Originally Written for the Secret Santa Debacle of 2014 on for Singingpurplerose who wanted 'something supernatural' and 'something CIA/FBI'

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Psychics, Agents, and Terrorists, Oh My!
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Shawn jogged into the police station ahead of Gus. It had been way too long since they'd had a case and he had a good feeling about today. Today Interim Chief Vick would have something for them.

"It's only been four days since you solved the Spelling Bee case for them, Shawn," Gus calmly pointed out.

"I know. But it's just so exciting. I can't just be sitting around all day."

"Yeah—but you can't be asking random strangers at TCBY if they have a crime they want solved either."

"What if they DID though? They'd totally think I was really psychic!"

"Shhh!" Gus grabbed his arm before anyone in the station could hear his near-confession. "Let's go see the Chief."

"Interim Chief."

'Tsk,' Gus sucked his teeth. "You call her that."

Then Shawn turned to peek into the office, trying to see something he could use as a 'vision' as soon as he walked in. "Gus, don't be a…" his voice trailed off. What he saw stopped him cold.

Gus watched as his buddy's carefree grin faded to be replaced by something in between disbelief and fear. Gus frowned and looked into the office himself wondering what could have caused the change. Inside he saw four people: Chief Vick, Head Detective Lassiter and his new junior partner with whom Shawn loved to flirt, and another woman whom he didn't recognize. He saw nothing that would cause such a reaction from Shawn. "Shawn…" He turned back to his partner to ask, but the strange expression was completely gone and Shawn was heading towards the exit, the familiar 'carefree' grin firmly planted on his face. "Shawn!" Gus jogged to catch up. "What was that about? And why are we leaving? I thought that we were—"

Shawn was all innocence. "Wha-at? I forgot that American Duos is on tonight."

When Gus only frowned suspiciously, Shawn protested, "I meant to TiVo it but I forgot! I just realized… C'mon, we gotta go. We can get a job later. Maybe tomorrow." And without waiting for a response, he was gone.

Gus looked back into the office once again. The only thing that was unusual was the guest: a woman, dark haired and wearing a dress that left little to the imagination. She certainly didn't look dangerous. If she was a criminal, she wouldn't be in the Chief's office, so she must be either a victim or a colleague. And from her body language, Gus guessed the latter was more likely.

Then, while he stared, she turned and looked straight at him.

He jumped and quickly turned away, heading for the exit. He needed to catch up to Shawn before he was left without a ride. At least that's what he told himself. Truth was he'd felt very uncomfortable under her scrutiny, however brief it may have been.

Who was that woman?