Over at the hospital in Santa Barbara the next morning:

"He's gonna be all right," Dr. Freeman said to Juliet and McNab, taking off his gloves and throwing them into the trash bin right as Shawn and Gus came screeching up to a halt in front of Juliet. She had her arms folded and a smile on her face that informed Shawn that Lassiter was going to be okay.

"Just in time," she said, still smiling at them with relief. "Checks out he was poisoned."

Shawn and Gus looked at each other and then back at Juliet.

"I sensed that earlier," Shawn said with his finger to his head again.

"Suuuuure you did," she coughed, sliding a string of hair behind her ear.

"Aww, it's so cute how he sleeps. Just like a little baby out of the mother's uterus," Shawn sighed, stroking the foot of the sedated detective's bed.

"Creepy and disgusting, Shawn . . . But yes," agreed Juliet.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave now, Detective. He needs to be alone so he can rest," the doctor said.

"Absolutely, doctor," she replied. "Come on, Shawn. Gus."

"Um, isn't he already doing that?" Shawn wondered.

"We are still going to run some more tests on him, just to find out anything else we can about this poison."

Shawn and Gus nodded in agreement as they and Juliet began walking away from Lassiter's room. Gus shut the door behind them and Juliet lost her smile suddenly. Then she put her hand to her mouth and Shawn looked at her worriedly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just remembered something!" Juliet replied.

In the hallway, doctors were passing by the three of them with emergency beds upon which lay either dead bodies or sick ones. Gus noticed one of the bodies didn't have an arm, and then he saw a nurse carrying it alongside the rolling bed. Gus was beginning to feel nauseous along with his face.

"Are you feeling all right, buddy?" Shawn asked him when he saw Gus's face cringe, although he already knew that he had a weakness for the sight of dead body parts and such crude things.

"Yes," Gus swallowed hoarsely.

"What do you remember?" Shawn asked Juliet.

"Well, I remember seeing the chief in her office, when she passed out just like Lassiter, with a cof-"

"I am seeing a cup of coffee on her desk!" Shawn interrupted with both hands to his forehead. Juliet looked at him strangely.

"Wow, Shawn! How did you know?" she asked amazed at his powers.

"Remember, it just takes a little bit of this," Shawn told her with his finger to his head again. She smiled at him, very impressed at his psychic skills. She walked away and led Shawn and Gus to the chief's room in Room 407. Shawn and Gus whispered and talked together on the way down the hall.

"You heard her begin saying the word coffee, didn't you?" Gus whispered.

"Maybe," Shawn grinned as they neared the chief's room.

"See, now you're cheating," Gus pointed out.

"Not in Gold Fish, though."

"Shut up, Shawn," Gus said impetuously. "Remember, I have the advantage."

"Oh really, how?"

"I know you're not psychic," Gus chuckled, walking past him into the chief's room.

Juliet turned around before they went in and warned Shawn and Gus about something.

"Listen, you two need to settle it down when it comes to talking to the chief in there, okay?" Juliet said seriously.

"Sure, I can handle that," Shawn said, glancing over at Gus who was shaking his head at him. Juliet crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him.

"No, I mean she might not remember what happened, and we need to be careful not to upset her or just... Don't mess it up, Shawn," she said.

Shawn looked down and then walked into the room with Juliet and Gus. The walls were painted a faded turquoise, and beside the long hospital bed sat two small white cabinet tables on each side of the head of the bed. There was a vase full of bright red roses on the left one, and then a window stared out the back. White light poured into the room, and Chief Vick groggily asked one of the nurses to close the curtains for her. Then Shawn and Juliet stepped into the room and walked up to her bed.

"Happy birthday, Chief," Shawn said, holding a fresh new pineapple out to her. "Look, it's your favorite!" He handed it to the nurse and then walked over to the window and peeked out at the small world from the eighth floor on which they stood.

"So, uh, have anything to eat? Man, I'm starving!" Shawn walked over to Chief Vick's dinner tray and was just about to pick up a chip before the nurse moved the tray away.

"Mr. Spencer," the chief said to Shawn.

"Yes, Chief?"

"Isn't that the same pineapple that got you into jail in the first place?"

"Well, I'm glad to see you're finally awake," Shawn said. Then he walked over to the nurse and took the pineapple back, placing it on the end of the bed. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Mr. Spencer. But it's not my birthday."

"Oh, it isn't?" Shawn pondered, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.

"No. Now I do believe we should get back to this whole strange mystery. How is Lassiter doing, Detective O'Hara?" the chief said getting out of the hospital bed. The nurse tried to impede her, but the chief waved her away.

"Well Chief, he's not doing so good. I mean he's not talking anyway. He's still out but at least you're okay for now," Juliet said as Shawn stepped up to the chief.

"Chief, where is the cup that you drank out of this morning?" Shawn asked.

"What does it matter, Mr. Spencer?" the chief replied.

"I am strongly sensing that there was some type of drug in your coffee this morning." The chief stopped and thought for a moment and sighed.

"I do remember it tasting quite unusual today," she said.

"Yeah uh... has anyone else had any of that coffee today?" Shawn asked.

"I can't say, but I do know that Carlton gets his coffee at the station as well. Maybe that's why he collapsed, too."

"We'd better go back there and take a closer look at that coffee machine," Shawn said as he ran out of the room. Juliet wished Chief Vick a happy birthday and then took off after him down the hall.

Back at the SBPD, 12:31pm:

"Hey, have you seen my son?" Henry Spencer asked McNab, who looked anxious about something.

"Um, no, sorry. But I do think I know that I think I know that he's at the hospital, though."

"What? Oh, no. Don't tell me that he's gotten him—"

"No, no. You see, Lassiter fell and so did the chief. Oh! They're both at the hospital, by the way. D-do you need someone to drive you there? I—I mean I can—"

"Buzz."

"Sorry, sir."

"I think I can drive myself to the hospital," Henry rolled his eyes at McNab.

"Oh, well, uh, if you need anybody to come with you, I'd be happy to—"

"All right! All right! Just stop bugging me for once!" Henry relented, holding his hands up and walking away.

On his way to his car, he walked up to the coffee machine, took out his coffee mug, and poured some creamy black coffee into it. Then right as he raised it to his lips, Shawn and Juliet ran up to him and the coffee machine. Henry was just about to take a refreshing sip of some steaming hot refreshment, but then Shawn came up to him and suddenly knocked it out straight of his hand, letting it spill all across the newly-mopped floor.

"Damn it, SHAWN!" Henry roared irately at Shawn. Juliet rushed up behind Henry, and Gus stopped right beside Shawn.

"Would someone PLEASE like to tell me what the hell's goin' on here!"

"That coffee's been poisoned!" Shawn panted, pointing to the machine. "Or at least drugged I meant."

Gus nodded his head up and down like a bobble-head, Juliet took out a cleaning swab and dipped it into the spilled coffee on the floor, and Henry scowled at Shawn and Gus for wrecking his perfectly good Monday afternoon. Now the mug was broken and shattered into a million pieces, and several officers rushed by to clean up the mess.

"Dad, what's your problem? You would've been that mug on the floor if I hadn't come here in the first place!" Shawn said getting angry at him.

"What! I could have already figured out that there were drugs in it by now, all by myself!" Henry yelled. "You didn't have to knock it out of my hand!"

"Yeah right, by killing yourself! You should be thanking me instead of yelling at me!" Shawn yelled back. "I just saved your life!"

"Your mom gave me that mug! Now what am I supposed to do?" Henry complained.

"I don't know. Go buy a new one!" Shawn replied. "You've had that thing for decades!"

"Maddie would kill me," Henry sighed in frustration.

"So? Just tell her the truth for once," Shawn said.

"For once? Ha! You're the one to talk," Henry scoffed.

"Ya know what? I really don't care," Shawn sighed turning away from him. "Two cops were poisoned last night. The least you could do is be thankful that it wasn't you."

"All right, all right. I'm sorry, son," Henry apologized, putting his hand on Shawn's shoulder. "Thanks for saving me." Shawn nodded at him and then they both parted.

"I'm going on a date with your mom tonight. Wish me luck," Henry said.

"Okay, have fun making out!" Shawn hollered back as Henry walked away down the hall and out the doors. "I was being sarcastic!"

And with that, Juliet came over to Shawn and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, McNab says that he drank some of that coffee this morning too, but he hasn't felt anything all day. What do you think?" Juliet asked him. As Shawn stood there thinking about it, his eyes were fixed on the floor past her. He noticed a light trail of dirt leading behind the coffee machine.