AN: Here is my Psych/CSIcrossover. Enjoy!

SANTA BARBRA 2005

She couldn't believe that she was doing this. Deagonna was leaving beautiful Santa Barbra. She was leaving her friends, her work… her husband. Shawn. She still hadn't told him that she was leaving him. Her thick wavy black hair was blown back in the air conditioning as she drove home to get her bags. 'I hope that Shawn is home.' She thought as she pulled onto her street.

It was about one thirty. He had to be home. His motorcycle was here. So was the tiny blue car that she came to associate with Burton, Shawn's best friend since grade school. She sighed as she parked the car in park and turned off the engine. 'Shawn, I've thought about this, and I believe that- no. That won't work.' She thought as she entered the two bedroom house. As usual, Shawn and Gus were talking about their pasts. "Oh, hey, Dea. How was your day?" He got up and gave her a slight kiss.

"Hello, Deagonna."

She sighed before saying "Gus, I told you to call me Dea. It's a nickname." She then turned toward her husband and added "It was good. I solved another case today. We got an anonymous tip today." Shawn chuckled and looked slightly at Gus. There seemed to be something that he wasn't telling her.

"Another case? That's crazy!" Shawn gave a nervous chuckle. "Oh, I can smell the irony. It smells like bananas."

"Shawn, Bananas don't have iron in them. Red meat has iron in them-"

"I've heard it both ways, Gus." Dea sighed at the banter.

"What did you do now, Shawn? I thought you were done with that!" She raised her voice a little bit at him.

"Can you let me explain?" Shawn quickly said before continuing "I'm now a consultant for the SBPD and Gus and I have our own office now." Deagonna looked at him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Shawn, what kind of consultant?" She asked. Her dark brown eyes were glaring at him, and then she looked at Gus. She knew that Gus couldn't lie to her. "Gus? You care to tell me what's going on?" She smiled sweetly.

"Gus… buddy. Don't give into her sugary sweet smile. It's too late for me, but, you can save yourself!" Shawn exclaimed dramatically.

"Shawn and I have a detective office called Psych because to police think Shawn is psychic", Gus said quickly. He looked over at Shawn and said "I can't help it with her smile, Shawn. You know that!" Whoa- wait. Shawn is lying to the police? He's lying to her boss' boss and her (kind of) co-workers?

"Damn it, Shawn! What the hell are you guys thinking? I work there! I need these people to trust me! That's it. I'm done with you" Dea was livid. She gave a noise of anger before heading up to their bedroom.

"Shawn, you've done it now."

"Gus, shut up."

"I'm just saying-"

"Gus, seriously. I'm trying to hear."

"Hear what?"

"Hear your thoughts. I'm trying to hear what she's doing obviously." These house was quiet except for the sounds of drawers opening and closing up in their bedroom. He then heard zippers opening and closing. That's when he realized: she was really done. Deagonna was packing up her bags and leaving.

"What do you hear?"

Shawn sighed and looked down. "I hear the ending of a marriage."