Disclaimer: I own neither Psych nor Criminal Minds.

Here's the first chapter where Shawn works on Rossi. Hope you enjoy?

David Rossi, despite his Italian Roots, did not consider himself a romantic. Three divorces made him unappealing to most women. But with Maria Sinclair it was different. His cooking class had introduced him to her and ever since they'd had coffee and the occasional meal together. He had to acknowledge the facts: he was smitten with the woman. They texted a lot while he was on cases and he anxiously checked his phone when not completely absorbed in profiling.

Now he was checking his phone again. For maybe the twelfth time that morning.

"I'm sensing you have a lady friend who you're in love with," the psychic said, coming into the room that Rossi was occupying alone. He came in, his hand to his temple, looking at him expectantly.

"And I'm sensing you're a narcissist," Rossi snapped. "I don't believe in your psychic mumbo jumbo. I don't know how you do it, but you're a fraud."

Shawn didn't take offense; he was used to it. Lassiter frequently attacked him over his "abilities." But he was confident he could win over this cynical Italian profiler.

Closing his eyes and shaking his limbs slightly. Then he began to whinny exactly like a horse. Opening his eyes and hollered, "Woah!"

Raising a single brow, Rossi asked sarcastically, "Mr. Spencer, are you having a seizure?"

His hand shooting to his head again, Shawn plastered a smoky look on his face. "You're a Stallion…an Italian one," he said.

Rossi was now surprised. He tried unsuccessfully to hide it. No one was allowed to call him that name on cases. And as much as much as it made him laugh when their lovable technical analyst called him that, the nickname was unprofessional in case situations.

In truth, Shawn had seen Penelope Garcia answering her phone and her caller ID brought up Italian Stallion.

"No one is allowed to call me that on cases," Rossi said. Walking to the door, he called to Penelope, "Garcia, have you called me the forbidden-on-cases-name?"

Looking up from her laptop that she was furiously typing away on, she shook her head. "Nada, boss," she said. "I heard what you did to my beautiful Derek Morgan when he dared call you that on a case."

Grinning when Rossi came back into the room, Shawn said, "Now, back on topic: you need to make a movie with your beloved. The spirits tell me she's smitten right back with you. If you're texting this often you're golden."

Rossi looked at him curiously. He was still doubtful, but he thought he'd humor him. Nodding, he agreed, "Okay, Mr. Spencer. I'll tell you tomorrow if your 'spirits' were correct."

"That's all I ask, Agent," Shawn said with a beaming grin.

XXXXX

"How the hell did you find out they call him the 'Italian Stallion?'" Gus demanded over jerk chicken that night.

Shawn said, "Gus, why do you doubt?"

"Because I know you," he replied, taking a sip of his lemonade. "You probably bullied it out of that genius they have with them. He'd break if you hit him over the wrist."

"For your information, you gooey chocolate chip cookie, I saw it on Agent Garcia's phone. It's his caller ID on her phone."

"Speaking of Agent Garcia…" Gus said, nodding his head towards the door of the restaurant. Lo and behold, coming inside the restaurant were Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan. Neither of them noticed Shawn or Gus sitting in a booth that was in perfect view of the door. They were too involved with each other. Derek had his hand on the middle of Penelope's back and she was laughing at something he said. He grinned and pressed his lips to her temple.

Shawn turned back to his dinner and took a giant bite. With his mouth full still, he said, "They're going to be the easiest of all of these big bad FBI people. They just need a slight push in the backsides to get going to where Cupid has destined them to go." He held out his fist to bump with Gus'.

Grinning, Gus bumped his fist and said, "You know that's right." His face turned serious again and he said, "But don't call him Will Smith again. He'll punch you out."

"Don't think I didn't see you making eyes at that tech analyst," Shawn scoffed, sipping his drink. "Just like the way you were making eyes at Agent Prentiss. I wouldn't be surprised if both Will Smith and their team captain flattened you."

Looking over at Derek and Penelope, Gus smiled suggestively and looked back at his best friend. "Hey, they are both fine as hell. You're just blind if you don't see that."

"Yes, fine they may be, but taken they also are," Shawn said.

Gus snorted. "Finders keepers is all I have to say to that," he sniffed.

Shawn just rolled his eyes and began to plot his plan to bring together Agent Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia.

XXXXX

The next day when the team was getting to the police station, Rossi was whistling, earning himself some interesting looks from his team. He just smiled at them. His conversation with Maria the previous night had gone splendidly.

And all because a stranger and "the spirits" – whoever they might be – gave him a kick in the pants.

It was after the conversation where he asked Maria on a date that he decided to give the psychic a chance. If he could help with something as impossible as his love life, maybe there was a chance in hell he could help them solve this case. It was rather impressive, his track record. Garcia had done a little digging and found out about his previous cases he'd helped with. He was extremely well rounded in his work for the SBPD, doing everything from murder to digging up dinosaurs.

As he was getting coffee, a yell erupted and the entire team along with Detectives Lassiter and O'Hara looked up in surprise. Sure enough the cause of the commotion was Shawn. His eyes were closed and all his limbs were shaking violently.

"He's having a vision!" Gus exclaimed.

"Gus! Tell them! Tell them what I see!" Shawn screeched, waving his arms around in the air.

Lassiter was rolling his eyes and said, "Spencer is this really necessary?"

"In my mind's eye I can see Lassie, being a party pooper as usual," he shouted. "Gus, Gus tell them everything! Interpret these visions!"

Rossi glanced at his team, all of them wearing varying expressions. Garcia looked extremely interested, Morgan and Hotch were rolling their eyes, Reid looked extremely confused, and JJ looked pale. She'd been feeling ill for a week now. He, however, was watching Shawn intently.

"He's trying to tell us that there's a warehouse," Gus said mysteriously. "His mind is so consumed with it he can't speak. Overwhelming visions have plagued him of a warehouse where the killer is working. He says…he says we've talked to the suspect already!"

"The preliminary profile we've drawn up does say that the unsub will insert himself in the investigation because he wants to see his work," Rossi interjected, causing his team to look at him with shock. "What?" he asked, shrugging. "It does. We talked about it at the crime scene when we first got here because of the damage he'd done to his victims."

Hotch nodded reluctantly. "We'll look into it then," he said gruffly. "Any idea what kind of factory this place is?" He raised an eyebrow and looked Shawn and Gus.

Gus nodded and continued using his mysterious voice. "He says it's by the ocean, just north of Santa Barbara. That's all he was able to get."

Breathing heavily, Shawn stopped writhing against the wall and said, "I have a strong vibe about this place, Agents. It's where he kills them."

The BAU team looked hesitant, but Garcia spoke first. "I'll look up factories north of Santa Barbara and compare them to the videos we have. I might be able to find a match on building types." She strode back to her laptop and got to work.

"The rest of you, get ready to get going," Hotch said. "Once Garcia has the location, we'll be out the door."

Shawn and Gus fist bumped and Rossi shook his head. As he walked up to him, he leaned in and whispered, "The spirits were right, Spencer."

"They never fail me, Agent Rossi," Shawn said with a grin. "Go get her, tiger!" he added, holding up his hand for a high five. Rossi simply looked at his hand, shook his head, and walked away with an amused smirk on his face.

Turning to Gus, Shawn said, "One down, six to go."

Just a quick note on this: this is NOT supposed to be a case fic. It's focusing on the "suggestions" Shawn is giving the team. I won't be focusing too much on the case.