Hey Everyone! I hope you enjoy my take on Shawn & Gus- i've been watching this show since the beginning and have been itching to write a story!

CHAPTER 1

Shawn was currently the recipient of a nasty migraine. Hence the reason he was curled up against the window in the Blueberry oblivious to the world around him. Measuring time was something he was incapable of at the moment, so when the driver door opened he didn't think much of it.

"So Gus what happened?"

There was no response. Hmm, that's odd the psychic thought. The car started and Shawn got a whiff of the person in the driver's seat. That putrid stench pulled him out of his headache daze. Opening his eyes he was faced with a scruffy man, definitely not Gus. Before he said a word the back door opened and another man slid in with a "Let's get outta here!"

The car started pulling out and Shawn protested, "Who are you guys? My friend Gus is going to be so mad! Where are you going?"

"Shut up!" the man from the backseat responded with a deafening click. Great, Shawn thought, stuck with two goons, one possesses a gun and the other reeks. This was not his day.

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Ten minutes beforehand:

Shawn! Shawn SHAWN! WE'RE HERE!" Gus ended up yelling at his best friend laying in the passenger seat. Asleep.

"Five more minutes!" was the mumbled response.

Gus sighed, exhausted from shaking the man-boy's stubborn form. "Lassie's waiting!" nothing, no acknowledgement. "Fine I'm going to bring you to your dad's, you're obviously sick! Gah! Shawn, I could be doing my rounds right now!" He got an evil thought and proceeded to let his inner Shawn out by blasting music and scaring his friend out of his skin.

"Ahhhh!" Shawn jumped up, simultaneously knocking his head on the ceiling and the window. He blindly reached for the off button. The music finally stopped after a few misses.

"Why?" was all he asked his friend.

"Because you called me out of work and we are going to work."

Shawn sighed, "But Gus…"

Gus turned to look at his friend. A good look proved to show that his best friend has deep crevices under his eyes, his hair was a mess and there seemed to be beads of sweating forming on his hairline. "Shawn what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just woke up on the left side of the bed today. Haha you get it?"

"How long have you had a migraine?"

There was an indiscernible response.

"Because from what I recall you said earlier you were exhausted from the combination of staying up watching some marathon on and using all your psychic juju today."

Shawn mumbled something else.

"Shawn what are you saying?"

"I had it since this morning," he said a bit louder, earning a loud groan from his partner. He knew how migraines did to his friend's brain. He felt a little guilty now for the brutal music.

"Shawn you know how you can't function with those."

"But, I had some medicine earlier."

"That's it I'm taking you back to your apartment. No, your dad's"

"No!"

"Shawn you obviously are feeling awful. Therefore you won't be able to work or have any of your revelations. There's no reason to stay."

"Gus you can go in for me. Be my eyes and ears. It'll only be for like 20 minutes. I'll be in the car with the air conditioner. Please Gus! Think about it, we'll wrap up this case real quick, then you can drop me off and return to selling drugs."

"Shawn."

"It'll work. And we need money."

Gus sighed, They did need some money coming in from Psych. Also he could see his friend going up there if he refused and that would lead to an even more of a disaster. He gave in.

"Fine Shawn. I'll go inside." He knew his friend wouldn't give up any time soon and the sooner the better, as long as there aren't any dead bodies in there.

"Yes!"

"Now if you need me, the phone is right here and please don't lock the door because I know you'll probably fall asleep and not let me in."

"Fine."

"Okay, I'll be back in a jiffy!" Gus doubted he was being heard as his friend returned to his previous position. He ran up to the building and joined the detectives that had finished clearing the apartment.

"Where's Spencer?"

"He's in the car."

"Why? Does he now get his vibes from a distance?"

Gus sighed, "No he's too drained right now, so I'm being his eyes and ears."

"Whatever, at least he's not disrupting my crime scene."

"What was the call? Shawn just dragged me to the car and ordered, uh I mean suggested we should follow you."

Juliet decided to chip in as her partner didn't feel inclined, "Well Gus there was a call of shots fired over here, while we were about to leave the other scene. Since we weren't that far away we came to check it out. There's no body. Hence the reason Carlton is searching through the rooms more thoroughly."

A few minutes later some dots of blood and a shell casing were found in the bed room. The group was so concerned with this new evidence neither heard the creaking of the floor boards. Turning of the lock and dangling of the keys caught their attention.

Lassiter pushed Gus back and down as he approached the living room. Juliet peaked out of the door seeing the man drop something on the kitchen counter and open the fridge. It was their time.

"Freeze! SBPD!" came a few seconds later as the detectives emerged from the room.

The man slammed the fridge shut and ran for the window. The idiot took a pan and smashed it. He completely ignored the yells from the detectives and jumped on the fire escape.

Lassiter followed the runner outside while the other two went out through the apartment complex. This guy's pretty fast he thought in between huffs. Eventually on the ground he looked up to see the man go around the bend.

The detectives ran into each other as Juliet exited the front.

A motor was starting not far away and the purred sounded familiar to the Head Detective.

"Crap, Spencer." was all the detective needed to say before the group ran out into the parking lot in time to see the little blue car down the road.

"I need an APB on…" Lassiter continued to recite the license plate as he jumped in his car in hot pursuit.

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