A lock turned and a man walked into Shawn Spencer's apartment.

"Shawn, wake up!" Gus called into his friend's apartment.

He got no response.

"Shawn! You promised to be at the office at 9, and it's now 12:15!"

Still no response.

Gus walked over to Shawn's bedroom and opened the door. A fully dressed Shawn wearing yesterday's clothes was sleeping like a dog, curled up in a tight little ball. His sheets were only half on the bed, and his blanket was under him. There were tissues spilling over every surface. The TV was on and set to, just guess, the 80's Music channel.

As "Private Eyes" by Hall & Oates blasted out of the TV, Gus began to shake Shawn.

He got a mumbled, "Go away, she's mine!"

Gus could only imagine what Shawn was dreaming about.

He gave him another shake, earning only another mumble confirming his suspicion Shawn's dream included a girl.

Gus walked out and got a cup of water, then proceeded to dump it on his sleeping friend.

"Ahh! What's the big deal?" Shawn asked in a nasally voice.

"Get up, Shawn."

"What? Dude, I'm sick!"

"Well, at least move somewhere so you don't get a bedsore."

"A bedsore? What is it with you and making fake medical things up!"

Gus rolled his eyes.

Shawn groaned. "Fine. I'll move to the couch. Happy?" Then he got up and slowly walked to the couch, mumbling about getting woken up from a "perfect and totally awesome" dream.

"Was it about Juliet?" Gus asked.

"Was what about Juliet? Don't ask me questions while I'm sick, you know this!"

Gus rolled his eyes again at the obvious attempt at changing the subject, but decided to let it slide this time. After all, Shawn was sick.

Shawn sat on the couch and immediately fell asleep.

Since Shawn wasn't likely to be going anywhere, Gus left the door unlocked when he left.

About 20 minutes later, Lassiter burst in. "Get up, Spencer!"

Having much less patience with Shawn than Gus did, when he got no response, Lassiter walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulled out a water bottle, and dumped the entire thing on his sleeping semi-colleague.

"Ahh! What the- Lassie?"

"Get up, Spencer. Now!"

"I can't; I'm sick."

"I don't care. Chief Vick has a big case she's convinced we need you for, Lord knows why!"

"I'm too tired. You'll have to carry me."

"What the-, I'm not going to-" Lassiter stopped as the Chief's stern words echoed in his head. He picked Shawn up and walked out the door. It's a good thing he lives on the first floor!

He got Shawn in the car and drove to the station. Shawn fell asleep and began to drool on the passenger's seat.

"That's just not right," Lassiter remarked after parking in front of the station. He got out, locked the door, and walked into the station; Shawn remained asleep in the car.

"Dobson," Lassiter shouted as he walked in.

"He's on vacation, sir," a terrified rookie informed.

"Vacation? Crime doesn't take a vacation!" The enraged Lassiter, having lost his usual victim, looked for someone else to pick on. "McNab!"

"Yes, sir?" Buzz responded from directly behind him.

"Get Spencer out of my car. Oh, and those keys better be on my desk in 10 minutes, or something very bad will happen to you."

Buzz stifled a laugh at how much Lassiter sounded like a chain letter.

When he tried and failed to get Shawn to wake up, Buzz picked him up and carried him into the station, locking the doors to Lassiter's car while he walked.

When he got into the station, Buzz set Shawn down in the currently empty chair of O'Hara's desk.

"I got him out, sir!" Buzz called into the Chief's office.

"Good, now we- wait, where is he?"

"He's at Detective O'Hara's desk."

Speaking of Detective O'Hara, she came out of the bathroom and headed toward her desk.

When she noticed Shawn, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Wanna get out of my chair, Shawn?"

"No, Mommy, I can't eat it. Oatmeal's just too gross."

Juliet began to laugh.

Lassiter came out of the Chief's office, walked over, dumped Shawn out of the chair, and continued on toward the interrogation rooms.

Juliet started laughing harder.

"Jules? What's going on? Why are you laughing? Wait, don't tell me I started talking in my sleep again! Whatever I said, it isn't true!"

"So you do like oatmeal?"

"Eww! No way!"

"Then what you said was true. What did you think you said?"

"That's not important. That's all I told you? That I don't like oatmeal?"

"Well, you also called me 'Mommy,' but pretty much."

"Good, because-"

"Shawn, you're sick! Go home!"

"I can't. Lassie drove me here, and-"

He was interrupted when Henry walked up.

"Lassiter called and said the pain in his butt kept falling asleep, and I should-"

"Does he realize how he worded that?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn." Henry grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the station.

Shawn fell asleep again on the car ride to Henry's house.

When they got there, Henry grabbed Shawn again and dragged him in.

Shawn noticed his mom standing in the kitchen. "What's Mom doing here?"

"She's staying with me until this whole Yang thing has blown over."

They reached the couch.

"Oh, okay. Goodnight!" Shawn stated sleepily.

He was out like a light within a few minutes.

Maddy walked over with a bag of ice and placed it on Shawn's forehead.

"Wha- Mom? Why- I'm trying to sleep!"

She turned on the TV and Shawn began to fall back asleep. Then his cell phone, which was in his pocket for some reason, started ringing.

"Hello?"

A voice he knew all to well replied, "Hello, Shawn. You ready to write, or are you too sick?"

"Yang," Shawn said, now fully awake.

"Yes, it's me, and-"

Shawn hung up before she could continue, then dialed Gus' number.

"Shawn?" Gus said when he answered the phone.

"Which one of you set it up?" Shawn asked.

"Set what up?" Gus asked, confused.

"You know, the phone call...from Yang."

"No one set it up. She's in jail, Shawn," Gus spoke as though he were talking to a small child.

"Well, if no one set it up, that means...oh no!"