The sun shined brightly, the birds were singing, and the palm trees had a happy sway to them. Shawn Spencer whistled happily as he walked along the streets of Santa Barbara. He felt that today was going to be a good day. He wasn't sure why, but he felt that the day was going to bring nothing but good things ahead.

He avoided a skateboarder, making sure not to drop the container with the two coffees he was carrying, or the bag of muffins. He had just come from his favorite coffee shop, where the new counter girl had given him her number. Shawn hadn't even asked her, just given her a bright smile.

As he got close to the office, he noticed that two cars were in the parking lot. Gus' blue sensible ride, and a red police looking sedan.

The red car looked similar to Detective Lassister's ride. Shawn set the coffee and bag of muffins on the top of the car. He bent forward a little, cupping his hand around his eyes and peered through the front window. It had the same police parking permit, and the trash that was normally in the back floorboard of Lassister's car. He wondered what Lassister was doing here; he wasn't one to just drop by. Lassister tried to avoid seeing Shawn as much as possible.

Lassister seemed at times that he completely hated Shawn's guts, and didn't want to have anything to do with him. Maybe Lassister had just come by to gloat over something, whatever it was Shawn wasn't going to let it ruin his day.

Shawn grabbed the coffee and muffins, and headed into the office. When he opened the door, he heard light snoring from the couch, and someone typing on the computer in the other room

Lassister was the one lightly snoring. The detective was stretched out on the couch in front of the television, a pillow under his head, and a red plaid blanket draped over his lower half.

Shawn was about to lean over, and say something to the Detective. He wanted to know what he was doing here, especially why he was sleeping. Didn't Lassister have to go to work soon?

Gus stopped Shawn from waking the detective up, because he motioned with his hand for Shawn to come join him.

"This is awkward, if I knew he was going to be here, I would have picked him up some coffee, and some delicious chocolate chip muffins." Shawn set one of the coffees on Gus' desk, and pulled a muffin out of the bag. "I can go wake him up to see if he wants one of my muffins."

"Don't wake that man up, Shawn." Gus said simply, not offering any kind of explanation about why Lassister was sleeping on the couch.

"Okay, suit yourself." Shawn walked over to his desk. He propped his feet on the top. He set the coffee on the desk, and pulled out one of the muffins taking a bite. He was trying to figure out when Lassister got in, because Gus had left at 7:30 last night. Shawn had left shortly after that because he had had a date. Gus didn't make any indication that he had been planning to come back to the office, but Lassister wasn't the type of person to break into an office. So, Gus must have let him in.

Gus typed on the computer for awhile, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee.

Shawn tilted his head, and watched him, pretending to be totally interested in his muffin. Finally, after what seemed to him like twenty minutes, but really had to be a minute, he asked. "So, no explanation for why Lassie is sleeping on the couch?"

"No."

Shawn wondered if Gus had slept here as well. Gus was wearing a different outfit from yesterday, Shawn thought, though he could have easily changed since the pants were very similar.

"Can I go watch TV?"
Gus took a bite of his muffin, and scowled at Shawn. He chewed it and swallowed it. "You don't need to watch TV right now, Shawn. I am sure there are plenty of other things you can be doing without going in there and waking Lassister up." He took a sip of coffee to wash any crumbs from his mouth.

Shawn scrunched up his nose for a millisecond; he didn't like Gus keeping things from him. Shawn took his feet off his desk, opened his laptop and pushed the power button. "Seriously, no explanation. You are just going to leave me with questions. You know I hate that." Shawn gave Gus a mock pout.

"It doesn't matter." Gus said nonchalantly, not even looking up from the computer as he typed.

"What are you guys buddies now? You make me think you are going home, so you guys can hang out, is that it? Because you definitely aren't surprised that he is here, or that he is sleeping on the couch. I know he didn't break into the office, Lassie would never do that. It's not his style." Shawn walked over to Gus to peer over his shoulder, but Gus exited out of the window where he had been working.

"I did go home last night after I left, I just came back." Gus closed his laptop. "And what if we are buddies, what does it matter?"

"Well, your buddy shouldn't be sleeping in the lounge, what if potential clients come in." Shawn was mainly teasing; he wasn't sure whether anyone would come in or not. He had just said that to see Gus' reaction.

Lassister, whom had apparently heard Shawn's last comment, chose that moment to get off the couch. He slipped his feet back in his shoes, and neatly folded the blanket on the couch before leaving without saying anything.

"You are going to tell me what that whole thing was about right?" Shawn asked, as he walked back to the desk.

"We'll see. I have to go on my route, call me if we get a case." Gus grabbed his sample case, and headed out.

Shawn waited till he heard Gus' car pull out of the parking lot. He walked over to Gus' desk, and opened the laptop. The computer asked for a password, after it had finished coming on. Shawn typed in what he thought was the password, and was denied access. Gus had apparently changed the password on him.

He tried a couple more possible passwords, and still couldn't get in. Shawn wasn't worried, he would find out what was going on between Gus and Lassister sooner or later.