This is my first fanfiction. I do not own Pysch, Hawaii 5-0, or the baseball teams! Please review, criticism and reviews are appreciated. On to the story.

"Come on Dad, it'll be fun!" A ten year old Shawn Spencer looked up pleadingly at his father, Henry.

The police sergeant gritted his teeth as he reread the file on his desk, silently begging his son to leave him in peace. "Work has to be done first Shawn, you know that."

"Please!" It was the last game of the season and Shawn refused to miss it, "I'd do anything to go!"

Henry finally put down the file and saw determination in his boy's eyes, "I'll make you a deal if you can tell me what the pitcher will throw in the first inning then I will let you stay at the baseball game while I run some errands if not then you have to come with me."

"Dad!" Shawn let a groan escape his lips and his head hung down.

"Or you can just stay home and work on that dog house." Henry shrugged as he spoke as he spoke, he didn't care either way. Shawn started for the door to leave for the ballpark and name each pitch that was thrown to the batter.

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"Come on Gus! It's one game to watch on the big screen!" Gus rolled his eyes and continued to watch his Spanish soap opera. "Come on. It's in sunny Hawaii, we have to watch!" Shawn, now an adult, had been pleading with his best friend for half an hour to watch the baseball game on TV.

"Shawn you can miss one game. The police just found the body of the maid and evidence traces back to Corrin," He pointed to the star of the show, "Except that's what Serena what's them to think when really she murdered Maria and is framing her!"

"Dude, I would have figured that you got enough of this show after it tried to kill me! Now we are watching the baseball game so we can show our faces in public without looking down in embarrassment." Shawn quickly grabbed the remote and changed it to the game, "See Gus, look what you did! It's in the third inning now."

"I'm going to go do some actual work if you'll excuse me. We did get a few calls lately. The one with the missing cat seemed promising."

"I already called her back it's in her neighbor's house," Shawn replied casually.

Gus looked at him baffled, "How did you know that? You didn't even go over to her house.

"I didn't need to, the 'evidence' she brought in smelt like the same perfume that her next door neighbor, Mrs. Bloom wears. Plus the cat always smelt like hamburger even though her owner was a strict vegetarian. Put one and one together. It's a simple equation now can you go get me some nachos?"

"What about Mr. Flower's problem?"

"The package was delivered to his exwife's house."

"Suzy's?"

"The car was taken by her secretary."

"Mrs. Loffers?"

"Well the child sold her bike in return for a new gaming consol and is too afraid to tell her mother." Shawn smirked at his partner, "Business is done for the day let it go, but if you want to do something productive you can get me some nachos."

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"It's the American past time Danny. Plus Grace will love it!" Steve turned Danny's car into his wife's driveway to pick up Danno's daughter.

"Sure sure. Sweaty men running around in circles, what's not to like?" His smirk grew into a real smile as his daughter ran out to meet him. "Hey monkey." Danny got out of the car and opened the back door for her.

"Hi Uncle Steve." Grace turned her attention from her father to his crime fighting partner.

"Aloha Grace, how do you feel about baseball?" Steve pulled out of the driveway and headed to the ball park.

"Baseball? I love it. Did you know that Dylan plays baseball? He's on a select league team. He's really good. He can hit homeruns and plays catcher." Grace smiled and looked out of the window thinking about the hot dogs and atmosphere of the baseball stadium.

"Dylan huh? Who's Dylan?" Danny asked, his mind thinking about several ways he could keep his daughter from seeing this Dylan.

"He was the boy at the water park remember? He's a friend of mine." Grace thought nothing of it, her father though shot daggers at the ceiling well remembering his daughter acting like a little school girl around this Dylan person.

"And we are here." Steve's voice interrupted the silence in the car.

An hour later the whole 5-0 team was sitting in their seats watching as the Hawaiian Sharks took on the Santa Barbara Foresters.

"Come on Ump! That obviously was out!" Kono yelled from her seat as a wave of boos echoed through out the stadium at the call.

"Does Dylan catch as good as the Sharks' catcher?" Steve asked smirking at Danny's look of bewilderment as his daughter nodded.

"Yea he's better. Mom took me to all of his games."

"Your mom took you to his games? Uh do you want some cotton candy?" Danny asked and pulled out his wallet, silently begging Steve to shut up. "Here's some money go ask that nice man over there if you can buy one." He sent Grace off to retrieve the sugary treat and glared at Steve who just smiled in response, "Will you stop?"

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

"All I'm saying is stop."

"There's not a red light." Kono and Chin just looked at each other with amused expressions on their faces.

"Yes there is. There is now an invisible red light on the subject of this Dylan person. You are not allowed to go trigger crazy and run through this red light. You do not get a get out of jail free card and you will not under any circumstances bring up this Dylan person. Is that clear?" Danny's face went from stony cold to warm smiles as his daughter came back with a giant blue puff of sugar, "Are you eating all of that by yourself? I don't think so; I can't have you jumping off the walls tonight." He took a piece of the cotton and put it in his mouth. It disappeared almost instantly.

Grace offered some of the candy to each of the team member and continued to watch the game that she had came to enjoy as she usually watched her friend. Now she knew the rules and tricks of the trade.

It was the seventh inning and Ken Myers was up to bat. Number 49 swung as the ball came towards the base and made contact with the ball. Everyone's eyes were on it as it went over the wall, a homerun for Santa Barbara.

"What's going on?" Chin asked, his gaze going back to the batter who had dropped the back and slowly fell to the ground.

Emergency specialists ran up to the played and looked for a pulse, but found none. "He's dead."

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"He's dead." An announcer said into the broadcast.

"He's what!?" Shawn yelled, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Probably a steroids overdose." Gus watched the screen; baseball was starting to turn into one of his soap operas.

"No," The screen got closer to the body, "This wasn't an overdose this was a murder and we have a case."

"How can you prove it was murder? We aren't even in Hawaii!" Gus watched his friend hold up three fingers, then lowered one, and again a second later the phone was ringing.

"Hello this is Shawn Spencer speaking, how may I help you?" Shawn spoke into the phone as a male voice replied.

Gus watched as his friend agreed to take on another case, a light smile grew on his face. A few minutes later he hung up.

"Dude we are going to Hawaii!"