Hey guys! Sorry it's been a bit but to be truthful I have a few other fics that I haven't updated in forever but right now I am in love with Psych and this is my mourning... let us have a few moments of silence for the death of such a beloved show.*several moments of silence*.. Alright now that we have shown our respects let's get on with this fic!

Gus had always pretended that he loved his job just to make Shawn feel like he was choosing to give up something he liked to solve crime. Though the reality wasn't a screaming opposite Gus did not love his job. He was a good person, amiable most of the time but after several hours of sales pitching a drug with a complicated name to a bunch of uninterested clients he was often bored. That was why today would've been a relief since he was getting a slight change up and giving an annual survey to employees of companies that went through Gus's employer. But his mind kept wandering back to Shawn. He hadn't seen him since that day at the now deceased Psych office. It wasn't that Shawn was ignoring his calls or messages or emails it was just that all the answers were short polite and just...just so un-Shawn like. Gus walked through the cubicles stopping at each one barely paying attention as he rattled off info about the survey, he couldn't stop thinking about Shawn's abnormal behavior. He walked into the next cubicle not even bothering to look up at the new person.

"Hello I am Mr. Burton Guster, I am here to take a survey of your basic health and use of drug prescriptions"

Gus bent down to pull out a survey paper from his brief case. He continued staring at the clipboard in hand and began again rattling off the drudging lines.

"Our survey is not anonymous and is not required" Gus pulled out a pencil.

"So let's begin Mr..." Gus looked at the front of the cubicle.

" . Do you have any-" Gus stopped short his eyes going wide in realization. He quickly looked up to see Shawn smiling brokenly at him. Gus just stared in shock at Shawn. Shawn had lost weight and looked like he was sick or something. He was pale and had dark circles around his eyes. Gus was shocked as Shawn looked up at him that broken smile on his face and that far away look in his eyes. Gus still didn't say anything, he was too shocked to do anything yet.

" ?" Shawn said

Now Gus was officially freaked out. What the Hell was going on? The last time Shawn had acted like this was after his mom had left. He had become OCD. His grades had gone up as did his manners and the phone bill. Shawn had spent every night trying to call his mom. After the number was disconnected Shawn had given up he then went straight from poster child to a rebellious stage which had quickly shot his relationship with Henry. Gus couldn't figure out how this could happen. No one had left. Juliet was still there, Henry was still there, Gus,himself, was still here. Gus didn't understand what was going on.

"Shawn! What happened?!" Gus yelled ignoring the head that popped up from some of the cubicles to see the commotion. Shawn looked at Gus and feigned confusion.

"What do you mean?" Shawn asked. Gus's eyes widened.

"This Shawn! THIS!" Shawn then looked extremely hurt. Tears pooled in his eyes.

"Gus I thought you wanted this" Gus's face scrunched up in confusion. What was Shawn talking about now?

"I though I had lost you guys, you told me you wanted me to grow up. I thought you would be happy." Shawn looked up at Gus looking for all the world as if Gus had just shattered any hope he had had. Gus shook his head.

Gus was about to answer when Shawn's boss walked up.

"Spencer what's happening here?" Shawn looked up at his boss like a deer in head lights.

"Sorry sir it was just a survey" Gus said immediately. "We'll be done in a few moments"

The man nodded and walked away. Gus looked back at Shawn.

"How about I take you out tonight" Gus asked

"I have work till 11 tonight" Shawn said. Gus frowned, no office job goes that late.

"It's another job"

"Alright just give me the address I'll pick you up then" Gus offered finally smiling. He wrote down the address and continued working all the while trying to figure out what instance Shawn had been talking about. He had a feeling that it extended beyond what Shawn had just said.

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Shawn finished up at his office job and quickly headed to his other job. He was working two jobs: an office job and a job at a local bar. He'd found not only his unbearable guilt but also all the ignored calls and emails to Juliet and his dad were too overwhelming for him emotionally. He buried it up by doing grunt work and earning money. He wanted to pay Gus back for Psych, Juliet for every meal or date, and his dad for just about everything. The moments of his last case were seared into his mind in a way he wanted to forget but couldn't help reliving every spare moment. Right now the bar was slow and Shawn found his guilt drawing him away into his memories.

*Shawn had been completely sure that the ware house would be empty. He wanted to brag and bringing Juliet, his dad, and Gus along seemed a perfect way to prove that there was a crazy psycho out to blow up part of the city. He had snooped around before and had quickly found large amounts of explosives and a little room made up into a ramshackle bedroom. He learned the mad man's schedule and was completely sure that tonight the psycho would be out at the little bar out on 10th street. So the coast was clear to bring along Juliet, Gus and his dad.

He had barely convinced them into coming by way of his usual of bugging the crap out of them until they admitted defeat and went along with Shawn. They had arrived at the warehouse at 8:36pm and immediately Henry had complained about being drug out.

"Shawn if you don't tell me why you dragged my ass out here I will politely tell Chief Vick about your forcing us to break and enter an old abandoned ware house"

Shawn looked over at Henry a large smile on his face

"Dad, it's not breaking and entering if you have cop breaking and entering with you"

"Actually Shawn it is if the officer doesn't have a permit" Juliet said seriously. Shawn shot a pouty face at Juliet.

"Come on Juliet now you sound just like Lassie!" Henry folded his arms glaring at Shawn

"Just tell us why we're here Shawn" Henry said.

Shawn smiled mischievously "Oh no reason other than there is a psycho who wants to blow up Santa Barbara and because of my psychic powers I so happen to know that these are his headquarters"

"Oh is that really what you think?" A new voice entered the conversation. A man walked out of the shadows of the warehouse a cruel smile on his face. Juliet whipped out her gun pointing it at the man.

"Unfortunately little psychic you are quite right" The man raised a small remote.

"I have a little detonator right here that is a trigger for some bombs all in the police station, you don't have to believe me but that is a risk you must be willing to make. Now lower your gun Detective O'Hara."

Juliet reluctantly lowered her gun. The man pulled out his own gun and smashed across Juliets head.*

Shawn was pulled out of the memory by someone saying his name. He looked up and saw Maggie, one of the bar maids, looking at him in worry.

"Shawn two men over there are about to start a fight, Lina tried to stop them but they won't stop!"

Shawn immediately rushed over to where Maggie was pointing and saw two men standing opposite each other one had his hand clasped around a girls wrist. Shawn rushed forward thinking of ways he could resolve the situation.

"Please what's the problem here?" he asked.

The man without the girl looked at Shawn and cussed him out. "Stay out of my $#% business!" Shawn frowned and tried approaching him.

"Please if you are going to fight take it outside and don't involve the girl"

"Lizzy got herself into this mess the $%$# whore! If she wasn't sleeping around with every %$^$ man in this town!"

Shawn still tried to calm him.
"Please sir this needs to be taken outside or I will have to call the police"

The man snarled and pulled out a knife. He turned to Shawn "I told you to not get involved in my #%$ business"

Shawn grimaced holding his hands up as a sign of peace. "Please I just want to avoid a fight"

The man had clearly been drinking a lot and instead of being calmed he became outraged. He swung the knife and Shawn felt an enormous pain explode in his stomach. His vision went fuzzy as he collapsed to the floor of the bar. He could barely hear the screams of some of the women and the sirens. His last though before unconsciousness was how glad he was that he had had Maggie call the cops as soon as he heard about the fight.

I hope no one is bothered by the OOC Shawn but you can't really complain because the title pretty much reiterates it. About the language I try to keep things as clean as I can while still holding it up to a realistic level so I guess #$%$# could be interpreted as an awful swear word or it could just mean labradoodle for all you know! So what it means it up to you! Thank you to all my reader I hope you enjoy! Tell me if ya don't and I will try to make changes!