Author's Note: So. Stupid title, I know, and it's subject to change. This story has actually been brewing for quite some time. It's a crossover between Psych and House and I haven't actually done anything with it for awhile. Recently though, a friend of mine expressed the desire that I finish it, and while it's not finished yet I figured I could at least post the first chapter. As I've never started posting a story that was unfinished I don't know how regular updates will be but I'll try my best and I hope it catches the interest of somebody. So, care to take a ride with me, destination unknown? If so, here we go...

When Mavericks Collide

"You are going to a medical conference?" Dr. Eric Foreman demanded incredulously of his boss, Dr. Gregory House.

"Yes, why is that so surprising?" House asked.

"Well, since I've worked with you I can count the number of times you've went to conferences on one hand. One finger, actually. What's so special about this one?"

"Hmm, I don't know," House said mock seriously, pretending to think about it. "Maybe because specialists from all over the world will be there and I was invited."

"And the fact that Dr. Wilson was invited too can't hurt, right?" Thirteen said wryly, right as Foreman snorted.

"Yeah, if all else fails you'll at least get to annoy Wilson, right?" Kutner asked, and Wilson, walking into the Diagnostics office just then groaned.

"Please, don't remind me," the Oncologist said, rolling his eyes. "I still have to endure the flight with him too."

"Flight? Where's this conference at exactly?" Taub asked.

"Santa Barbara, California," Wilson said.

"I can feel what she felt!" Shawn Spencer, fake psychic detective exclaimed, flailing around the Santa Barbara Police Department in the throws of one of his famous "visions".

"Here we go again," Head Detective Carlton Lassiter muttered, watching Shawn. There was no way the man was a psychic, though the police detective had to grudgingly admit to himself that whatever it was Spencer did worked. They already knew who the murderer was, thanks to him; they just needed to know where the body was. The last and most damning piece of evidence.

"Oh, she's so cold!" Spencer exclaimed, rubbing his arms as though to get rid of a chill. "I see ice! Lots of ice! Alaska?"

Lassiter rolled his eyes again. No way the body was in Alaska. No way.

"No, not Alaska," Spencer corrected, and Lassiter rolled his eyes again. "Cold though."

"A freezer?" Burton Guster, Shawn's best friend suggested.

"Yes!" Shawn declared. "A freezer!" Now he rounded on the nervous looking man standing between Chief Karen Vick and Jr. Detective Juliet O'Hara. "You put her in the freezer of your meat shop, didn't you, you dirty dirty man!"

"She deserved what she got!" the man snapped suddenly. "She deserved it and I'm not sorry!"

"Sounds like a confession to me," Chief Vick said, nodding at Shawn. "Detective Lassiter, O'Hara, book him and read him his rights. Then send a team to remove the body. Good work Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster," she added as her detectives led the murderer away.

"I'm just glad he's behind bars now," Shawn said, rubbing his temples as though he were exhausted and sagging into a nearby chair.

"Dude, what are you doing this weekend?" Shawn asked Gus as they left the police station.

"Well, there's a medical conference in town that's open to the public," Gus said. "I thought I might go check it out."

"A medical conference?" Shawn exclaimed. "You have the weekend off and you want to spend it in a medical conference?"

"What's wrong with that, Shawn?" Gus demanded defensively. "It sounds interesting. Specialists from all over the world are coming. You should check it out with me, you might learn something."

"Gus, I don't want to learn something, I want to have fun!" Shawn complained and Gus rolled his eyes.

"Well I'm going. They're going to have a free buffet and everything," Gus said to much dramatic sighing of his friend.

A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated.