Author's note: Hello there! I just wanted to say that this story takes place in season two of Chuck/season three of Psych. Enjoy, everyone!

Chuck popped another jellybean into his mouth, oddly intrigued by the nature documentary playing in the Buy More home theater room. Strangely, the day's events had been uneventful. Jeff and Lester, as far as Chuck knew, were safely tucked behind the Nerd Herd counter, and Morgan had last been seen talking with Big Mike. Anna was on lunch break, and he himself was...well, slacking off, not that he had anything better to do.

In an instant, Casey burst through the door in his usual intimidating manner. "Come on, Bartowski, General Beckman wants us at Castle."

"Why?"

"I don't know, moron, she didn't tell me. Just come on."

"Okay." He jammed the half-empty jellybean bag in his back pocket and followed Casey down to Castle.

When they had arrived, Sarah was already standing in front of the screen where General Beckman's face usually appeared. "Hey, Chuck. Casey."

"Hi Sarah," Chuck replied.

"Afternoon, Walker."

"Any word on what General Beckman wanted to talk to us about?" Chuck asked her.

"No. I'm assuming we're getting a new mission, but she didn't tell me anything about it."

At that moment, General Beckman began the conference call. "Good afternoon, team. I hope none of you have plans this weekend."

Chuck began, "Well, actually, Ellie wants me to..."

General Beckman glared.

"Never mind," Chuck finished.

"I'm asking each of you to embark on a very detailed assignment," continued Beckman. "Early last week one of our agents made a startling discovery. FULCRUM has developed their form of an Intersect, although thankfully it isn't as dangerous as what Mr. Bartowski possesses. This program allows for sharpened senses, which allows those who have it to perform detailed deductions."

"Like Sherlock Holmes?" Asked Chuck.

"Essentially," General Beckman answered. "This was released about three years ago, even before the actual Intersect Chuck has was developed. We received information that between five and ten people have been exposed to this program, all living within the state of California. Since one of the men suspected of having it lives and works in the city of Santa Barbara, I have assigned you three to drive there and investigate him."

"Who is he?" Sarah asked.

"Our suspicions lie mainly on a man named Shawn Spencer." General Beckman's face was replaced on the screen by a picture of a younger man with an average build and brown hair. Chuck looked at the photo intensely, but didn't flash.

"I'm not getting anything, I'm not flashing," said Chuck to the General.

"I thought you might not," she said back. "It's likely that he's only a citizen that FULCRUM pulled in to test their system on. He may or may not be doing work for FULCRUM outside of their main database. As you can tell, there are a lot of unknown details still to be discovered."

"What's the job, General?" said Casey.

"For the past three years, Spencer has been working as a so-called "psychic detective" along with his associate, one Burton Guster. He is often called in as a consultant for the Santa Barbara police department, but he and Guster will also do cases for hire. Tomorrow, Agent Walker and Mr. Bartowski will drive to Mr. Spencer's office and ask for help in locating a man who doesn't exist. I'm sending over a file with everything you will need to know about this fake case you will be taking to him. You will observe him and follow him as he does his job. Watch for anomalies that might indicate that he has some sort of Intersect. Major Casey, you will be on surveillance. Follow Agent Walker and Mr. Bartowski when they are with Spencer and even Guster. If you feel like you might need to follow anyone else linked with Mr. Spencer, go ahead. This could potentially be a very dangerous mission for all of you. If he does have the abilities he's suspected of, it will be easier for him to uncover your identities. And Chuck?"

"Yes, General?"

"While you are in the Santa Barbara area, I want you with Agent Walker or Major Casey at all times."

"Uh, yes ma'am."

"Thank you, team, and good luck." With that, General Beckman ended the call.

"Chuck, just relax."

"Sarah, I can't relax! General Beckman made this mission seem really scary."

Sarah and Chuck had just parked outside the Psych Detective Agency office but hadn't gotten out of the car yet. It was a cloudy mid-morning, and Chuck was immeasurably tired. All three members of Operation Bartowski had stayed up late the following day studying the fake case file that General Beckman had sent over. They had even had to look over previous cases that Shawn Spencer had solved, because Sarah wanted to make it look like she was a big fan of the man and his work.

"Chuck, as usual, it's unnecessary to be scared. Yes, this case is risky, but I'll be right there the whole time. Now come on, let's go."

Sarah opened and shut her car door and Chuck did the same. Casey was down the street in a surveillance van. Everything was ready, and Chuck was insanely nervous.

As the two walked through the door of the Psych office, the first thing they saw was popped popcorn scattered across the floor. No voices could be heard, but there was a very faint sound in the air—chewing. As Sarah and Chuck came into the main area of the office, they saw two men at separate desks with their faces buried in two large bowls of popcorn, eating quickly and ravenously. It was a very strange and humorous situation, and Chuck couldn't help but laugh. At the sound, the two men lifted up their heads and stared. "Oh, sorry," said the guy that the two recognized to be Shawn Spencer. "We were just having a...popcorn eating contest. You know, like you do on a Saturday afternoon it's cloudy out." He paused, taking a long look at Sarah. He raised his eyebrows. "Hello there." The other man, who was about the same height as Shawn, black, and smartly dressed, came and did something similar, fixing his glance on Sarah. "Is there something we can help you guys with?" He asked with a casual smile.

Sarah batted her eyelashes flirtatiously and Chuck rolled his eyes. "Are you Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster?" She asked.

"Please, please," said Shawn's associate in a very suave manner. "Call me Gus."

"Or, call him "Honey Bear." He likes that too," said Shawn.

"That's not true," said Gus, glaring at him. "What's your name?"

"I'm Sarah Walker."

Chuck spoke, trying to call attention to himself. "And my name is Charles Carmichael. I-"

"Charles Carmichael? Are you serious, man? That's like the coolest name ever," said Shawn. "But can I call you Charlie? Les? Carl? Chuck?"

Chuck's ears perked up, and Shawn continued, "Well, there's no way I can possibly choose, so I guess they'll all have to do. Anyways, what are you guys doing here? What's up?"

"Let me just say first that I am your biggest fan, Mr. Spencer," said Sarah, carefully scooting closer to him and allowing their shoulders to touch. Chuck rolled his eyes again, trying to be inconspicuous. "That's why I know you'll be able to find Brent."

"Who's that?" Asked Shawn.

"My neighbor. We were close."

"How close? Boyfriend? Or is Charles here your beau?"

"No, I'm single. Charles is just my friend, and so is Brent."

"I see. And what happened to him?"

"I don't know. Nobody does.I guess he just left without a trace. His car is gone, if that helps."

"It does, Sarah, thank you. Have you filed a missing person's report with the police department?"

"No. I don't know how long he's been gone. I only just noticed it, but I called his parents and they told me that they hadn't heard from him since Thursday."

"Should we visit Jules and Lassiter, Shawn?" Asked Gus.

"Good idea, my friend," Shawn answered. "Come along, Sarah, Gus, Charlesy, it's off to the police station."