Thanks a ton to you guys who reviewed and read! I will of course try super hard to fulfil all of your wishes and to continue making you laugh! I think I might just keep this story about 3 or maybe (possibly) 4 chapters. Please tell me your thoughts on that.

Oh and who wants Juliet to figure out Shawn isn't psychic please leave a review, otherwise I'll just finish up the fic with the usual shenanigans.

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As soon as Shawn had gotten dressed, he realized that he hadn't shaved and had a very grungy looking shadow on his cheeks and chin. He of course made time to shave his face cleanly before heading out the door, his stomach still digesting the delicious apples and oatmeal that he had helped himself to earlier. Surprisingly fulfilling.

He was about to get onto his motorcycle to go to work, but he decided it would be healthier to walk since he only lived about a half-mile from the Psych office. He idled with his feet, briskly taking one step after another before reaching his destination in about eight minutes. During these eight minutes, he had a near-panic attack when he remembered he hadn't set up a 401k or a Roth IRA yet. This made his trip even quicker as he rushed to ask Gus for his own financial advice.

"Morning Gus!" He greeted cheerfully.

Gus frowned. "What are you doing up this early?" He looked skeptical. "You never get up this early, not to mention drive to work."

"Oh, no, I walked." Shawn smiled. "It's so much better for the economy."

Gus wasn't exactly sure what had happened to his best friend. He began to write down a list, leaving a smiling Shawn to stand aimlessly in the doorframe before taking a seat and beginning to research his retirement plans and bank statements.

Things that may have happened to Shawn:
1. He is on a new medication.
2. He was brain-washed by aliens
3. Aliens kidnapped him and replaced him
4. Juliet is pregnant.
5. He's turned over a new leaf.

Gus looked up to see Shawn frowning as he examined the office. "This place is an absolute mess," He informed Gus. "We should really clean this up after we solve the case for the Police Department."

The pharmaceutical salesman marked off the fifth option with unease. "Umm, Shawn?" Shawn lifted his eyebrows and hummed in acknowledgement. "How would you like to skip out this morning and go get some pancakes? My treat!"

"That's a really nice offer, Gus," Shawn seemed confused why Gus would want to leave work. "But I think we should go out to eat after we're finished working; and cleaning a little bit."

Gus's eyebrows rose up high. "How about nachos? You know what, any food you want!" Shawn frowned with a look of absolute bewilderment. "I'll spring for Mario's." Gus offered, pulling out his wallet.

Shawn just shook his head with disapproval. "Gus, we have serious work to do!" Shawn typed a few things into his computer and a look of surprise covered his face. "When we finish this case, would you mind helping me diversify my FICO score?"

Gus crossed off number one. "Er, sure..?"

Shawn mumbled a quick thank-you before closing the current internet tabs and finding the current case file: The Havinsky Case. He stood up and looked around with a frown. "Gus, where is the clear-board?"

"Shawn, if you want the clear-board, you'll have to find where I hid it yesterday." Gus told him with an element of anger in his voice. "You nearly broke it yesterday!"

"Wait, what was I doing with it yesterday?" Gus frowned and explained to Shawn what he'd done, and Shawn nodded apologetically. "That's right, my bad. I'm sorry," Shawn looked confused. "I'm not really sure why I even did that. That seems like such a.. childish thing to do." He said with a shudder. "I should try to be more mature sometimes."

Gus couldn't help the look he gave Shawn. It was necessary, as was the loud scoff. Shawn frowned curiously at Gus, wondering why he gave the impression that Gus thought he was joking. He just shook his head and sighed, looking around. Gus seemed to have hidden it well, so well that Shawn couldn't see it like he might have normally. "Seriously, Gus, can you please just tell me where it is?"

"You mean you can't tell?" Gus was shocked beyond shocked. It was sticking out from beside the fridge so much that it was nearly unmistakable. "Shawn, what's up with you today?"

Shawn frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You're all.." Gus stood up. "I don't know, you aren't being.. spontaneous enough!"

"Are you kidding? By what you've told me, I was rambunctious enough yesterday to cover the year."

"Exactly! You would never say that! Or the word rambunctious! You would just say, 'Crazy is never crazy enough,' or something!" Gus said, trying to mimic Shawn's accent.

Shawn's eyebrows knit together. "Was that supposed to sound like me?" He shook his head when Gus gave him a look. "Sorry," He murmured quietly. "I'm just feeling differently today. I just thought that maybe I should-" He paused thoughtfully. He cleared his throat. "I should really call my dad and apologize for that prank last week. That would have been really offensive."

Gus wasn't sure how to respond. Shawn seemed so much more like Juliet today than he seemed like himself. All caring and feminine, and Gus could've sworn that he saw Shawn check his fingernails earlier. He wanted Shawn to say, "Gotcha!" And make it all better, but there was no such gratitude. He was seriously genuine, and that was one of the scariest things he'd ever seen.

"You know what, forget it." Gus excused it, his mind slipping toward the Alien conspiracy theory fearfully. "The board is just tucked behind the fridge, Shawn."

"Thank you!" Shawn chirped cheerfully, walking over the mess and cleaning moderately as he pulled out the board and began writing facts on the board before stopping. "Gus, why haven't I stayed in one field of occupation?"

"I dunno, you get cold feet?"

Shawn momentarily thought about his literal feet before remembering that it was just a phrase. "No, really," He thought to himself as he continued writing down before frowning at his handwriting. This is so sloppy. I should really practice making my a's curl fancier. He thought to himself as he finished up the writing. Maybe I should go into the Police Academy. Then I'd have an actual job with a secure paycheck. He was seriously worried for a moment when a daydream where he hadn't gotten any cases clouded his mind.

"Ok, so we know that this Gerald Havinsky was found dead inside a hot-dog vendor truck." Gus inputed, waking Shawn from his daydream. "And we know it was Rylee Trink's shift on the hot dog truck. And we also found the victim's blood on Trink's hands." He looked over at Shawn. "Why exactly don't you think Trink is guilty?"

Shawn shook his head. "I don't know. If the guy already has enough evidence to be prosecuted, it looks pretty open-shut!" He squinted at the crime scene photos, nearly noticing something, but it wasn't anything after all. "I wrote down yesterday that the wife, Lory, had been breaking photo frames in the house and had increased his life insurance about six months ago." He told Gus with a look. "I think maybe we should ask Lassiter to interview the wife and wait for his orders."

"I'm sorry, repeat that again, and please say the person's name more clearly.." Gus was about to implode. Did he just call Lassie, 'Lassiter'?

"I said, 'We should ask Lassiter to interview Lory Havinsky, and wait for him to tell us what he'd like us to do next.' " Shawn specified slowly, cocking his head to the side carefully. "Did you have a different idea?"

"No, no," Gus assured, picking up the cordless phone and handing it to Shawn. "You'd better call Lassiter, then."

Shawn thanked him lightly and sat down in the Psych chair behind his desk, dusting some eraser crumbs into a waste bin as the phone rang. "Hello, Carlton Lassiter?" He asked into the phone. "Hi, it's Shawn Spencer," He greeted, listening to Lassie's complaints. "Er, no I wasn't here to prank call you...? I actually wanted to point out that Lory Havinsky had fixed her husband's life insurance previous to her husband's death and I think it's worth checking out." He listened carefully and his eyes widened. "Juliet already solved the case?!"

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