Disclaimer: Nope don't own it..would probably spoil the show

"I'm telling you Gus, she was the wicked witch of the west."

"Shawn, Mrs. Worts was not the wicked witch of the west"

"Dude, did you not hear her evil cackles whenever she piled up homework on us."

Gus shook his head, what on earth was he going to do with Shawn. "Shawn, homework is necessary for a student's development."

Shawn looked at him with a mixture of shock and amazement. "Oh my gosh, you had a crush on her!"

Gus' face now held a look of pure horror and annoyance. "Had a crush on her! Shawn are you out of your mind, that woman gave me the creeps."

"Uh but a minute ago you were just picking up for her."

"Yes because she was a good teacher. That's it, nothing else."

"Gus it's perfectly natural to have a crush on your teacher, but above all the hot teachers you had to choose Mrs. Worts." Shawn screwing his face as he said the latter.

"Shawn I did not have a crush on her."

"Whatever floats your boat man." Shawn said smirking. He knew Gus was telling the truth but it was way too good an opportunity to pass up.

All the way to his car Gus was trying to convince his best friend that he did not in any way like their eighth grade teacher, but his pleas were interrupted when he saw Shawn's expression turn serious and walk away without any notice.

"Shawn, where are you going?"

Shawn held up his hand and motioned him to come. He made his way further towards the back of the café, and then he stooped down in the grass. "Gus what does this look like to you?" Gus bent down beside him, his eyes widening just a bit when he saw a speckled trail of red on the fresh grass. When Shawn was sure Gus had seen it he got up to follow the trail.

"Shawn, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to see what this trail leads to," he said a matter-of-factly, "Are you coming?"

"Oh no, I'm not following a trail of blood. A trail of blood never leads to anything good. A trail of blood means that someone or something was injured and whoever or whatever did the injuring might still-" Shawn didn't wait to hear the rest of what Gus was saying and went behind the bushes.

"Shawn!" Gus had no other choice but to follow him. After all, he had to make sure he was okay. "Shawn how could you-" Again Gus was cut off, but this time it was because of what he saw. A dead body.

Shawn took in what he could of the scene before him. The man was stabbed in the chest, close to the heart, by some dull object judging by the amount of blood lost and the size of the wound. Other than that, however, there was no form of injury, no form of a struggle, meaning the victim was probably familiar with the attacker. Shawn looked around him and wondered how was it that a man was murdered behind a café and no one knew. Then again, it was a public holiday and most people were at their homes. He looked back at the body, there was something about the man that wouldn't stop nagging him.

"Hey Gus, does this man look familiar to you?"

"You mean the dead guy?"

"Yes Gus, who else would I be talking about?"

"I don't know," Gus looked back at the body. "No, I've never seen him before. Why?"

""He seems familiar somehow." After racking his brains one more time he decided to push the familiarity issue to the back of his head for a later time and continued, "Well I guess it's time we head to the police station. I feel a vision coming on."

Shawn and Gus made their way to the chief's office. Shawn was ready to go into one of his psychic trances when his eyes fell against a picture haphazardly stuck between paperwork. It was a picture of a family consisting of three brothers and a sister. One of the brothers being the dead guy and the sister being Juliet.