A/N: Hi again!!!! Didn't take too much to put up another story, huh? Anywho, this picks up The Diary of Jane and yes, this is based on Lady Gaga's Poker Face (I am fully aware that there's a poker episode...). Reviews are always welcome!!!

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The year was 1987 and it was the first day of summer and a young Shawn Spencer was strewn on his bed, ready to hit the sack and sleep in. No sooner had he begun to drift, he felt chilly water being splashed all over him. "Wake up, Shawn!" his father's booming voice vibrated within the boy's ears. "DAD! What the hell?!" Shawn screamed as he vainly tried shaking off the freezing waters. "Watch your language."

Henry Spencer usually did these sorts of things when he wanted to teach his son a lesson and today was no exception. "Today's the day you said you'd clean out the attic and the garage." "Say what?" Shawn retorted, trembling a bit. Then the boy remembered his commitment he had made to his father not too long ago with Gus as a witness. Problem was that he made the commitment before the school administration decided to lengthen the semester and further cutting back on the boys' summer. With a heavy heart and soaked pajamas, Shawn grabbed the mop and broom and cursed his way into the attic. "And no tricking Guster, you hear me?"

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Shawn Spencer hated waking up early by default since before that unfortunate event as he slammed the alarm clock to the floor. It had been three months since the Jane Janet case wrapped and lately, all that Psych was getting were weeping widows and inheritance seekers. Gus was probably is his day job, toiling away with spreadsheets and all that boring jazz.

"What have I told you about tossing alarm clocks to the floor?" A stern voice said from above the bed. Shawn smiled as he slipped back in the sheets. There stood Carlton Lassiter almost ready to go to work, annoyance readily on his face. "Technically this is my alarm clock therefore it was bought for the sole use of being ignored and be thrown to the floor." Lassiter rolled his blue eyes and stepped closer to the sleepy man. "Your level of disrespect now reaches an inanimate object…that's sad."

As the detective reached out to give him a kiss, Shawn noticed a tiny note on his pocket and let his imagination run. "The spirits smell a nice dinner over at the Vermont tonight." The fake psychic whispered before his lips were joined with Lassiter's. "Once again, the spirits are right." The head detective replied; he could never keep a secret long enough. Lassiter knew that Shawn wasn't really psychic but, for some reason, that element brought some sort of challenge that made him work harder. The last three months were bliss for the head detective; catch a couple of bad guys, head back home and spend the rest of the night screwing Spencer senseless. Ironic that Lassiter found himself severely attracted to the man whose only purpose was to undermine his police work.

Shawn pulled the detective into the bed and deepened the kiss. A well placed hand on his stomach and the fake psychic felt a rush of pleasure run through his back. The night the Janet case was closed, the two had what Shawn called the best sex he'd ever have since his senior trip way back in High School with the head cheerleader. "Why don't you have a late day? Just you, me, some pineapples and a desk to destroy…preferably Gus's." "Sorry Spencer but today I have a couple of things to do before you barge in and con your way into my cases."

Shawn was now curious at these so-called 'things' but decided that it was just too damn early to pin Lassie down and extract the information in his favorite way. Regardless, Shawn preferred to do his thing over at the precinct and went back to sleep.

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Three hours later, the Psych Detective phone rang true just as Gus arrived for lunch. "You're needed, Mr. Spencer." Chief Karen Vick stated before hanging up. "Chief's being secretive; means we've got a big case." The pharmaceutical sales rep deduced as he bit on his Reuben sandwich. "Awesome; Real World/Road Rules was getting boring anyways." Shawn replied absent-mindedly, tossing scrunched-up paper balls to the trash cans. This surprised Gus for a second; according to Shawn, he and Lassiter had split for at least two months due to the head detective being too possessive. "Really? You don't mind Lassiter being there?" "Of course not; I'm an adult, I can manage being around Lassie-face without breaking down to tears or psychopathic rage, like that movie with Julia Andrews and what's-his-name."

But things weren't exactly adding up to the statement, such as high records in the Metallica, Motley Crue and other songs from Old Metal and European bands in Guitar Hero; tracks that Gus knew for sure Shawn would never come near. "Lassie did those while we were still together, so in fact, he did me a favor," was the excuse the fake psychic given in that instance. Shawn's one hell of a liar but this time, the lie's just too perfect, Gus reasoned as he opened the driver-side door to his Toyota Echo hatchback AKA the Psych Mobile.