A/N: Here's chapter two, hope you enjoy.

Chapter Two

As Lassiter slowly came to, he was aware of two things. One, he could hear humming off to his right. And two, he wasn't in his car. Groaning slightly, he opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the light blue sky.

How the heck did he get here?

The humming stopped.

"You're really lucky you know."

Surprised by the feminine voice, Lassiter sat up. Dizziness and nausea washed over him. Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths, until his lightheadedness subsided. Unfortunately it was replaced by a dull pounding. But he was able to push that away and look around, until he saw the source of the voice, in the form of a young girl that was sitting only a few feet away from him.

The girl was fifteen, maybe sixteen. She had dark chocolate eyes and light blond hair that reached down to her shoulders. She was wearing a light green tank-top, faded jeans that were starting to tear at the knees and a pair of grungy old running shoes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lassiter asked, his tone unacceptably weak, because he was unable to muster up enough authority or conviction in his voice.

Instead of saying anything, the girl nodded at something behind Lassiter.

With a sinking feeling in his stomach (he had just crashed his car hadn't he?) Lassiter looked behind him to see the charred remains of what used to be his car. A strangled noise that got caught in his throat, was the sound that Lassiter could make.

His car. His beautiful car. Ruined.

"Where's Spencer?" Lassiter demanded suddenly, turning back to the girl. For a moment he had almost forgotten his temporary partner.

"I'm right here, Lassie," Shawn said, walking from where he stood by the road, over to Lassiter, who still sat in the field.

Lassiter wouldn't admit it, even under torture, but he was relieved that the psychic was okay.

"I saw you guys run off the road," the girl said, looking from Shawn to Lassiter. "I ran over and smelt gas, so I pulled you two out. Not ten seconds after I pulled you both away, did the car catch fire. The fire burnt out a while ago. You've been here for three to four hours."

"What?!" Lassiter yelled, his strength coming back to him. Struggling a little, he pulled himself to his feet, waving Shawn away when he came over to help.

"It's a good thing that the fields didn't catch fire," the girl continued talking, acting as if Lassiter's outburst hadn't happened, "I'm surprised it didn't catch fire."

"Four hours?" Lassiter demanded, "And you didn't even bother to call the police or an ambulance."

"Calm down," Shawn said, holding up his phone, "I already called an ambulance and a tow-truck. They should be hear soon."

Lassiter, for the first time, took in Shawn's appearance. The psychic looked like hell. He was covered in dirt and his hair was even more disheveled than it usually was. Not to mention that he had a cut near his right temple that seemed to have bleed badly and now had crusted over.

"You don't look to good yourself," Shawn said, seeming to read Lassiter's mind.

Shawn really didn't look good and the closer Lassiter looked, the more he saw. Cuts, bruises, and very chalky white skin. Quite frankly, Lassiter was surprised that the psychic had woken up at all.

"How long have you been conscious?" Lassiter asked.

"Of what?"

"…"

"Hey guys," the girl said, suddenly jumping to her feet and running over to the two men, "I've been trying to catch a ride for a while now, do you think that I could hitch a ride with you on the ambulance or, you know, tow-truck…whatever?"

"Uh, sure," Shawn said, turning to the girl.

"Thank you," the girl smiled. "My name is Shaley."

"Shawn, head psychic at the SBPD. This is my associate, Lassie Mc—"

For a second Shawn's eyes went out of focus and he swayed a little. Worried, Lassiter reached out and steadied him. After a moment, the little spell passed, and Shawn gave his head a light shake to clear his head.

"Sorry," he said, his voice slightly dazed. "And this is Lassie McCrankyPants."

"Shut up, Spencer," Lassiter growled, letting go of Shawn's upper arm and stalking over to the road.

A/N: Yes, I know that the chapters are short, but I'm going to see if it's easier more me to update more, if the chapter's stay short. Let's hope.