A/N: Hello! I'm back with my second Psych story. Thanks so much for your response to my previous one! This story will probably be a two parter, so I hope you enjoy the first part.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Psych or its characters.

Leaning back in the chair opposite Chief Vick's desk, Shawn sighed dramatically as he brought a hand up in classic psychic pose. He screwed his eyes shut and started moving his free hand through the air with rapid, jerky movements. He stopped abruptly when he felt Gus's knuckles punch him hard (a little harder than necessary, he might add) on the shoulder. He whined pathetically before snapping his eyes open.

"These robbers, bandits, delinquents," another shove to the shoulder stopped his rambling, "they are inexperienced. They started off with a much too elaborate heist and believe they got away with it, but no! Someone messed up. Someone left evidence behind that will lead us right to them."

"Well, what is it, Mr Spencer?" Chief Vick requested clearly trying her best not to snap at the young man before her, though Head Detective Carlton Lassiter was failing miserably in his attempt to not look annoyed. Of course, there was the rather distinct possibility that he was not trying to hide his frustration at all, though he did just about manage to stay quiet.

"I will find it," Shawn said with the utmost seriousness to his voice.

"So, in other words, you've got nothing," Lassiter scorned, no longer able to contain himself.

"The spirits are muddled, talking all at once, but with a little more time I am absolutely certain that I will decipher their cryptic message."

"One day, Mr Spencer, one day; that is all I'm giving you," the Chief answered, ignoring the huff that escaped her Head Detective.

"You have my word," Shawn said as he slid from his chair, pointedly not making clear on what exactly that word was.

He smirked at Gus as he accepted the file the Chief handed him before the two made their way out of her office, Shawn waving avidly at Lassiter as they passed him. Gus sniggered slightly at that.

"So, what have you actually got?" Gus asked as they walked out of the police station.

"I don't know," Shawn replied nonchalantly as he walked round the little blue car.

"Why are you going round the driver's side, Shawn?" Gus was sounding horribly suspicious and Shawn did his very best to look completely unperturbed.

"Well, I would have thought it would have been perfectly obvious, my friend," Shawn said as he put his hands on the roof of the car. "I'm driving."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"It's a company car, Shawn!"

"Who are you, Goldie Hawn?"

"What?" Gus actually had the decency to look puzzled for a moment, causing a slow smirk to rise on Shawn's face.

"You know, that movie with Mel Gibson where they're driving around on that really cool motorcycle."

"Oh," Gus said as realization dawned on his face and the confused look from before was replaced with a certain smugness, "Bird on a Wire."

"Yes! See, you do know what I'm talking about," Shawn exclaimed happily, but Gus had obviously seen through his plan because the smug look was once again gone from his face.

"I'm not a woman, Shawn," Gus said nonchalantly.

"Well, clearly you can't be Mel Gibson."

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Does that mean I'm driving?"

Shawn eyed Gus hopefully, but with one look from his best friend he found himself jogging around to the passenger side. Shotgun was cooler anyway.

"Today would be good, Shawn," Gus said as he looked at his watch again.

"Would you relax? I didn't know we were on schedule," Shawn countered as he continued eyeing the crime scene before him. It was strange. Some parts of the scene practically screamed inexperience, where others were sitting calmly in the front row seats and politely telling him that they showed great experience. It was infuriating.

"Yes, you did know that. The Chief only gave us today to solve the case and it's your dad's birthday today."

"We're not celebrating my dad's birthday until tonight, which means we have the rest of the day to enjoy ourselves," Shawn said as he leant down over the smashed jewellery cases.

"And this is your idea of enjoying yourself?" Gus asked as he walked over to stand next to Shawn, clearly trying not to appear intrigued at his friend's sudden silence.

"Obviously we're enjoying ourselves, don't be ridiculous," Shawn answered but he did not look up as he said it, instead opting to continue eyeing the jewellery case. "Huh, that's interesting."

"What's interesting?" Gus said immediately, dropping all pretence of not being interested.

"If you were an experienced robber, would you leave behind bits of jewellery that are worth just as much as the pieces that were stolen?"

"No, that would just not be right to pick and choose like that," Gus said while looking at Shawn expectantly.

"I think our dear friends, the robbers, were disturbed in their heist which resulted in the murder of the night guard," Shawn said, pointing over his shoulder to the spot on the floor where the body had previously been, now only a brownish a spot remained to show its previous location. Gus promptly looked away.

"Didn't they know there was a night guard on duty?" Gus asked as he looked back at Shawn.

"Gus, what would I do without you," Shawn said, sounding so sincere that Gus almost took it as a compliment. Almost. "Wouldn't experienced robbers know to check for night guard?"

"This is great and all, but how does this get us any closer to finding the stolen jewellery?"

Shawn smirked. As much as Gus often said that Psych was primarily his second job, he knew his friend enjoyed this. That eager tone in his voice was a dead giveaway.

"They were probably thrown off by the sudden murder charge, and considering we are going with the fact that they are inexperienced, I don't think they are too far away."

"They are not here, right?" Gus said suddenly looking around nervously.

"Yes, Gus, of course they are," Shawn said sarcastically, "they are hiding in the drawers over by that desk, just waiting to jump out at you and say boo."

"That's not funny, Shawn."

"I thought it was," Shawn mumbled as he moved towards the exit of the jewellery store.

"Now, where are you going?" Gus asked as he caught up with him.

"I'm going to find the stolen goods and the vandals responsible," Shawn said matter-of-factly, as though this was the most obvious thing the world.

"Really?" Shawn nodded. "And how exactly are you planning to do that?"

"You underestimate me, my dear friend," Shawn said as he turned away from the car and walked down the street.

"Where are you going? There car's over here," Gus called after him, but when Shawn merely turned and looked at him with that smirk plastered on his face, Gus jogged after him. "So, why are we going this way?"

"Gus, I don't know how many times I'm going to have to say this," Shawn said, quietly rejoicing at the annoyed look his friend sent him, "the robbers probably freaked after they shot the night guard meaning they wanted a quick getaway. I mean, come on, why else leave some of the jewellery behind? No, they wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible."

"Oh, that explains why we're walking down the street. Thank you, Shawn," Gus said sarcastically, keeping his eyes purposely looking ahead.

"But, it doesn't explain why we're walking down the street," Shawn answered looking slightly confused, "I didn't get to that part yet."

"Okay, Shawn, please continue," Gus said as calmly as he could muster under the circumstances. Shawn lived for these moments.

"Thank you, Burton – OW!" Shawn cried out when Gus whacked him round the head.

"That's for calling me Burton," Gus replied calmly and, might Shawn add, rather smugly.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Gus glared at him and Shawn sidestepped slightly in case another slap was heading his way, "there were no skid marks from a wheel spin, either out front or in the back. Now, you tell, wouldn't there have been wheel spin if they had tried to get away quickly?"

"That's what you are basing your theory on? Wheel spin? That will be a great talk with the Chief; 'Hi, Chief, we have not found the jewellery or the robbers but on the plus side there was no wheel spin'."

Shawn glanced at Gus and noticed that the annoyance and frustration he heard in his friend's voice was only partly true because Gus had just found himself incredibly amusing.

"Hilarious," Shawn said tonelessly, partly just to annoy Gus. "I had something much better in mind."

"Yeah, like what?" Gus questioned as he looked at his friend.

"Like bringing them the jewellery and the robbers," Shawn paused. "Should we call them murderers since they actually killed somebody?"

"Yeah, that's probably right," Gus agreed after he had mulled the thought over for a few seconds.

"How about robburderer?" Shawn suggested.

"Yeah, that would work too," Gus said nodding his head.

"Robburderers," Shawn repeated in serious tone.

"Shawn?"

"Hm?"

"How are you going to find the robburderers?" Gus asked as he stopped walking to look at his friend.

"Easy," Shawn said enthusiastically, "Their little hideout will be close by, because if they were on foot and they ran it would not be too far away because then they would have been caught by the police when they arrived at the scene."

"Great, let's go around and knock on all the doors in the neighbourhood and ask if they are the robburderers."

"Don't be ridiculous, Gus, that would be a total waste of time," Gus glared at him. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Anyway, it's that one."

Gus looked at the house Shawn was pointing at over his shoulder. It looked no different from any of the other houses along the street.

"Why that one?" Gus questioned and he immediately got worried when Shawn's face split into an enthusiastic grin.

"Don't believe me? Let's go ask them," before Gus could stop him Shawn was bounding towards the door, Gus hot at his heels, but before he could stop him Shawn rang the doorbell.

"Shawn! I just asked how you knew!" Gus hissed as Shawn lifted his hand to knock when he didn't get an immediate response from the doorbell.

"Look at the other houses, Gus, all of them have collected the newspaper that was thrown at their poor defenceless door way too early this morning, except for this one."

"First it's wheel spin and then it's newspapers! Shawn, do you have any idea what you're doing?" Gus snapped when Shawn rang the doorbell again.

"Dude, trust me on this, it's cool."

"No it's not, Shawn, if you're right you are knocking on the door of robburderers."

"I've got this," Shawn assured him but he had a vague suspicion that his friend was far from assured. "Besides, this must be the right house because they dropped a little diamond ring which was lying on the grass as we walked up here."

"Shawn!"

"What?"

"Why aren't we calling the police?" Gus exclaimed though his voice had now dropped down a few levels.

"Relax, my dear friend, it's all under control," Shawn said and Gus knew he was doomed. Shawn turned his full attention back to the door as he started banging his fist repeatedly against it while yelling, "Hello! Anybody home? HELLO!"

"Shawn, be quiet," Gus pleaded.

"But…they aren't answering," Shawn said as he rang the doorbell again.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Yes, Gus, obviously it's a bad thing. Would I be knocking on their front door and ringing their doorbell if I didn't want them to come out?"

"Yes."

"Fair point."

"Shawn? I think I hear someone," Gus whispered frantically.

"Finally," Shawn sighed.

"Let's get out of here," Gus urged and started to turn around before Shawn grabbed his wrist.

"Whoa, hang on. You're going now? Dude, we've been standing here like forever waiting for someone to answer the door and when they finally come you want to leave."

"Yes, I want to leave, Shawn, you want to know why?" Gus whispered quickly.

"Yes," Shawn answered innocently.

"Because I don't want to die, Shawn!"

"Gus, nobody is going to…Hello!" Shawn stopped mid-sentence to greet the man now staring down at them. He was only a little older than Shawn and Gus, but he was way, way taller. His hair was close cropped and made Shawn cringe slightly because surely that was hair torture – omitting his friend from that equation of course. It was obvious to Shawn that the man now standing before them was nervous. It seemed as if he had drawn the short straw in an argument on who was to open the door. Sweat had gathered on his brow and his hands were shaking ever so slightly.

"Can I help you?" The man asked almost so politely that Shawn doubted himself.

"Yes, I hope so. My name is Shawn Spencer; I'm the Head Psychic with the SBPD. This here is my partner, Chopstick Chortleton."

Gus glared at him and tried to elbow him in the ribs, so Shawn guessed he was both angry about the name calling and the fact that Shawn had said he was with the police. Really, wasn't that overreacting just a little bit?

"You guys with the police?" Shawn noticed that when the man before them posed the question his voice had just pitched slightly higher. He was definitely worried. Awesome.

"That is correct," Shawn said simply still keeping his face and voice completely serious.

"Why don't you come in?" The man requested to which Shawn immediately noticed Gus shaking his head vehemently.

"We would love to," Shawn answered quickly, "after you Chortleton."

Shawn did his best not to cry out in pain as Gus stamped on his foot as he walked past his friend into the house.

The fake psychic followed his friend into the house, taking a deep breath when he heard the man close the door behind them. He really hoped this was not a bad idea.

"What is this about?" The man asked while they were still in the hallway, which Shawn noticed was annoyingly bland.

"Well, you see Mr…?" Shawn started but as he had grown increasingly tired of calling the man, The Man, with capital letters in his head, he wanted a name.

"Wyatt, Wayne Wyatt."

Wayne Wyatt. Seriously?

"Well, Mr Wyatt," Shawn continued as if the name he had just heard had not just wanted him to either start laughing or make a joke at Mr Wyatt's expense, "there was a robbery in the jewellery store just down the road last night, and I got some very distinct psychic vibes that led me here."

"Really?" Wyatt said questionably and Shawn did not miss the shift in his tone. He was quite certain Gus did not miss it either because he looked about ready to run screaming from the house.

"Yes, it was quite disturbing the way the spirits guided me to this house. They were really quite persistent," Shawn added with a slight smirk.

"Why do you think that would be?" Wyatt asked and by now he was sounding eerily calm. Shawn was not too sure he liked the change. Maybe Gus had been right.

"Why do I think that is?" Shawn said with false incredulity as he glanced at Gus who was again shaking his head subtly. "The spirits say that you know something about the robbery."

By this point Gus looked about ready to either kill his friend or pass out. Shawn was not quite sure which was most likely, but neither was very tempting.

"Do they now?" Wyatt said and before Shawn knew it he was staring straight at the muzzle of a handgun. Okay, this was officially a bad idea. "Robby!"

In response to the yell a man emerged from another room. Shawn groaned. What was it with these big, muscular guys and travelling in packs?

"What the hell is going on here?" Robby exclaimed as he took in the scene before him.

"They're with the police. This here," at this Wyatt motioned towards Shawn, "is apparently Shawn Spencer, a psychic, and the other one is his sidekick, Chopstick Chortleton."

Okay, Shawn admitted the name was less funny now, but how Wyatt could honestly believe that was Gus's real name, Shawn had no idea.

"Yeah, so?" Robby answered and Shawn attempted to look completely innocent when the man looked at him.

"They know about the robbery," Wyatt hissed.

Well, Shawn thought, now I know for sure.

"Is that so?" Robby said, and Shawn decided that he did not like that calm tone at all.

"Wait! I see it now!" Shawn exclaimed dramatically.

"Don't do it, Shawn!" Gus warned and now Shawn was not quite sure who Gus would throttle first given the chance: the bad guys or Shawn.

"You had been eyeing that jewellery store for weeks," Shawn continued as he promptly ignored Gus's failing attempts at getting him to shut up, "you thought it would be a quick and easy job, there was no alarm system, but you had not counted on the night guard who was posted there instead of said alarm system. He interrupted you, and you were startled so you just fired the gun, and BAM, one dead night guard."

Gus looked positively murderous now. Then again, so did the other two men in the room. Maybe he should take bets on who wanted to kill him the most right now.

"I will kill you Shawn," Gus muttered.

Maybe Gus was worth putting the most money on.

"You really shouldn't have said all that," Robby said with that eerily calm, low voice.

"No, Shawn, you really shouldn't," Gus added for good measure.

"So, what –" Shawn started, but Wyatt interrupted him.

"If you so much as sneeze funny I'll put a bullet in you."

Shawn tried desperately to hold back the snort of laughter that threatened to escape, but only partly succeeded.

"What's so funny?" Wyatt questioned.

"Dude, it's 'if you so much as breathe funny', not sneeze funny; because, come on, let's face it, you can't not sneeze funny."

"Shawn! Don't intimidate the bad guys!" Gus exclaimed drawing Shawn's attention to him.

"What, you are taking his side now? He started it."

"Shawn, don't you dare start that now."

"Start what now? I'm just stating one tiny little fact and you blow it out of proportion."

"I'm not blowing anything out of proportion, Shawn; I just want you to stop trying to get us killed."

"Would you two just shut up!" Robby yelled before Shawn had a chance to retaliate.

"But I was just pointing out that your friend, Wayne Wyatt here, got his threat all wrong," Shawn said innocently.

Before he knew it, the butt of Wyatt's handgun connected painfully with the side of his head, causing him to fall to an unconscious heap on the floor.

He should really have listened to Gus.

I hope you enjoyed it! Please drop in a review to let me know if you want the second part of this story.