I keep asking myself and wondering, "what would happen if FRIENDS and Psych had a crossover?" I know that one took place in the 90s, and the other in 06, but for this story, they will be in the same time frame. Sounds good? Alrighty then, let's get started..

A news report was playing as background noise at the Psych office, but nobody was really watching it. Shawn was laying on the couch, tossing a ball up and catching it, while Gus was typing something on the keyboard of his computer.

"A taxi cab crashed under questionable circumstances," the news reporter said, which caused Shawn to quickly sit up and pay attention to it. He grabbed the remote and turned the volume up. "Today, a taxi cab was hit by a driver who drove away from the scene, nobody was hurt though."

"Did you hear that, Gus?" Shawn asked, standing up.

Gus glared at him. "Of course I did, Shawn. I'm sitting within two inches of it." He went back to tapping at the keyboard.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Come on, buddy. We need this case, and it practically screams psychic." He tried to reason. "They might need me."

"Who? The cops or the people involved in this accident?" He countered. "Besides, Shawn. I'm busy."

Shawn sighed. There was nothing that would change Gus's mind. "Come on, your never going to win the tickets to.. what is it? A comic con or something? Thousands of people enter in there and only one can win, so can we go now?"

Now it was Gus's turn to roll his eyes. "I didn't even know Santa Barbara had any taxis."

Shawn shrug. "Maybe they drove it here from out of state or something, I don't know. I just know that we have to get in on this case. We haven't had one in weeks."

Gus sighed in defeat, then grabbed his keys. "Fine, but I'm driving." He walked out the door.

Shawn hurried after him.

The ride there was in silence, complete silence to be exact. Actually, this was unusual, usually they would be talking about the case beforehand. Gus pulled the blue echo near the curb, then they both got out.

Shawn had quickly spotted the detectives, and walked confidently towards them. "Hey Jules, Lassie." He smirked.

Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Who called you two?" He glanced questioningly at Juliet who just shook her head. "Did the chief call you two?"

Shawn shook his head. "No, buddy. This case called me, or maybe it tweeted me.. no, wait.. it facebooked me which is weird because I don't have a facebook."

Juliet chuckled at that. "Anyways, there was six people in the taxi, and we think it may have been a hit and run, but thankfully, no one was hurt." She pointed to the closest building. "We took them in there to get their statements."

Shawn glanced at Gus, then nodded. "I should introduce myself." He walked towards the building, leaving Gus to hurry after him. Once they got inside, Shawn spotted a detective talking to six people, three guys and three girls. He walked towards them. "Hello there. I'm Shawn Spencer, the head psychic at the SBPD." He watched the blonde perk up at that. "And this is my partner.." he thought a moment. "Dude, I'm drawing a blank here," he whispered to Gus.

Gus rolled his eyes. "I'm Burton Guster." He said, glaring at Shawn.

One of the men stood up. "I am Ross Geller, this is my sister Monica Geller, her husband and my oldest friend, Chandler Bing, my best friend Joey Tribbiani, our other friend Phoebe Buffay, and my ex girlfriend, Rachel Green." He introduced them.

Shawn remembered that Phoebe had perked up when he mentioned being a psychic. He put his fingers to his head to concentrate. "I'm sensing that your into paranormal stuff that other people thinks is weird."

Phoebe nodded excitedly. "Yes! You are a psychic!"

Ross huffed. "No, way! That was just a lucky guess!"

Shawn glanced at him and smirked. "I'm sensing that your going threw a divorce." He let his arms fall back down to his sides, then pretended to be exhausted. "Which means, you would get along great with Lassie, because he too is going threw a divorce."

"Whose Lassie?" Ross asked. "A collie that saves people?"

"Detective Carlton Lassiter," Gus spoke up. "Shawn likes to shorten his name."

Shawn glanced at the others who had been quietly listening this whole time. "Hit and run, huh? I was once in a hit and run, the stupid person messed up my motorcycle."

Gus hit his shoulder. "Stop it with the bike! It wasn't totaled or anything! And plus, you was fine, you just hurt your leg!"

Shawn glared at him, then smacked him back, which resulted in a smacking fight.

"Guys!" Juliet called, stepping between them. "I'm sorry about that, excuse my colleagues." She apologized. "I'm Detective O'Hara," she introduced herself.

While Juliet was talking to them, Shawn crept back outside to look at the taxi. He walked around the yellow car, inspecting it. The back of the car was smashed, which meant that someone had deliberately hit them, but why? They weren't even from California, the tag was New York. The passenger side was dented, which made sense from the way they collided with the rail. He didn't hear the silent footsteps behind him, because he was too focused on searching for anything suspicious.

"Got anything yet?" Phoebe asked, walking over to stand beside him.

He glanced at her, then back at the car. "Was this your taxi?"

She nodded. "It belonged to my grandma, but then she died so I got it."

He nodded at the information, then went back to inspecting it. He was getting nothing yet, at least nothing out of the ordinary. He got down on his knees, and glanced under the car. The car was leaking something. He pulled himself back up, then paused. "How long has the cab been burning inside?"

She followed his gaze. "I don't know, it wasn't on fire when we got out."

He took a deep breath. "That means that someone is deliberately after.." he hurried around the cab to where she was, then pulled her out of the way as the car erupted into flames. She tripped and drug him down with her. He covered her head as the car exploded, and sent debris flying everywhere.

Gus heard the explosion, and hurried over to a nearby window to look out. "Oh, no. Shawn's out there!" He ran over to the door and swung it open. "Shawn!" He called out.

Everybody else followed. "Pheebs!" Rachel called out a moment later.

The smoke filled up the air, which caused everyone to cough.

"Everybody get back in where the air is cleaner!" Lassiter instructed. "O'Hara and I will go out and find them." At a nod from Juliet, then both went to search.

Gus went back in with the others, then glanced out the window to wait.

Shawn staggered to his feet, then reached down and helped her up. "You alright?" He glanced around, looking for anything suspicious but all he could see was smoke.

Phoebe nodded. "I'm alright," she coughed.

"Spencer!" Lassiter called as him and Juliet hurried towards them. "You two okay?" He asked.

Shawn nodded. "We're both.." he trailed off, breaking into a coughing fit.

"Fine, we're both fine.." Phoebe answered for him. "Let's get out of this smoke now."

Everybody had gone back to the station to talk about things that had happened. Phoebe was speaking excitedly to her friends. "He knew the car was going to explode and saved me," she said. "He might actually be psychic."

Ross huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yah, right. Psychics don't actually exist."

Rachel shook her head. "Of course you don't believe in it. You don't even believe in hypnotism. All you believe is science." She crossed her arms. "I believe though."

Monica, Chandler, and Joey just listened to them bickering.

Gus walked over to join them a moment later. "Has anyone seen Shawn?" He asked, glancing around.

Phoebe nodded. "Yah, he's over there talking with some older guy." She said pointing over to where Shawn was arguing with his father Henry.

Gus nodded in thanks, then walked towards them.

Phoebe watched him leave, then glanced back towards the others. Ross and Rachel was still arguing.. as usual.

"Would you rather I had done nothing and let that poor woman die?" Shawn asked, raising his arms in surrender. "Okay, fine. The next time I just hurry away from a burning car and just leave the other person to die a horrible death!"

He turned to leave, but Henry grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it, kid. I'm just sick and tired of you putting yourself in danger like that."

Shawn glared at him. "I'll be fine. After all, you trained me yourself! For twenty something years, you trained me to be a cop!"

Henry rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, I trained you to be a cop, not a psychic detective! There's a difference!" When he spotted Gus walking towards them, he added in a softer tone. "Be careful, kid. And we will finish this discussion later." He walked off.

Shawn glanced over at Gus. "Anything new about the case?" He asked.

Gus shook his head. "Not yet. So what was that about?" He signaled in the direction that Henry went.

Shawn shrug. "I don't know, he's acting like he cares about me, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't." He glanced around the police department, as if he was looking for something. "Let's go back to the scene of the crime, and do some more digging."

Gus just nodded, knowing it was pointless to argue with him.

They both slipped quietly out of the station, then climbed into Gus's echo, and drove off towards the crime scene.

I have had this idea saved in my drafts for a while, so I thought I would work on it now. This one will try to sway a little from my other stories, I will try to add more comedy to this one, but don't be surprised if it gets a little darker at times. I kind of like dark stories for some reason, and I also love torture, so don't be surprised if I add a little of that to this story.

Pairings for Psych include Shules (Of course, because I love them so much!)

Pairings for FRIENDS include Mondler, Rosschel, maybe a little bit of Phoey.

For both, there is no exact pairings for both of these awesome shows, but Shawn and Phoebe are going to get along just fine in this, don't be surprised if either him or Gus hit on Rachel, which probably will cause Ross to get jealous and perhaps goes Red Ross as he calls himself.

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