Author's Note: Yep, I just had to! Combining USA Network's two best shows will be so much fun. Please REVIEW your thoughts.
Santa Barbara, California
"That's it. Shawn, when are you going to learn to follow Police procedure?" Henry Spencer yelled at his overly sarcastic son.
"I was thinking never, with a side of EVER," the fake psychic replied.
The chief of the SBPD entered the room upon hearing the yelling, "Henry, Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster did catch the murderer. No matter how unorthodox his methods were, they did a good job."
"Thank you, Chief," Gus said, "For the record, I did try and convince Shawn to call Lassiter."
Shawn hit his best friend since grade school in the arm, "Really? You're sucking up to her?"
"However, we do want you two to learn more about how consultants should act according to your position," the chief started.
"Whoah, Whoah, Whoah, this isn't going to be like the Police Academy thing again, is it? Because we all know how that turned out," Shawn said with a half smile.
"No, I will not be having another fiasco like that anytime soon," Henry said dismally.
"We're sending you to a Police/FBI Consultant Conference in New York City. You'll be leaving tomorrow," Karen Vick announced.
Carlton Lassiter was passing by when he heard "New York City" and had to intrude, "Did someone say New York City? There's a convention going on there in a couple of days and Special Agent Peter Burke will be speaking. You know, he's the only one to catch Neal Caffrey." Lassiter looked starstruck.
"Neal Cafe? Like coffee? Which reminds me, I could really use some Starbucks..." Shawn interrupted.
"Neal Caffrey. He's a conman, he got busted a couple years ago for bond forgery. What about him?" Juliet O'Hara entered the room.
"Well now that we're all here, We're sending all four of you to New York City for the convention. This is not a vacation," Chief Vick said sternly, seeing the delight on Shawn and Gus's faces.
"Righto, Chief," Shawn said, suppressing the childlike grin.
New York City
"Seriously, Peter. You're not really going to make me come with you to this convention?" Neal Caffrey asked in disgrace.
"You're the best CI there is, Neal. Besides, we can show off the new technology," Peter teased mercilessly.
Neal glanced down at his tracking anklet, "That was low."
"Sorry, Neal. There's no getting out of it. It wasn't my decision, either." The special agent glanced at Reese Hughes in his office.
Neal sighed, "Fine."
"This is going to be fun," Peter noted.
"Oh, just peachy."
"Boss, we got a hit on the Warhol piece stolen. An anonymous tip was posted online," Diana Berrigan entered Peter's office.
"Thanks, Diana. What was the tip?"
"The person that left it saw a tall, caucasian male, brown hair, green eyes walk away from the museum and loaded a painting in a truck."
"That would be our thief. At least we know some physical characteristics now, too bad they didn't tell us more," Peter said, disappointed.
"It's a shame. You know, I could do some digging in the streets for a guy that matches that description. Could take some time though..." Neal suggested.
"Nice try, Neal. You're still going to come to the convention with me."
Caffrey muttered something under his breath. "What did you say, I couldn't hear you," Peter asked.
"I said your hair looked nice is all," the consultant replied.