This came to me while I was watching "Polarizing Express" what if Shawn hadn't gone back to Santa Barbra? What if he did but instead of telling them he was psychic he told them the truth? He still ousted Lassie's relationship with his partner so Juliet does come in next chapter. And basically after a meeting with his dad he decides to leave town again. He meets Juliet and he actually stays for her. He didn't get hired for that first case but he solves cases for the SBPD as… as un-official detective. Don't worry Shawn will be Shawn. Not serious except when he needs to be! Read this chapter and please let me know of your thoughts.

Lost of help from: Jellybean96 and Psycho22

Shawn POV

"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you." Detective Lassiter said looking at me as I opened the door.

I couldn't help but chuckle. The look on the detectives face didn't change, he meant it. "Wait a minute, you're serious?" I questioned looking at him

"A few hours in a holding cell might jog your memory." I looked at the holding cell where other prisoners were. There were three tough looking guys that I did not want to get involved with. The toilet was also out in the open. I don't like that.

"Just give us a reason, Mr. Spencer. That's all we need. How did you get this information?" the nice blonde detective Lucinda asked.

"No, it is too late for that. Officer Allen, book him!" Lassiter commanded. A woman whom I assume was Officer Allen was the same woman as the desk clerk.

"Oh, come on, cuffs? What? For the walk back to the lobby?" I looked at the two detectives in disbelief. As Allen started to cuff me.

"Or, you could give us a plausible explanation." Another chance from the blonde detective.

"Okay, okay. Fine, you win!" I snatched my hands away from the officer's grip. "I got the information, because… Henry Spencer is my dad." I whispered the last part.

"What?" Lassiter looked at me his arms crossed.

"Henry Spencer is my father." I said louder rolling my eyes as he suppressed a chuckle.

"The Henry Spencer? Is your dad?"

"Yes." I licked my lips "He was the best detective this department has ever had. I hate him but that's the truth. I literally grew up in this station, around cops. I was bound to pick up some things." I continued.

"Like?" Lassiter's smile had fallen from his face.

"I already told you. Nervous tick in his hands, dead giveaway."

"Prove it." The detective all but snapped.

"I got it. Go to detention room number two, shake down your vandal. You'll find all the evidence you need. All the evidence is in his left shoe." I patted my left leg. Detective Lucinda rolled her eyes.

"We'll be back here in three minutes." Lassiter started to walk out of the room. He stopped in front of Officer Allen. "With my own cuffs." He walked away with his partner. I sighed and smiled at Officer Allen.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

"That was a lucky guess." Carlton Lassiter grumbled.

"A lucky guess?" Lucinda held up the bag full of red tail light shards.

"He planted it. I don't know."

"His alibi checks." Lucinda and Lassiter watched Shawn converse with Officer Allen.

"Question. Do I pay taxes on reward money?" he asked looking eager.

"I'll find out. Please, feel free to call anytime. That was just amazing how you figured that out!" Officer Allen was chipper.

"You know I will." Shawn smiled and walked out of the station.

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