A/N: So this is something I've been working on for a couple of months now. The story is completely written... just working on getting it beta read. So I wanna use a second to shout-out my beta reader, Olivia94, for being awesome! Also, I'll be giving out virtual pineapples and shout-outs in my next chapter for anyone who guesses which movie title I have borrowed for this story. Enjoy!

Lassiter growled as he pulled up to the street curb in front of the latest crime scene. The house sat just a bit back from the actual road. A decent sized driveway wound it's way up to the house. A groan escaped his lips at the slight distance of the walk ahead of him. If it weren't for the yellow crime scene tape that extended from the front of the house all the way to the end of the sidewalk, there would have been nothing to foreshadow what the horrific scene that awaited him. The street was full of passersby who just had to get a peek at what was going on.

Opening his car door, then taking a step outside, Lassiter grumpily noticed two things: One, his partner wasn't there yet, and two, there were only two patrol officers on the scene. Then again, he thought mildly, he did just live right down the street from the crime scene.

He passed by the crime scene tape and he walked up to Officer McNabb, who grinned at him.

"Good morning Detective Lassiter." Buzz said cheerfully as he opened the front door for the detective.

Lassiter just nodded his head in response as he entered the house. His attention was immediately attached to the mess of blood coloring the floor an off shade of rust. He was inching forward to inspect the rest of the scene in front of him, as well as the body that lay just a few feet to his right, when something caught his eye. It was movement, and Lassiter's first thought was that maybe more patrol officers were inside the house; but even still, his hand fluttered to the gun on his hip, as he quietly edged in the direction of the movement.

Once at the corner of the hall he stood in, he froze and listened for more movement. Upon hearing a faint scuffle, Lassiter swung around the corner, gun drawn. The figure, who was standing in what could only be considered the den, stopped in their tracks. The figure turned toward Lassiter-no mask, nothing hiding his face. He scowled at Lassiter before making a run for it.

"SBPD! Freeze!" The detective yelled belatedly. With a frustrated moan, Lassiter took off after the suspect.

Shawn stifled a yawn as he stumbled blindly into what could loosely be referred to as his living room. Living in what used to be a laundromat doesn't exactly make for a glamorous lifestyle; however, it does give you the ability to transform certain parts of the broken down building whatever you'd like. Plus, you can't beat a merry-go-round closet.

Opening the fridge, he grabbed the near empty carton of milk and the first box of cereal his hand came in contact with. After placing the milk and cereal on the table, he grabbed a bowl from the dish drainer on the makeshift counter space. Yawning again, he placed his free hand against his mouth to stifle the noise, as he sat down on one of two chairs in front of the small kitchen table.

He poured a bit of cereal into the bowl before chasing it with the remainder of the milk, all the while wondering why Juliet still refused to let him stay the night. Two weeks they'd been secretly seeing each other, and he had yet to stay the night at her place. He wasn't afraid to ask her to stay with him, and she wasn't afraid to accept. It wasn't like she didn't have a good time with him-last night was proof of that. He'd probably be less tired at-he glanced at the clock on his wall-ten in the morning if he could just sleep at her place until morning. Instead he had to drag his half-asleep self from her extremely comfortable bed, and ride his motorcycle all the way over to his place before crawling into his hard, lumpy bed.

Shawn put his bowl back into the sink. He'd deal with it later. For a moment he thought about laying back down and sleeping in, but the ringing of his cell phone stopped those thoughts instantly. He grabbed a hold of the device and, without checking the caller id, answered it.

"What's up, Chief?"

"We need you at the station now, Mr. Spencer."

Shawn tried to hide the disappointed sigh that escaped his lips. It wasn't that he didn't love a good case, getting on Lassie's nerves and seeing his very beautiful girlfriend, but his lumpy uncomfortable bed was practically calling his name.

"I'll be there in a bit, Chief."

Lassiter stared blankly at the Chief. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. It had to be some sort of sick joke. There was no way that O'Hara, Guster, and Spencer were seriously going to go after his perpby themselves. Without him. Without his expertise?

"Did I hear you correctly..."

"Yes Carlton. You heard me correctly. We need someone here to give our people in the field." Chief Karen Vick paused for a moment as she pointed out Juliet, Shawn, and Gus, "The play by play. Who better than our very own lead detective?"

Lassiter stared at the chief in disbelief. He knew that he was being sidelined for something more than his on the case and micro-management skills. As far as he was concerned, that was a pile of bull.

"Chief. I really think that my skill would be better utilized out there. Not in here stuck behind a desk."

Chief Vick sighed heavily. She had known that Lassiter would have a problem with this set up. She sympathized with the man, but knew that the risks of having him in the field far outweighed the benefits. Hesitantly she revealed her true motives.

"Look, Carlton. You are the only person alive who can visually identify him. If you go with the team," Chief Vick had to pause to emphasize the word 'team' "Then he could spot you. Not only would you be putting yourself in danger, but your team as well. Is that what you want, Carlton?"

She knew that he didn't want that. Lassiter would never jeopardize his partner's safety and, although he may deny it, he wouldn't want to be responsible for any harm that came to Shawn or Gus, either.

"No, Chief."

It was a simple answer, and yet she could tell by the pained expression on his face that the detective was at war with himself.

Even if Juliet could control Shawn more often than not, Vick would have felt better if Carlton was with them. Not only did he have more experience, but he was always opposed to whatever methods Mr. Spencer used.

"Listen to me." The chief paused, turning her attention to the three individuals standing together a few feet away. "This is still Detective Lassiter's case. Every bit of information you get goes to him. He will lead you, as he'll be getting information in from other stations. You will be working with other departments to get this guy as quickly as possible. This was not his first kill, and based on the taunting note we found, it will not be his last."

Sighing, she paused and pulled out the note. Shawn had yet to see it, but both detectives had. The chief saw Juliet cringe only slightly, at the sight of the letter, and didn't have to wonder why. She knew that the young detective cared about Shawn and his well-being. She was not naïve about the relationship, though, and could see that something deeper was going on.

"Ah. Detectives. Get ready for the trip of a lifetime. You want to find me? You will need to follow me as I make my way through portions of the country. A killing spree is what you'll call it. I'll call it fun. For now, you can call me The Tourist. Funny, I know, oh and before I forget. If you want to find me, to catch me, you'll need psychic powers. Oh wait, you have that don't you? Whatever you do, don't forget your psychic. He's the key."

Chief Vick didn't understand what all these serial killers had against Shawn. Mr. Yang, Mr. Yin, and now The Tourist. It was like Shawn attracted an endless line of psychopaths. At least he did tend to catch them.

"Be careful out there. He called you out, Mr. Spencer. He'll be looking specifically for you. Watch your backs, all of you. And as much as it pains me to do this..." She paused, walking around her desk and opening a drawer. She pulled something out, and Shawn's eyes lit up at the sight in front of him. "Your father has informed me that you're actually pretty good with one of these, and since you won't have Detective Lassiter, one of you will need to carry a gun. Henry told me it should be Shawn."

She handed him the gun and watched as he stared at it like a kid in a candy store. She really hoped that she wouldn't regret her choice.

"Now, first stop will be Los Angeles-that's where the very first killing took place. The LAPD has promised to cooperate, and share all information with us. The only reason being the fact that The Tourist called out our psychic. Be courteous with them and again, be careful. You're dismissed."

Lassiter sneered at Shawn before turning on his heel and leaving the Chief's office. Shawn grinned knowingly as he followed Lassiter back to his desk.

"Ah! Come on, Lassifrass. Turn that frown upside down. Smile like you mean it!" Lassiter let his hand rest on his gun as his eyes locked with Shawn's. "Hear me now, Spencer. You will follow my lead. You will not harass me when I give you orders, and you will take care of my partner. If you return her to me in anything less than perfect condition, I will not hesitate to use this on you."

Shawn gulped, and tried to cover up the fear in his eyes. Lassiter always said things like that to him, but this time he knew that the man was sincere.

"Carlton!" Juliet yelled, aware that her partner did not take well to Shawn or his antics. She huffed, unable to think of anything but the anger she felt to know that, after all these years, Lassiter still didn't trust her to keep herself alive. She didn't need Shawn to take care of her-Though she couldn't deny that the thought made a smile creep onto her lips.

"I was just explaining the rules to Spencer. I'm not going to shoot him...at least not yet."

"You will not shoot him, period."

Shawn smiled broadly at Lassiter, who tapped his gun in a 'I want to shoot you' kind of way.

"He's a valuable consultant." Juliet insisted.

She was surprised when she noticed how the smile fell off of Shawn's face. For one tiny moment she saw as his usually brilliant eyes dim as hurt shone through. If she would have blinked she would have missed it, he regained his composure so quickly. If only he knew just how badly she wanted to say more, to reassure him just how much he meant to her, but not only would that put her job on the line, but his as well.

"Yeah. Right. You better get a move on. It's rush hour."

Juliet shook her head. No more needed to be said. Rush hour traffic was bad enough in Santa Barbara, she was really not excited to see how much worse it was going to be in Los Angeles.