Crap, thought Shawn as he headed towards the Psych office. He needed to pick up a few things, then head out, to who knows where. He entered the deserted building, glad that Gus was out. He didn't feel like talking. He needed to think.

As he packed, he ran over the events in his head.

_Flashback_

The telephone rang. Shawn reached to pick it up, but Gus got there before him. "Hello?" asked Gus. "Yeah, of course." He hung up. "That was Juliet. She wants us over at the station, ASAP."

"Sure. But first, tell me what ASAP stands for. Ricky Harris from third grade seemed to think that it meant 'Aching Seniors Accumulate Pills' but I told him that that was silly, everyone knows it means 'Aways Sing About Pineapple' and that Jules would use it to ask us to come to the department is more than a little strange, actually its—"

"Shawn!" Gus cut him off. "It means as soon as possible. Now, lets go! Juliet sounded worried."

When they arrived at the station, Juliet waved them into the Chief's office. Lassiter was standing by the door and Vick was already inside, both looking very determined.

"Sooo, Chief, whatcha' want?" asked Shawn as he dropped into a chair in front of the desk.

"Shawn. This is important, so no joking around, okay?" said Vick. "And when do I ever do that, Chief?" replied Shawn. Lassiter rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. "Shawn. I need to know exactly where you where yesterday at 4:37 p.m." continued the chief.

"Um...is this an interrogation?" asked Shawn. "Because if you are asking, no, I don't recall murdering anyone yesterday, at 4:37 p.m. Actually, I was enjoying a nice pineapple smoothie around that time. Then, I took a long afternoon nap and woke up feeling so refreshed, I went for a jog."

Gus looked at him. "No, after your nap you got in your pajamas and watched the Breakfast Club for the fifth time this weekend. You, on a jog? I don't think so."

"Listen, Gus, I am a very fit person! I exercise daily, with those little workout video things..." Shawn retorted. "You only watch those to see girls in tight clothes, Shawn," said Gus.

"Excuse me, but we are not done here, Mr. Spencer. We need to know everything you did yesterday, and do you have any connection with a Emily Fairbanks?"

"Nope," said Shawn. "Who's that?" "She was found murdered in her apartment this morning," said Vick. She looked directly into his eyes.

"And you are the main suspect."

_End Flashback_

They had found his fingerprints on the murder weapon. His DNA on the body. Even a picture of him and the victim in a frame in her bedroom! He wondered who would go through so much trouble to frame him. And he would find out, as soon as he got away from the police. Good thing he worked with them, he knew how they worked. And he would use that against them.

Carlton Lassiter was in Chief Vick's office when Spencer was called in. He wasn't sure how he felt about the psychic being the main suspect in a murder investigation. Aside from O'Hara and Vick, the department were pretty convinced that Shawn was the killer. I should be glad, he told himself. It isn't like Spencer and I even liked each other. He would never admit it, in fact, he would probably pull his gun on anyone who suggested it, but Spencer had grown on him, a little. Him being arrested was unthinkable, why would someone who worked for the cops commit a crime? Unless he thought he could lead us away from him, he thought. It was a possiblility.

Gus was confused. How could Shawn have killed someone? It was impossible. Shawn would never!

But the evidence pointed at Shawn, and Gus tended to trust the facts. He shook his head, as if to clear it of doubt that Shawn was innocent.

Gus was also angry. Chief Vick had "politely" asked him to leave the station after announcing that Shawn was the prime suspect in a murder. He did not want to leave Shawn to be arrested, so Vick had Lassiter escort him out. The injustice of it all!

He kicked the desk in frustration. An empty pineapple smoothie cup toppled to the ground. Gus bent over to pick it up, looking at it sadly before throwing it away. There would be no pineapple for Shawn in jail. He had to do something about this. He sat down at his laptop and began to search up information on Emily Fairbanks.

Shawn was racing down an empty highway on his motorcycle. He really enjoyed riding on his bike. He enjoyed it so much, he almost forgot about his predicament.

Almost.

He was distraught. Jules had tried to arrest him. Jules! It was like being arrested by your girlfriend. Not that she was my girlfriend, he thought. Not that I would mind if she was, though, he thought slyly. He turned a corner, making his tires squeal.

When Chief Vick had asked Gus to leave, Shawn knew something was up. When Juliet moved behind him, he decided that he'd had enough. He had stood up quickly, making Lassiter pull out his gun.

He had laughed. He knew Lassiter would shoot him as soon as he got the chance, so he had quickly uloaded the gun while it was still in Lassie's hands, an old trick his dad had taught him. The unfired bullets had spilled out of the gun and all over the floor, distracting the officers.

He was out of the building before they even looked up.

Now, he was headed to Los Angeles. He was planning on catching a plane to a completely random state. He was thinking Montana. As long as he didn't do anything expected, they couldn't catch him.

Well, he sure hoped so.

A/N-Okay, guys, not much, I know. But there will be more chapters! Only if you review, though. So do me a favor and click that wonderful button down there, please!

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