A/N: ok so i rewrote this chapter and now i like it better.

disclaimer: the psych characters aren't mine, but the oc is :)

It all started the day Gus told me he had to take off... for a month. A month! Seriously dude? A whole month? I think he just wanted to get away from me for a bit... I'll admit that I had been a little annoying this past week, and the week before... fine for the past month and a half. SoI can get a little antsy when we don't have a case, and maybe, just maybe, I tend to sign us up to work on cases that we won't be getting paid for. But whatever, he can have his "pharmaceutical convention" in New York for a whole month.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, my brain started hatching a plan. What? Give me a break; I can't go a whole month without a sidekick/assistant on my cases. I can barely go a whole day without talking to someone. Just ask Gus, he'll tell you.

Anyway, back the plan. Hmmm… how could I get people to compete for a job without realizing it, and without letting Gus know what I was up to? He wasn't leaving for another week; I'd have to work quickly. I've got it! I'll put a very inconspicuous ad in the newspaper… Gus will never be the wiser. Now for the competition… well they'll have to send me their résumés… then I'll look them over… oh! And a nice head shot or something similar. Then I'll be able to make a decision for who… for whom?... will make it to round two. Sweet dude. I love myself; I am totally the awesomest schemer I know.

Sweet, this plan is working perfectly. Hmm… this chick looks decent, her résumé isn't all that great, I mean seriously, this is a psychic agency, why should I hire an aspiring model/actress… although that picture she sent in… hmm. Well this dude seems qualified, but if I hire a dude, he will surely be unable to fill Gus's shoes which he will be expected to fill… and he is rather repulsive to look at. This chick over here is both quasi-qualified and not that hard on the eyes. Hey this dude might actually be perfect… oops… here comes Gus. I gotta hide these somewhere.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?"

"You're not coming on this trip with me Shawn."

"What? Dude, I'm hurt. How could you possibly think I had an ulterior motive when asking how you were?"

"Whatever Shawn. I'm leaving in three days and you won't be able to talk to me for a whole month."

"Seriously? I won't even be able to call you on the phone and ask how you're doing on your vacay? That's terrible, I didn't know that was a rule. I'm officially banning you from this trip Gus."

"You can't ban me from this trip Shawn. And it's not a vacation, I've told you hundreds of times, it's a very important pharmaceutical convention that only happens once every ten years and is by invitation only."

"Yeah, whatever dude. Go finish packing."

"Shawn?"

"Yeah?" I said, a little distracted, going over the résumés in my head. I do have a photographic memory, you know.

"What is that?" Gus said, curiously.

"What is what?"

"That paper sticking out of your drawer. You weren't looking at a case file were you? You promised I wouldn't have to go on anymore cases until after my vaca… convention."

Yeah I noticed that little slip up too, but chose to ignore it. Fine whatever he needs a vacation; he has seemed a little tense lately. Maybe I should hook him up with a nice massage place that I know of.

"Shawn?"

"What? Oh, no Gus, don't worry it's not a case."

"Then why is it sticking out of your drawer like you put it in there in a hurry. Let me see it, Shawn."

"Don't worry Gus; it doesn't actually directly concern you."

"Shawn…"

"Fine, if you really want to know, I was looking at résumés for a temporary assistant-slash-secretary to help me out around here when you're gone."

"What?! Seriously?"

"Yeah, dude, seriously. I decided that since you're leaving me all alone for a month, during which I plan on working, I needed to hire an assistant to temporarily take your place."

"Well… can I help? I mean, if someone is planning to temporarily take my place to keep you out of trouble, I should at least have a say about who it is."

"Absolutely, dude. Pull up your chair." For the next twenty minutes Gus and I debated over the people who had sent in a résumé. I tried playing up the model/actress but Gus decided to be a party pooper and pointed out that I actually needed someone who I would be able to take to crime scenes, and that bringing along an aspiring model/actress was probably not such a good idea.

"What about this dude?" he asked.

"Really? That dude? He's hideous and makes me want to rip up that picture and burn it on the spot. I would never be able to bring him anywhere, let alone come to work every day knowing he'll be there too."

"Shawn, that's harsh."

knock, knock

Who the heck is knocking on the door?

"Hello?" a girl's voice asked from the doorway.

Ooh! A customer perhaps? "Hello, miss. Please enter my psychic headquarters. I was expecting your visit." I said, which received a glare from Gus.

"Umm… hi. I'm Andy… Andy Sparrow… well Andria really, but everyone calls me Andy. I know the ad said to send in my résumé, but I didn't have any stamps… or envelopes for that matter… or any decent pictures of myself."

Hmmm… not a customer, but a potential temporary assistant. A very good potentially temporary assistant/sidekick. "Greetings, Andy. My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my partner, Juicy Burgerstein."

"Shawn!" Gus said agitatedly. "Hi, my name is Burton Guster, but everyone calls me Gus. Do you have your résumé with you?"

"Oh, yeah, I do, here it is," she said, handing it to me. Wow, she is extremely cute, especially when she's nervous… which she is now… not that I have seen her not nervous, but whatever.

"Ah, yes. Thank you." Hmm, let's see. "It says here that you're 20. And you have a degree in forensic science? How did that happen?"

"Well… I… um… graduated early. It was really easy actually."

Alright, I'll take her word for it. It looks like she is the best candidate for this job. So she's nine years younger than me and Gus, it's not like it's a huge deal. Now all I have to do is decide whether or not I'm going to tell her that she has the job already.

"Shawn, may I speak to you in the other room, for a moment?"

"Certainly Gus. Please excuse us for a minute." I said as we walked away from my potential new temporary partner. Once we were in the next room I said, "Dude, she's perfect for the job, let's hire her."

"Shawn, we can't just…" he stopped mid sentence when my cell started ringing and I held up my hand for him to wait.

"Hold on a sec, its Jules," I said as I flipped my phone open. "Hello? Hi Jules, what can I do for you on this lovely Wednesday afternoon…? I see… okay, hold on a sec, let me ask Gus." Holding my hand over the speaker I said, "Jules has a case for us. It's a triple homicide. Can we do it?"

"Shawn, I told you I don't want to do any cases before I leave."

"Yeah, yeah I know, but Jules said she really needs our help on this one."

"What about Andy? What are we gonna do with her?"

"We can bring her along; it'll be like a try out to see how she'll work. And if she handles it well, she has the job."

"Alright, it sounds reasonable enough…"

"Hey, Jules?" I said back into the phone. "We'll be there in a few minutes. Is it alright if we bring a potential new assistant? Ok, see you soon." As we walked back to the other room Gus told Andy about what was going to happen."

"It may be a little gruesome depending on the scene, we weren't given much detail about it, but we also decided that since you're here already, we can take you along and see how you do. Sort of like a tryout. Get it?"

"Yeah, I understand," she said grinning.

Whoa, her smile is amazing. This definitely beats her nervous look… wait what am I thinking? Stay on topic Spencer! Hmm… maybe this isn't such a great idea… no way, what am I saying? This will turn out fine.

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