Hi everyone! So this is my first Psych fanfic. This story is set at no particular time except after Psych is established with the SBPD. I love the character of Shawn Spencer and hope that they never have to write his character in an angsty way, but I love angst so I am doing it for them. This will probably be a short story of no more than 10 chapters. I have an idea of where to take this, but it is not fully thought out yet. Let me know what you think!

I do not own the rights to any of the characters of Psych. I just love Shawn Spencer. :-)

Chapter 1: Gus

Gus knew something was wrong when Shawn didn't answer his phone. After all, Shawn always wanted an excuse to show off his lime green "Psych" phone. The truth was, Gus hadn't seen or heard from Shawn in three days. Although not outrageous on its own, other factors bothered Gus. He listed these off in his head: 1.) In the past month, half the time Shawn didn't want to do anything past 5pm. He just wanted to be alone at his apartment, that old dry-cleaners. 2.) The other half of the time Shawn wanted to stay out late at clubs or bars. Seriously late – till close – which Gus could not do three nights a week. Hell, he could barely do that one night a week. 3.) Shawn's concentration was gone. Again, this is not normally something that should bother Gus, as it is Shawn after all, but something about it this time was different. Before Shawn's concentration was steadily distracted, where he would be able to focus if he needed to. But recently even when he needed to, he couldn't. Gus had to direct his thoughts over and over again, constantly snapping him out of an apparent daydream or daze.

Although Gus felt it might be too early to bring this up to anyone else, at the same time he wanted to know if anyone at the station or if Henry had noticed a change in Shawn. Maybe there was a way to slide the topic into conversation. Plus he needed to see if anyone had heard from him in the past few days. First, of course, he would go over to the apartment to see if there was an answer.

It was still relatively early but already dark outside as Gus pulled up to the building. The lights were off, so Gus suspected Shawn wasn't home. Still he went up and knocked. No answer. He waited a minute and tried again. Still nothing. As he turned and started toward his car he heard the door behind him click and open. Looking back he saw Shawn standing in the doorway with sleepy eyes, an unshaven face, and wearing wrinkled clothes.

"Shawn," Gus said as he approached his friend, "I've been calling you for three days. Where have you been?"

Shawn scoffed, "Sorry. I didn't realize we were dating." He turned an walked back in, leaving the door open for Gus. Shawn sat on the couch as Gus closed the door. He turned on the light and stepped further in, crossing his arms as he saw Shawn squint in the "brightness".

Gus looked at his friend more closely. "Jeeze, how many days have you been sleeping in those clothes?"

Rubbing his eyes, Shawn replied, "I don't know. What are you doing here, Gus?"

"Come on, Shawn. I've been worried about you."

"Why?" He looked up at Gus. "I've been here."

"You weren't answering your phone. You know that with the cases we take something could happen. What if you had been kidnapped? How could I have known?" Gus sat in the chair across from the couch.

"Well," Shawn asked, "did you call the cops and report me missing?"

"... no."

"Then you obviously didn't think I was kidnapped. I just wanted some time to myself." Shawn laid down across the couch and flicked on the TV, trying to ignore his friend."

"Yeah," Gus replied, "You have been wanting a lot of alone time recently. What's going on with you? Did something happen? Are you sick? Have a fight with your dad?"

"Nothing, no, no and no. I haven't even talked to him in probably two weeks." Shawn sat back up and turned off the TV. "Are you going to keep interrogating me about this? I was here. Alone. Trying to be just that – alone. So if you don't mind, I would like to continue my project of alone-ness." He got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Gus followed, asking, "So what is it? Either you want to be alone for days on end or you want to go out night after night, acting like a fool?"

Shawn stopped in the kitchen doorway, blocking the entrance. "A fool? Don't I always act like a fool? Maybe right now I am just trying to tone things down and act more responsible. Now please, leave me alone. I just want to go back to bed."

They stared at each other for a minute until Gus turned and started walking out. On his way out the door he muttered under his breath, "I don't think partying and then disappearing is exactly responsible."

Once the door was shut, Shawn continued into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. Downing it in one gulp, Shawn threw the empty can into the recycling, on top of an already towering pile of cans.

Maybe I should have let him see this, he thought as he turned off the lights and went back to bed.

Please review! Also, if you have any suggestions please send them in a personal message (not a review) and I see what I can do. :-)