence before the Chief hung up on him. He shrugged and placed the phone back, something Shawn was never able to accomplish, and turned towards his friend. "We have a case."

"Really?" Shawn asked sarcastically as he placed the Furby back on Gus's desk. "I thought that that Chief just wanted to know how I was doing. Did she ask?"

Gus ignored him and grabbed his keys, "We need to go now. She said ASAP."

"'Mkay," Shawn pat Enrique's head. "I'll be back soon."

Gus could only roll his eyes as they headed towards the Blueberry.

Long Island

Attie POV

Well, Attie wasn't bored anymore.

And the only reason was because she was running for her life in Camp Half-Blood's woods, laughing like a crazy chick.

You see, she'd had enough of just sitting in her cabin thinking about love and Aphrodite, so a brilliant idea popped in her head.

Let's make a stink bomb!

It wasn't hard to get Lou Ellen, daughter of Hecate, in on the bomb making process. With a few spells, some firecrackers, the stink of something similar to the ball of raw sewage in a SpongeBob episode, and a match, the stink bomb was born. She and Lou hadn't even worked an hour on it.

Attie couldn't play a prank on the Hermes cabin, in fear of them taking her fan in some sort of cruel joke, so she strategically planned an attack on the Ares cabin.

Not her brightest idea.

As soon as the first Ares kid shouted something about killing whoever did it, Lou had done some magical thing to turn her temporarily invisible while Attie ran for her life in the jungle that was the Camp Half-Blood woods. Monsters were stocked in the woods, but Attie kept her hand on her magical charm bracelet in case something decided to attack.

Thinking she'd run enough, Attie stopped and leaned against a tree for support. She was breathing heavily while laughing, so catching her breath proved to be a challenge.

Just when she finally calmed down, the image of the campers faces sent her into another laughing fit. Dionysus was probably going to have her head when she got back, but it was better than sitting on her bed with nothing to do. The sun couldn't shine through the trees, and Attie found it cooler inside the deeper part of the woods where she was rather than back at the camp. With a mental debate that went something like 'I can't sit down and leave Lou Ellen to take the blame' and 'I'm gonna sit'.

She slid down the tree and rested her head against the bark. It was peaceful, quiet even-

Attie's head snapped up. The woods were never quiet. Ever.

Before she could get the Hades out of there, a sickening feeling settled in her stomach. For a second, she felt like throwing up before it spread throughout her whole body. A tingling sensation started at the tips of her fingers and toes. She stared at said appendages dumbly before her world went black.

Her stomach dropped. You know when you're on a roller coaster and the ride takes a steep dip that makes you feel like you're gonna die? That feeling in your stomach when that happens? Yeah, something similar to that.

She still felt, even if she didn't feel all too good, so whatever had happened hadn't killed her. It felt like pins and needles painfully pricking her skin, but all she could do was sit on whatever she was sitting on with her head lolled back until she could feel normally again. Her stomach wanted to empty itself, but Attie stubbornly kept her food down. She didn't want to taste her meatball sub again– it wasn't as good a second time.

When her senses returned to normal, the first thing she was aware of was that she was sitting on something soft. So not the hard earth that she was sitting on previously. The second thing that she noticed was that she was moving. Earth doesn't move.

It was pretty safe to say that she wasn't on the ground at the Camp Half-Blood woods anymore.

Attie opened her eyes slightly and blinked at the sudden appearance of light. She pushed her head up and glanced around, quickly seeing that she was in a car. A very small car. With two people sitting in the front.

Attie stared at the back of the men's heads with owl eyes. Her first thought was 'Gods' and her second was 'Monster'.

"Shawn, that isn't your money to spend," the guy sitting on the driver's seat of the car stated with a huff. He was African American, dressed in a simple blue button down dress shirt that was tucked into his pants.

"It is too," the other guy, Shawn, stated in a very childlike whine. "I'm the one who solves the cases, Gus." He was a white guy with spiked up light brown hair, hazelnut eyes, and stubble on his face.

"You solve the cases but I have the job that brings in the steady money. This case is the first in a month- a whole month of you buying stupid things like that Furby."

And because Attie couldn't be quiet in the back of a strange car, she spoke up, "Really? A Furby?"

Gus freaked. He swerved to one side of the road, narrowly missing a gray Toyota, and as Attie silently wondered if she was going to seriously die in a car crash, Shawn and Gus both screamed like little girls. Once his car was straightened, Gus steered them towards the shoulder to the road.

Both men turned around simultaneously and Attie instantly dismissed the idea of them either being a god or a monster. They didn't radiate power, and their reaction to her being in the back of their car would only be expected by two mortals. Monsters would have smelt her right away.

Gus looked at Shawn, "Explain."

"Dude, she isn't mine," Shawn stated, looking strangely calm for just have found out that a random teenage girl was sitting in the back of his car. "And, yes, a Furby. His name is Enrique."

Attie tilted her head slightly and analyzed them. They didn't look special, so Hades knows why she was suddenly placed in their car. "Where am I?"

"In our car," Gus stated matter-of-factly with a scowl on his face. "Who are you and how are you in our car?"

"Attie Jackson," She stated proudly. Lots of monsters and gods have heard about her and her brother, so she loved to announce her name. It usually made whoever she was fighting wary and doubtful, fearful even. It was great. "And I have no idea."

"How you got in our car?" Gus raised an accusing eyebrow. "People don't usually forget how they break into someone's car."

Oh yeah, this looked bad didn't it?

Shawn's eyes flashed to her neck quickly. He put a hand to his temple and cocked her headed to the side as if he were listening to someone. "You're from a camp."

"Congrats," She stated sarcastically. "Want a cookie?"

"Do you have one?"

"Shawn, shut up," Gus growled. He turned his attention back to Attie, "Do you know who we are?"

That was a very cliché monster line. Attie always enjoyed saying that she didn't just so that the monsters would have a hissy fit. "Uh, no."

"Shawn Spencer, Head Psychic for the SBPD. And I'm getting a strong vibe that you're from a camp," Shawn smirked and gestured to his friend. "This is Gus. He's my sidekick."

Psychic? Yeah, okay.

Attie didn't know where she was, and it was becoming painfully clear that this was all real. Not a dream. She seriously got transported somewhere for some mysterious reason, and was placed in the back of a car with two strangers.

"Listen," Attie shook her head, trying to clear it from an oncoming headache. "Could I just… go? I didn't do anything wrong-"

"Didn't do anything wrong," Gus repeated. "You broke into my car and almost made me hit another car! That is something wrong!"

"Sorry," she grumbled. It wasn't like she had any power against what had happened, "Won't happen again. Can I go now?"

Shawn was looking at her face, something she hadn't noticed till that moment since she'd been talking to Gus. It was kinda unsettling- like Annabeth when she was using her x-ray vision on Attie.

"Nuh-uh," Gus shook his head, "You aren't just leaving. You're coming with us- down to the police station."

Attie paled. Demigods weren't really supposed to hang around mortal police stations; they got in a lot of trouble on a regular bases and didn't need to be on file. There was probably something on her and Percy on the computers- probably that whole kidnapping that wasn't a real kidnapping from five years ago.

Shawn saw her pale and stopped analyzing her face to glance at his friend, "Dude, don't just tell her we're taking her downtown! That's just rude."

Gus shook his head as he put his started up the car, "Scaring a man in his car is rude, Shawn. For almost killing us, she deserves it."

Attie frowned slightly, "Ouch."

Shawn turned back around in his seat. The ride was tense, well at least to Attie. She couldn't just knock the mortals out and make a run for it- her prints were already in the car. Then again, she really didn't need to be arrested. She couldn't shadow travel like Nico, and couldn't control the Mist like Thalia. Her skill was fighting and running, something that didn't exactly help you to look innocent.

The quiet in the car ate at Attie's nerves. She was never one for quiet, even when facing a mouthful of sharp teeth of something that wanted to eat her. Her ADHD didn't help and she moved around a lot, something that didn't go unnoticed by Shawn's observing eyes. It didn't help that the car was so small or that the two guys in the front whispered something to each other occasionally. Attie didn't know what they were saying but it was probably something about her.

She almost said something about it being rude to talk about someone when they clearly knew that the people were talking about them, but decided against it. Gus didn't like her, and yeah, she'd almost killed them. Unintentionally, of course.

When they pulled into the parking lot, there was a small knot of worry in her stomach. She didn't have any money or drachmas to call anyone and really didn't need the demigods at Camp to worry about her for no reason. She could use a payphone to call Annabeth, but then she'd need to know her number. It kind of slipped her mind after the Titan War.

With a large amount of attitude, Attie threw the door open and came out of the car. Once she slammed the door closed, she turned to look it and felt her eyes widen slightly at the size. It was one of those smart car things.

"Gods, that thing is small," She murmured before she could stop herself. Shawn came out of the car and took a quick glance at the car's lock, squinting slightly as he did.

Gus frowned, "It's a company car."

She rolled her eyes and followed them into the police station. She had half a mind to make a run for it.

Then remembered that she was by a policestation and that it wasn't a very good idea.

They entered the station and saw the bustle of activity going on around them. Officers walked past them, saying hi to Shawn and Gus while giving her a confused look. She ignored those. One really tall officer was walking past them, shuffling through some files with an intense focus. He wasn't exactly looking where he was going, but that didn't matter because when
he would almost crash into someone, the officers would move out of his way like it was a regular thing.

They passed an office that had all its blinds closed so no one could see through. Probably the leader/ Chief person. They didn't go into the door though; instead they made their way to one specific desk.

The desk looked very organized, something that most of the desks around lacked. A man sat at the desk, his attention focused on the paper he was currently writing on. He had dark hair with graying sides and blue eyes that would be bright if they wanted to be. Apparently, they didn't want to be. He was so focused on his work that he didn't know that they'd arrived by him till Shawn slapped a stack of folders on the corner of his desk.

"Lassie!" Shawn chirped when the man jumped and briefly reached into the side of his jacket.

His hands dropped albeit reluctantly, and he glared at Shawn, "What are you doing here, Spencer? I've got real police work to do that can't be interrupted by you two idiots shenanigans."

"We're here for a case," Shawn stated, not at all fazed at being called an idiot. He also didn't even say anything about her- something that she didn't know whether to be insulted or relieved by.

Apparently, Gus hadn't forgotten about her, "And because we had a stowaway."

Lassiter straightened slightly in his chair. It was obvious that the guy like all the action he got while being a police officer. Shooting guns probably included.

"She almost killed us in our car," Gus explained. Lassiter looked like he really wanted to make a comment about that, but Gus continued before he could, "She broke into our car and almost made us hit another car."

Shawn scoffed lightly, "There was no way she could have broken into our car. The glass wasn't shattered and the lock wasn't picked. Nope- the spirits say that she's innocent."

Attie stared at Shawn, wondering why he was standing up for her. Trying not to get her arrested- even how the situation looked. And, spirits? This guy wouldn't last a second talking to spirits.

"I'm going to need more evidence than the spirits if what Guster says is true," Lassiter stated, already taking out his handcuffs which Attie instinctively backed away from.

"She's innocent," Shawn repeated.

"Shut it, Shawn," Gus hissed. "She almost got us-"

"Dude, just listen to me, would you?" Shawn glanced at Attie and Lassiter before grabbing Gus's shoulder and pulling him away from them. They stood next to each other, whispering loudly but too fast for Attie to really follow. Lassiter rolled his eyes while Attie just awkwardly stood there.

A few seconds later and the guys turned around, their faces both blank and they slowly walked over. Gus shot a sharp look at Shawn, who hissed something about a Furby, before looking back at Lassiter, "Never mind."

"You two are idiots," Lassiter announced.

The office with the closed blinds opened to reveal a woman with short blonde hair in a bob, "Lassiter, O'Hera, Spencer, and Guster in my office, now." Her voice left no room for argument.

Lassiter turned towards Attie, "Sit here- don't touch anything and don't even look at anything. I'll be keeping my eye on you."

Attie sat in the chair, a slight pout on her face from being told what to do. The sea never liked to be restrained, Attie recalled when her dad said that, and that included listening to instructions. She watched as Lassiter reluctantly turned and headed towards the Chief's office, followed by Shawn and Gus. Another blonde woman went in as well, her hair up in a bun as she strode confidently in behind the other guys.

Attie waited, but she grabbed a piece of blank printer paper and made a paper plane out of spite. Lassiter could suck it.