AN Hey guys. What did I say? Here is my new Psych story! Enjoy

Prologue

1987

"Shawn!"Shawn's dad yelled for him from in the kitchen.

Shawn trumped down the stairs, the look of annoyance like he always had was on his face.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"I want you to think really hard about something. I am asking you to show me where my hundred dollar bill is that I left on the floor."

He looked around, nervously.

"What bill?"

Henry glared at him.

"Okay, okay. Gus said he needed a loan, so I let him borrow it, and he's gonna pay me back extra with interest. I thought that way we could make some more moeny. Bye."

Shawn turned and hastily began to walk back up the steps.

"Get back here, son! We are going to put your detective skills to work. We're going over to Gus's house to see if we can find what he used the money for."

Shawn dipped his head and sighed in defeat.

Present day

"Shawn! Our car has been stolen!"

Gus angrily looked at him.

"What? No it hasn't,"Shawn turned, ending his call, and pursed his lips."Okay, maybe it has. Hmm. I guess we could always buy another one."

"No, Shawn. I liked that car."

Shawn put his arm around his best friend and partner, smiling.

"Then, do you want to get get it back from the Towing Company."

"Huh?"

A small crowd had gathered to check out this stolen car crime. Shawn put a hand to his head.

"I am sensing something!"he cried, wobbling around, a bit like a drunkard.

"Shawn."

"Not now, Gus,"he whispered.

Shawn glanced at the road one more time, his eyes surveying the bumps.

"Our car was towed. If you look at the road, I bet there will be scratch marks every 2 inches. This is because Santa Barbara's tow trucks bounce up and down, causing their fenders to scratch the road."

A woman knelt down.

"He's right!"

The people began clapping and Shawn bowed to please them.

"Thank you. Thank you. Gus and mine's office is right down the road."

"It's Gus's and my office, thank you very much, and-"

"Seriously, man. I advertise for us for free and you just go and try to kick my ass in a talking argument on Puduation?"

"Punctuation."

"I can't do this right now, Gus."

Suddenly, a broadcast was sent through a passerby's radio.

"A murder has occured on the G-train, while west bound."

"Mr. Detective Sir!"

Shawn turned on his heel.

"Yes, sir."

"I'm a woman."

"Oooooh, sorry."

"Did you sense the murder?"

"Uhhhhhhhh..."

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