Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or Percy Jackson. They belong to their respective owners

Shawn POV

When they walked through the station doors, Shawn immediately noticed the absence of officers. Usually, the station was a bustle of activity. Now, though, it was strangely quiet- and the lights were off.

After walking past the front desk and turning the corner, they saw why.

All the officers were gathered around in a half circle, each looking at a projector screen with mild interest. Lassiter directed the meeting, standing in front of the screen and pointing at the various pictures on it.

One picture was Nico.

Shawn heard Nico take a sharp intake of breath and mutter something about him not actually looking that pale. Attie stood in front if the boy, obviously trying to keep her chuckles to herself at what Nico was saying.

"This kid is our number one priority," Lassiter growled. "Nico Di Angelo. He was found yesterday with a dead body that we suspect he murdered. I wanted this kid in the holding cell ten hours ago!"

"Well, we can't just show you to Lassie, or any other cops, now can we?" Shawn chuckled. "Why don't you guys get down to the interrogation room? We'll meet you down there."

Attie gave him a mock salute before grabbing her cousin's hand and dragging him towards the stairs.

Shawn and Gus walked over to the half circle and effectively pushed their way to the front to get a better view. Besides Nico's picture- who looked extremely pissed- there was also an image of the murdered victim. His skin was extremely pale- hazel eyes staring dully at nothing. His shaggy brown hair was plastered to his face with sweat. He didn't have many items on his person, but there was a nice gold watch wrapped around his right wrist. The pictures didn't show any blood on the victim's cloths, but there was a puncture mark that went right through the man's jeans.

Lassiter finished his little speech and looked around at the cops surrounding him. With a glare, they dispersed.

"Lassieface!" Shawn greeted while Gus nodded to the older man.

"Spencer," he responded stiffly as he moved towards his own desk. "Guster."

"Very inspirational speech you had going on there," Shawn observed.

Lassiter stood up a little straighter and allowed a self satisfied smirk to light up his face. Complements always worked.

"But totally unnecessary."

And the smirk was replaced with a scowl, "What do you mean?"

"We've got a present for you in the interrogation room," Gus said.

Lassiter sighed and pinched the bridges if his nose, "Don't tell me. You found the kid."

Shawn just smirked, put a hand to his temple, and swiftly turned around to walk to the other room. He heard Lassiter groan before following his lead.

When they got to the one sided glass, Shawn noticed Lassiter's eyes flash with what looked like fear when he saw Attie sitting there. The emotion was quickly gone though, and Shawn completely understood the fear that passed in his eyes.

"Is that Atalanta?" He asked before squinting slightly in the glass. "With the suspect?!"

Before Shawn or Gus could tell Lassiter that it was okay, Nico wasn't the murderer, he was already pulling his gun out and walking inside the room. Shawn and Gus shared an exasperated glance before following- wondering how this was going to go down.

"Attie," Lassiter greeted with his gun trained on Nico. "Mind telling me who this boy is?"

"Hey Lassie," Attie responded cheerily. She slapped Nico's hand when it twitched to the very scary looking skull ring on his finger, "And this boy is my cousin."

"You're going to tell me why I shouldn't arrest him, aren't you?"

She nodded, "He's a demigod. Being by the dead body was just bad luck."

Lassiter slowly lowered his gun, looking as if the weight of the world had just been placed on his shoulders. "Another demigod."

Nico gave the cop a wary look and Attie flinched slightly. Maybe he heard the older man's tone in how he said it- or maybe she saw how much he tensed.

It wasn't against her- well, maybe a little. Lassiter and Juliet just never got used to the idea of the Greek gods still existing. They might have even tried to totally forget about the murder case that happened about a year ago.

"Uh, yeah. And the victim-"

"Another demigod."

"Sorry Lassie," Attie sighed. "I don't choose what happens in my world."

"So, what?" Lassiter demanded. "We're supposed to go on another roller coaster of a case to please the gods?"

Nico's eyes narrowed, "The gods? That's not it."

"The victim was a demigod, Lassie," Attie stated sharply. "With all these... complications on the Greek side, we'd greatly appreciate it if this murderer could go to jail. The dead guy was a part of my family, and like any other family, I want to catch this guy!"

"Who knows?" Nico joined in. "Our murderer could go after mortals- your people- if we don't stop them."

"So, yeah, the case will probably be hard," Attie shrugged lightly. "But we're kinda, sorta, professionals! It'll be fine."

Fine like last time? Shawn wanted to ask.

But instead he watched he stare down the initiated after the demigods finished their rant. Lassiter looked like he'd love nothing more than to turn around and walk away, but out of pure stubbornness of not backing down to a teenager, stayed. The kids weren't backing down anytime soon and Shawn knew that if Lassiter didn't accept the case, then they would just come ask him to solve it anyway.

And Shawn being Shawn would accept it.

The staring contest ended when Lassiter nodded slightly and swiftly turned to leave the room, obviously expecting to be followed. As soon as he turned, Attie and Nico grinned and high-fived each other before standing up and leaving.

"Uh, what just happened?" Gus asked, sounding completely lost.

"I think we just got a case," Shawn replied with smirk and a fist bump.

They joined Lassiter, Attie, and Nico at the bottom of the steps, "Now I have to cancel the search," Lassiter was grumbling. He pointed to Nico, "But I've got my eyes on you."

Nico waved him off, "Yeah, yeah. Now, I do have a question about something. Where's my aviators jacket?"

"You mean that jacket we put in the evidence locker? That thing looked like a hundred years old," Lassiter said with obvious disgust.

"If you threw my jacket away, I swear to all the gods-"

"We still have it!" Lassiter rushed at the glare the young boy was directing in his direction. A glare Shawn was glad wasn't directed at him, "I would just need to make a stop at the evidence locker."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Nico crossed his arms, "Skeletons to pop out if the ground?"

"What does that even mean?" Gus demanded after a lengthy pause.

"Irrelevant," Attie rushed. "Let's just get the jacket so we can leave."

After Lassiter made a quick stop the evidence locker, Nico got his precious jacket back. Something seemed… off about the jacket, though. Shawn's been to enough museums, unwillingly dragged there by Gus and Juliet, to know what a World War II jacket would look like- and it looked like the jacket Nico was wearing. Plus, like Lassiter said, it looked a hundred years old. Coincidence?

After exiting the Police station with all their necessary equipment, Shawn, Gus, Attie, and Nico piled into the Blueberry and followed Lassiter's car to the morgue.

"So, what's new?" Shawn asked when the silence in the car was too much for him to bear.

Attie tore her gaze from the window to spare a glance at Shawn, "Well, I saved the world again, almost died a couple times."

Shawn chuckled at the girl's 'enthusiasm', "Yeah? Well, I got a girlfriend."

Attie held her finger up, "Wait! Lemme guess... Juliet?"

"How'd you know?"

"I totally saw it coming," she answered smugly. "What about you, Gus?"

"Oh, you know, a playa never gets held up by just one girl," Gus replied quickly.

"That's Gus for 'Not at all'," Shawn stated cheerfully.

"Don't worry, Gus," Attie laughed, "Nico doesn't have a girlfriend either."

Nico's cheeks turned pink- something clearly defined on his pale skin, "Shut up."

"You know, I always thought that you and Lou Ellen..." Attie trailed off, a bright smile on her face when Nico's cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.

"Since when were you a daughter of Aphrodite?" Nico shot at her.

Attie shuddered while Shawn and Gus shared a look. It was weird to talk about the Greek gods at all, but talking about them in present tense was even weirder. Thinking about the gods made Shawn think about the war Attie had mentioned the last time she visited.

"They reached adulthood and you took their lives!"

That was something Attie had screamed at the crazy murdering demigod about a year ago. She mentioned adulthood like... like demigods never reached adulthood. If that was the case, then had the war been fought by teenagers?

It wasn't a very happy thought.

Shawn was pulled out of his musings when Gus parked the car. He didn't even notice that they reached their destination, something very un-Shawn like. Lassiter was already walking through the doors, causing their little group to rush and catch up to him.

Where the morgue would usually be carrying dozens of police officers, this time it was fairly empty. Not another officer, besides Lassiter who was quickly making his way down the hall, was in sight. Maybe everyone was sent home because of it being another demigod case that no one was allowed to know about.

When they finally reached the right door, they saw Juliet waiting outside of it. The surprise was evident on her face when she saw Attie walking up as well.

"Hello, Atalanta," Juliet smiled hesitantly at her. "Wasn't expecting you here." She gave Shawn a look. A look that clearly meant that she didn't enjoy the fact that the young demigod was there.

Shawn knew Attie saw the look, possibly Nico too, but forced a smile on her face and rushed out, "Hey, Jules! Long time, no see, huh? Well, meet my cousin, Nico Di Angelo- he's, uh, a demigod also."

Juliet pressed her lips in a thin line, obviously remembering the boy from the holding cell, "Oh. Well, I heard that Carlton cleared the area of police officers. Is this another… one of those cases?"

"Yeah."

Juliet sighed and turned around, walking into the autopsy room. Attie and Shawn glanced at each other and walked into the room as well, motioning for Gus and Nico to follow.

On the cold metal table, lay the body of the man that Shawn saw on the projection screen back at the Police station. His hazel eyes were closed, a blue sheet covering most of his pale body. His Shaggy brown hair was hanging loosely, pushed out of his face presumably by Woody.

Speaking of Woody, the man was standing by the feet of the dead body, playing with the dead toes of the man. Lassiter cleared his throat, causing Woody to look up and, seeing that everyone was in the room, begin.

"First of all, I want to make sure that he," Woody pointed to Nico, "is allowed in here. I do not need to be sued."

Nico tilted his head to the side and looked at the strange man while Lassiter answered, "He's clear. Now tell us-"

"Oh! Hello, Attie," Woody nodded towards the demigod. Attie grinned slightly and gave him a tiny wave.

"Woody!" Lassiter barked causing the coroner to jump. "Tell us about the body!"

"Always in a rush, detective," Woody mused before pulling out his clipboard. "His name was Bailey Kindlewood. I'm placing his time of death about… two days ago, around 5:00 AM to 10:00 AM."

Shawn remembered the projection screen.

The pictures didn't show any blood on the victim's cloths, but there was a puncture mark that went right through the man's jeans.

Shawn took a sharp intake of breath and allowed his right leg to go limp. Catching himself on the side of the metal table, he placed his hand behind the top half of his right leg. Nico had stumbled away from Shawn as he fell, his hand twitching towards the skull ring on his finger.

"Something bit me!" Shawn gasped.

Gus looked at his best friend, "What?"

"A bite wound!" Shawn replied as he pointed to the victim. "There's a bite wound on the leg."

Shawn was well aware of Nico watching him closely. The boy opened his mouth; probably about to call Shawn on being a fake, but Attie was already clasping her hand on the pale boy's mouth and placing a finger to her lips. Nico scowled slightly before nodding.

Woody nodded with an impressed look on his face, "Good job, Shawn. Yes there was a bite wound on his leg. After taking a sample of his blood, I also found a very high dosage of dendrotoxins, fasciculins, and calcuseotine. Venom commonly found in the snake the Black Mamba."

"The Black Mamba? A snake commonly found in eastern and southern Africa," Gus supplied.

"There were also markings on his neck," Woody pointed to the purple bruising going all around the man's neck. "But the cause of death was definitely from the poison."

"Who would carry around a Black Mamba in California?" Lassiter asked with a frown.

Nico and Attie shared a look. Were they thinking that the bite wound was from a monster? Last summer, Attie had informed every one of the monsters roaming the world that would constantly like to eat demigods. Many of the monsters could have poison similar to the Black Mamba, which would make the animal even harder to find.

"There's not a lot of evidence on the body," Lassiter stated slowly as if remembering the last demigod case. "So the best we could do is look at some of the things gathered from the crime scene."

"Otherwise known as: Shifting through evidence in hopes of finding something," Attie clarified, her nose scrunched up.

"We're going to shift through evidence," Juliet stated, gesturing between her and Lassiter. "You guys can go down to the crime scene and divine something psychicly."

In other words: We don't want to hang out with the demigods so we're leaving them with you.

"So are you guys going to tell us where the murder took place?" Shawn asked.

Nico answered, "Oh, I know that one."

§§§§§§PaGe BrEaK§§§§§§

They drove to where Nico directed them- a parking garage by the local Taco Bell. Driving up the many floors to C1, Nico was the first out of the car, determined to find something and clear his name for good. Attie was hot on his heels, obviously determined as well. Shawn and Gus were a little less enthusiastic as they got out of the car last.

"So," Shawn started as he clapped his hands together, "spread out, search for clues-"

"Found something!" Nico yelled triumphantly as he ran over to something that was lying on the ground. It was a small round object that caught what little light shone through the garage.

He scooped it up in his hands and examined it with a critical eye, "Uh, I don't know what this is."

Gus rolled his eyes and walked over to the boy, surprising Shawn that he was willingly going to close to the son of Hades. Gus plucked the item out of Nico's hand and looked at it. His face morphed into worry, "Uh, guys? It's a snake scale."

"Probably a Black Mamba scale," Attie called out smartly from her place in the garage. She hadn't been too interested in what Nico found, and went off in a different direction to search for her own clues.

"What if the thing's still here?" Shawn heard Gus ask.

"Then Attie and me will kill it," Nico rolled his eyes.

"Attie and I," Gus corrected offhandedly. "But still, remember those Basilisks? Those were snakes."

"What happened to the 'Oh so brave Gus that totally killed the extremely poisonous, fire-breathing snake'?" Attie asked in a mockingly deep voice.

Gus glared at the girl for the mockery, "I did kill it. That doesn't mean that I didn't need to change my underwear."

"Too much information," Shawn called out.

"Oh what's that?!" Attie asked cheerfully and ran over to something lying on the floor. Shawn turned towards her just in time to see the demigod picking up a piece of dead wheat. Who put wheat in a garage?

"Never mind," she called. "It's just... wheat."

She dropped the item on the floor and walked away from the dead plant. Shawn's observant eyes glanced around the area, stopping briefly when they caught sight of a small crack in the concrete, a dead yellowish stem sticking out of the ground. Shawn didn't think it important- it was probably the stem of the wheat.

But why was there wheat growing all the way up here?

Shaking his head, Shawn looked around to see that Nico and Attie finished their search already and was leaning against the Blueberry looking at him and Gus expectantly. Sweeping his eyes over the area one last time, he didn't see anything of importance.

"Now what?" Nico asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"We go to the next place," Shawn answered matter-of-factly. He flashed back to the autopsy room, the words printed on Woody's clipboard: 2132 Brink Drive, "Bailey's house."

It was quiet for a moment, until Nico said, "So about this whole 'Psychic' thing..."

Shawn answered immediately, not even caring that he had just met the kid, "I'm not Psychic."

"What is this?" Attie huffed. "It took two whole days before you told me."

"I know that I can trust both of you now," Shawn explained. He turned around and locked his eyes with Nico's, "I'm not Psychic- but I pretend to be because... well, a few years ago, I would stay at home and watch the news. Just by reading people on the TV, I could tell whether they were guilty or not. I called in one too many times. Needless to say, I went to the station to collect my money and Lassie arrested me. He said that no one could solve the cases without being on the inside. The Psychic idea was off the top of my head and, well, I've been playing it ever since. It works."

"So you being a fake Psychic was all Lassie's fault?" Attie rose an eyebrow.

"What about your girlfriend? You told her, right?" Nico asked.

Shawn saw Gus glance at him from his peripheral vision, "Ah... no."

"That won't end well," Nico murmured under his breath. Speaking up, he asked, "So, who knows?"

Shawn counted on his fingers, "Well, me, Gus, you, Attie, my dad, my mom, somehow Juliet's old boyfriend... that's it."

"Not bad at keeping secrets," Attie praised.

Shawn just smirked as he turned around in his chair. He wondered, not for the first time, if he would ever tell Juliet. It would probably break her heart- she believed that Shawn was Psychic from the beginning. She helped out on his hunches and even got the evidence he needed. To move the next step in their life, would Shawn need to tell?

Or would Shawn just keep lying to her?