Here is Chapter 2. Remember, I don't own Psych. I just wish I was on it!

Santa Barbara Police Department: Chief Vick sat at her desk, staring at a note that was laying in front of her. Detective Carleton Lassiter sat in a chair opposite the chief, while his partner, Detective Juliet O'Hara sat in another. Henry Spencer sat in another chair, his voice quiet, but his mind racing.

'I can't believe he's back. It has to be a copycat,' he thought to himself.

Suddenly the doors burst open, and in walked Shawn and Gus. In Shawn's hands were four pineapple smoothies and three Chirros. Gus held two more smoothies in his hands.

"Never fear, your favorite psychic is here! I come bearing gifts," Shawn said as he handed a smoothie to Juliet. Despite the tension in the room, she took the drink from him.

"Mr. Spencer, now is not the time for snacks. We have a very serious situation, here! " Chief Vick stated. Her fear sounded in her voice, which made Shawn stop in his tracks.

"Shawn, have you ever heard of the Zodiac Killer?" Juliet asked, setting down her drink.

"Yeah, but only through my dad. He was a killer in the late sixties," he answered, taking a sip of his drink.

"Just last night, three people were killed in a nearby alley. The note left with them is sitting here in front of me. It's just a jumbled mess of letters. It's signed on the bottom with a simple 'Z'," Chief said.

"That's his calling card," Henry said, "He left the clues, but he made up some crazy code to confuse the hell out of the detectives. No one ever found this person, although they'd been close before."

"Wait a minute, you're telling us that you think the Zodiac Killer is back?" Gus asked.

"Gus, don't be the Avatar. Not a good movie, by the way. Too long," Shawn said.

"Too long? What kind of reason is that to not like a movie?" Gus asked.

"Gentlemen! We have much more important issues! Mr. Spencer, do you think you can get something off this note?" Chief Vick asked getting down to business.

"Here, wear these," Lassiter said, handing Shawn a pair of latex gloves. Quietly Shawn put them on and looked at the note. He tried to 'see' anything out of the ordinary; a detail the cops might have missed.

For a few minutes, Shawn sat and stared at the note, trying to figure out the code. Problem was, he was never too good at puzzles, and this was a doozy. He sighed and looked up at the others in the room.

"I'm not getting anything. Whoever this guy is, he's even got my psychic juju beans out of whack," Shawn partially joked.

"Come off it, Spencer! If you don't have anything, you don't have anything!" Lassie almost shouted.

"Detective, calm yourself," Chief Vick said.

"Yeah, Lassie. Don't raise that blood pressure. We don't want you to explode or something," Shawn said with a smirk.

The head detective grumbled under his breath. Juliet took a quiet sip of her smoothie, but set it down quick when the chief gave her a stern look. Shawn had sat down in another chair nearby, while Gus went to get another from the hallway. After all were sitting in the office, Officer McNab came in with a file.

"Here's the old file on the Zodiac Killer. This is all we have, but I did call around to the other precincts to ask for their files. Hey, Shawn. Hey, Gus," Buzz said. He plopped the file down on the chief's desk, waved to the Psych team and walked out.

"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster, you're both coming with us to the scene. Maybe you can get something there," Chief said.

"I call shot gun!" Shawn said. Gus rolled his eyes.

"You can't call shot gun when I'm driving! That's redundant!" he said to his best friend.

"Gus, don't be a…" Shawn started.

"Don't tell me that I shouldn't be something, Shawn. Let's go," Gus said in a huff. The six adults (well five and Shawn) walked single file out the doors and to their vehicles.

Location: Perry's Party Store

Shawn looked around, trying to 'see' things about the three bodies that were laying in the alley. He looked up and saw a security camera. His eyes focused on it, and the fact that it looked like it'd been tampered with.

"I'm seeing something," Shawn suddenly said, raising his fingers to his temple, "I see a man, tall. He's using a ladder to climb up. He's messing with something," he continued.

"Someone messed with the security camera. Is that what you are seeing?" asked Perry, the owner of the store and the person who had discovered the bodies.

"Yes, that's it! He messed with the camera and turned it toward the store, correct?" Shawn asked.

"Yes. It is aimed at the doors, when it was aimed toward the street for deliveries," Perry said.

"Do you have a copy of last night's surveillance?" Lassie asked.

"Yes, I will give it to you now," Perry said as he made his way inside.

"Before you do, let's watch here. Maybe I'll pick up something else," Shawn said.

"All right. McNab! Clean up out here with Forensics while we go inside," Lassie called.

"Yes, Sir!" Buzz said happily. He loved working with the Forensics team.

The team went inside to where the surveillance camera feed went to. The black and white TV now showed the doors, and a few cops milling about while the scene was cleaned up. Perry put in the tape from the night before and pressed play.

"Go through the first few hours. Let's see if we can catch this guy's face," Lassie said with all the gusto of an assassin.

Shawn didn't say a word, but kept something snarky to say later to Lassie. He smiled at his retort.

For a few minutes, they watched the tape with open eyes, Shawn's eyes focusing on finer details. That's when a man came into the picture at around 11:23 pm.

"Stop! That's the guy, it's got to be," Lassie said. He leaned in closer for a better look.

"Um, Lassie?" Shawn started.

"Shut it, Spencer!" Lassie snarled.

"But, Lassiter," Gus said.

"I said shut it!" Lassie growled.

"Damn it, Detective! That's the store owner that's sitting next to you!" Henry said.

Lassiter looked down at the man sitting in the office chair. He slowly nodded, "That is me, Detective. I came to the back to lock up for the night."

"Keep rolling the tape," was all Lassiter said. Shawn tried to keep himself from laughing by taking a sip of his smoothie.

"I cannot believe you brought that in here!" Gus whispered.

"Well, I brought it in so it wouldn't melt in your company car. Would you rather I'd left it in there and let it get warm? Melting down, the water droplets on the outside seeping into the seats," Shawn taunted.

"Guys! Look!" O'Hara said. Everyone looked toward the screen, where at 12:33 A.M., a tall man carried a ladder on screen. He disappeared for a moment, then appeared again near the camera lens. His face was covered by a ski mask. Shawn's eyes caught a momentary glimpse of his eyes and a small scar under one of them. The eyes looked young. It wasn't the actual killer, but a copycat.

"I'm sensing that this is a copycat. He's much younger and more flexible!" Shawn said, closing his eyes for dramatic effect.

Perry stopped the tape and handed it over to the detectives for further analysis. The six walked out and back to their cars. All agreed to head back to the SBPD and discuss the case further.

"Shawn, do you think this guy really is a copycat?" Gus asked as they drove through town.

"Maybe. He had a scar under his left eye. It caught my attention immediately. It was almost as if I'd seen it before," Shawn said. They arrived at the SBPD, but he made no move to get out of the Blueberry.

"What?" Gus asked.

"Let me think for a minute," Shawn said, closing his eyes and putting his fingers to his temples. It somehow helped him think better.

"You know you look ridiculous, right?" Gus asked.

"Shh...I have to think," Shawn said. In front of his eyes flashed memory upon memory of different people. Mira, Mary Lightly, Abigail and dozens of others faces raced through his memory like a movie in fast forward.