The Santa Barbara Police Department, usually bustling and busy, was empty this cold rainy Monday. The receptionist was away doing who-knows-what, and silence was all that could be heard throughout the entire building. So naturally McNab noticed when a spunky red-headed girl walked into the station.

"Hi, can I talk to the chief of police please?" she approached him and asked.

"Um, well you have to have an appointment, she's, er, busy…" he said, looking around at the empty police station he sighed. "Why do you need to see her?" he added.

"I need to talk to her, it's kind of urgent. You know what… what the hell, I'm psychic and I have a, um… tip to give her," the red-head said, but instantly regretted it when she saw the look on McNab's face.

"Wow! Your psychic? I have a friend who's psychic, you should meet him, his name is"

"Can I just see the chief?" she interrupted, obviously irritated.

"Oh, yeah, totally!" he said in child like excitement, "right down that hall," he pointed towards Chief Vicks office, where she hurriedly approached.

"Excuse me, Chief Vick?" the red-head knocked on the open door, addressing the drowsing form at the desk.

"What? Huh?" she awoke with a start. "Oh, my apologies, how can I help you miss…"

"Nicole Nickwell ma'am," she stated. "This may seem a bit upfront, but I'm psychic, and I saw something terrible happen to a person in Santa Barbra."

"Well you can file a report miss Nickwell," the Chief said blatantly.

"No, I saw it. In a vision." Nicole said, stressing the word saw.

Chief Vick let out an exasperated sigh. "Look Miss Nickwell, I can't trust somebody just off of a supposed vision. For all I know you might not even be psychic."

Nicole Nickwell threw her hand to her head and rested two fingers on her temple, thinking. "You have a daughter, young. You recently had trouble finding a nanny for her. You think your job is stressful, but won't give it up because of the pay. Your husband thinks you should take up a hobby, but you think you don't have time." Nicole recited, her eyes moving rapidly beneath her closed eye lids. "And, you hate that a Mr. Shawn Spencer is extremely theatrical in his 'psychic' revelations. You doubt me, because you secretly doubt him."

Chief Vicks mouth dropped. "Please, Ms. Nickwell, explain to me what you saw."

In that same instant a certain psychic detective burst through the open door with a blue sno-cone in one hand, and a certain pharmaceutical rep by his side. "Told you we should have gotten here sooner Gus!"

"Shawn you were the one that wanted to get sno-cones! Who gets sno-cones when it's raining?" Gus asked to no one in particular.

Shawn handed Gus his sno-cone, receiving a confused look from Gus, and eyed Nicole suspiciously, "Well I was unaware of another psychic then. My name is Sha-"

"Shawn Spencer, 'psychic' detective for the SBPD," Nicole interrupted, eyeing Shawn with just as much suspicion. She smirked and said, "And you don't have to be psychic to know I am, the officer up front told you."

"Thanks for introducing me Chief…" Shawn stood, obviously dumbstruck

"I didn't Mr. Spencer, now if you could step outside a moment I'd like to speak with Ms. Nickwell alone," she motioned toward the door."