Karen Vick loved her job. The civic duties that embodied fighting crime were values that she had cherished since she used to watch old reruns of Dragnet with her father. That had happened by accident really - she had started watching television late at night with dear old Dad as an excuse to stay up. And Vick Sr. only stayed up to watch Dragnet. Sure it was a little hokey, but there was something about Joe Friday that captured her attention. Maybe it was how he interrogated his suspects or how he expertly wielded his Tommy gun. Who was she kidding...she knew what kept her watching that show night after night, long after her father had dozed off in his easy chair. It was how Joe Friday brought countless criminals to merciless justice. The power that he possessed, the fear she could see in their eyes - she couldn't help but eventually succumb to the temptation that was the police academy.

Unlike the black and white of the earlier Dragnet episodes, life as a police officer was anything but. How many times had she sequestered crooked cops to be questioned by internal affairs? How often did she meet criminals whose she sympathized with, knowing that if she were in a similar situation, she may not act so differently? She learned to roll with the punches though, despite her growing suspicion of the goodness in her fellow man, and proved herself enough to lead the motley crew that was the SBPD. She thought she had met her share of weirdo and crazies on the force.

And then she met Shawn Spencer.

Turning the page of her People magazine that lay among an ever growing pile of neglected paperwork on her desk, she considered the so called psychic. Good thing his father came in and vouched for him, she mused. Or else there was no way she was believing that load of crap. But, the only thing that mattered to her were results. And results is what Shawn Spencer delivered. So, she'd keep him around as long as she could.

As the door to her office swung open loudly, starling her enough to spill her mid-afternoon green tea and soy milk delight all over her favorite magazine, she would soon realize that keeping Psychic Spencer around for much longer was probably out of the question.

She looked up to see her best and brightest storm hotly through the door. Juliet was first, a bold look on her face. Immediately behind her was Lassiter, roughly handling a handcuffed and surprised looking Shawn Spencer by the collar. Buzz and Gus were in tow, both looking equally confused.

Karen could not stop looking at Juliet, however. Her features were stern and unmoving, save her jaw that clenched before she spoke. A little too unnerving for even the Interim Chief.

"Chief," Juliet began, "We have reason to suspect Mr. Spencer's validity as a psychic."

"Oh, come on Jules," Shawn retorted, forcing a laugh while at the same time grimacing against Lassiter's painful grip. "I'm sure it was real fun arresting me at the Psych office this morning but really, if you wanted to do some role-playing, you could have just told me." He turned to Karen. "Chief, this is just one big misunderstanding."

Karen was visibly taken aback. She looked at Shawn, who appeared cool under fire as normal, but there seemed to be something amiss in his eyes. Could this be true? Shawn Spencer - not a psychic? She turned back to Juliet, who continued to look enraged. Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were crossed in front of her chest. Of all people, why was his girlfriend turning him in? Unless, Karen realized, he hadn't told her in the first place.

She sighed and absently wondered if Joe Friday ever had to deal with this kind of shit before.