"Look at the banks they've nailed, O'Hara. This string doesn't mean anything." Carlton stared down the map as if it could talk.

"We're missing something, staring us right in the face and we're not seeing it." Juliet patiently studied the map full of pins. "Carlton, maybe we should go back again." Juliet suggested, shrugging and seeing no other option.

"I don't know word for word what Spencer told you, but we're not going to get anything from him. He said they'd do it under one condition, but that he wouldn't give." Carlton had no other option, and this wouldn't be the first time drove a dead end twice to find it went through.

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Dean sat complacently, almost like a vegetable on the couch and could not be removed from the TV. This was his and Shawn's only day of the week in the day room.

Shawn's eyes never left the TV, but his push-ups were continuous. He kept talking about his 'Escape From Alcatraz' body.

Dean and Shawn were both a little surprised, but refused to halt their activity... or the lack there of.

"It's open!" Dean called and heavy steel door opened to their most frequent visitors. "Agents, what can we do for you today?" Dean asked snarkily.

"Lassie, Jules!" Shawn greeted happily. "What brings you to our humble abode?"

"Listen up Hatfield and McCoy. Your descendants hit a fifth spot and got away without a trait. They have taken $500,000. Our Director has given us any bargaining chips besides full pardon." Lassiter shot out quickly.

"We have a time pattern, but no idea where they're going to next." Juliet admitted, sounding defeated.

"Five banks?" Dean asked, shutting off the TV and turning around. "They're about to switch their time pattern. The job is in two months." Dean turned back to the TV. "That's your one freebie."

"Spencer, this is serious! Stop doing pushups!" Lassiter barked.

"Suck it, Lassie. Suck my massive shoulders!" Shawn yelled defiantly. He was getting good at durability and endurance. He didn't have much else to do in cell life.

"Mr. Winchester, you said you had one condition." Juliet remembered. "If it's within reason, we will grant it to you and Mr. Spencer."

The TV turned off again and Dean turned around, face like stone. "When we're on the job for you, we want out."

"What? You can't be serious." Lassiter said disbelievingly.

"I'm serious, dude. When we're on your clock, we want to be out there. When you don't need us, we'll come back without a fight."

"Sounds fair to me." Shawn jumped up, tired and red faced. "I have a special gift, the Sweetness. And it doesn't work behind these walls."

"That's a big trade, you understand that, right?" Juliet asked, looking them both down for any kind of deception.

"We'll have to call Director Vick on this one." Lassiter reached for his cell phone. "O'Hara." He flicked his neck towards the door.

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"Listen to me, Agent Lassiter." Director Karen Vick was strict even for a Director. "You are to grant them temporary leave, but they are never out of sight. Do you understand me? Winchester and Spencer are to be under constant watch."

"My thoughts exactly, Director." Lassiter agreed. "Agent O'Hara and I will see personally to their supervision."

"Glad to hear it. Now get my damn copycats."

The line went dead and Lassiter smiled victoriously to his young partner.

"We got them?" she asked with a hopeful smile.

"Damn right we do."

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"Good news, Clyde and Clyde." Lassiter said entering the room again. "Your condition has been accepted. But don't see this as a holiday."

Shawn smiled ear to ear at Juliet and held out his arms to be uncuffed.

"Not so fast Spencer." Lassiter warned, starring him down. "You know when, maybe you know where."

Shawn asked as to where they had hit already.

"Cincinnati, Cleveland, Atlanta, Denver, and Cleveland again." Juliet said remembering off the top of her head. Reading the file back and forward had advantages.

Dean laughed quietly, almost unheard. "Freaking hate that town."

Shawn closed his eyes and saw the past fly by, remembering the nationwide tour with Dean. "Seattle." Shawn announced, eyes flying open.

"Seattle?" Dean said catching on. "That was America tour stop six, right?" Shawn smiled in confirmation. "They're copying our same route."

"That's where you'll get them." Shawn said with a smile.

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Nearly 2 months later...

Shawn was awoken by a jingling set of keys and the heavy bars being pushed to the side.

He opened his eyes, and saw a blur, unadjusted still from sleep. "Close the damn door, Frank! I'm pretty sure it's not lunch yet, man." Shawn covered his eyes and rolled over like he had something to hide.

"Shawn, come on. It's me." Juliet said stepping in. "Nice place." she joked, taking in the cell.

Shawn rolled over to face his favorite Federal agent. "How can I be used by the law today?" he joked, not seeing any harm in it.

"Go on, get dressed." Juliet told him with a little smile, handing him his old street clothes.

"Um, what?" Shawn took the clothes cautiously, watching her suspiciously.

"You can't go to Seattle in prison orange, Shawn. People will stare."

Shawn's eyes popped at their promise being held. "I'm actually, we're actually going?"

Juliet just smiled and lifted herself on her toes before coming back down. She wasn't so sure why she was so happy about this. There was something about this Shawn Spencer guy. She had a good feeling about him.

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Lassiter's Ford pulled up to JFK Airport, causing Dean to grab the edge of his seat.

"Dude, come on. You have to get over it sometime." Shawn whispered to his partner in the back seat.

"No, no I don't." Dean argued back.

"What's the problem back there, ladies?" Lassiter watched them in the rearview from over the rim of his sunglasses.

"Dean has a pathological fear of flying." Shawn said like it was no big deal.

"Just take me back to prison." Dean told them, not even kind of joking.

"You would rather go back to prison than get on a plane?" Juliet asked disbelieving.

"Damn right." Dean shot back, serious as all Hell. "If I had Baby, I'd beat you there."

"Who's 'Baby'?" Carlton asked, not sure if it was important or not.

"Dean's car." Shawn said, a large fan of the old muscle car itself. The '67 Impala was like Dean's own child.

Lassiter's foot on the break caused them to come to a halt, all making to move but Dean.

"Come on son!" Shawn shouted at his stubborn, usually tough as nails partner. Shawn rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. "Dude, don't Gus right now."

"I'm not getting on the flying metal death trap. If people were meant to fly, we'd have wings." Dean declared like it was a no brainer.

"I'm not driving from New York to Washington. Not going to happen." Lassiter put his foot down.

Well this sure was a conundrum. "I'm not driving and we sure as Hell won't let him go." Lassiter turned to Juliet. "Any ideas, Mother Theresa?"

Juliet thought for a moment before the light bulb turned on. "Just one." she smiled and got in the car next to him.

Dean wouldn't turn to face her, expecting some kind of lecture on him being a bitch or why he had to do it.

"Hi." she said flatly with a friendly smile.

"Um, hi." Dean said, unsure of what to expect.

"Would you go on the plane if you didn't have to be awake?"

"Shawn's not going to knock me out when we're on board. We talked about that earlier." Dean crossed his arms.

Juliet held up a small bottle and gently smiled.

"I'm cool with getting drugged." Dean nodded, seeing this as the best option.

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The plane touched down as Dean's eyes slowly opened.

"Morning honey." Shawn was smiling at him and holding his hand.

"Shawn, get the Hell out of here." Dean pulled his arm back like he had been burned. "Are we here?"

"We're here." Juliet tried to hold back a smile at the way these two acted. They weren't monsters or killers, she didn't know what to categorize them as. They were like celebrities. People on the plane mumbled about them in passing, thinking they were Spencer and Winchester but not too sure.

Shawn stood up and stretched like a big cat, nearly bumping Lassiter in the seat ahead of him.

"Easy there, Shiva." Lassiter shot him a warning glance. "I will use assault as a reason to discharge my weapon in your face."

Juliet found it weird how Shawn's partner and friend of five years could laugh at a death threat.

"I like this guy." Dean pointed at Lassiter, but facing Shawn.

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The squad pulled up to the Seattle Police Station in a rental, just like Lassiter's New York car.

"So uh... Carlton." Dean began but was stopped immediately.

"Agent Lassiter." the older man corrected.

"Lassiter, I don't get you. How can you just leave your car at home? Don't you feel... dirty?"

"Don't get me wrong, Winchester. I love my car, but the job doesn't allow it to be my only transportation." Lassiter thought for a moment before adding "It's like being in the military and not being able to see your wife."

"It's really not." Shawn whispered to Juliet while in the back seat.

"You were in the army?" Juliet whispered back, completely surprised.

"No, but I know that's a terrible analogy." Shawn finished before they exited the car and went to the front doors.

"Nobody say anything." Lassiter pointed at the two tow alongs.

"We'll be quiet as a church mouse on Sunday. Unless that mouse goes to a Baptist church, then we're going to be singing hymns to high Heaven." Shawn said as if it made perfect sense.

Juliet looked at him like he was nuts. Hell, she was starting to think Shawn WAS nuts. Dean seemed relatively normal, but Shawn did at first as well.

Lassiter gave Shawn one more long, deathly stare down before they headed inside.

It didn't take long before they were shown to the chief of the Seattle PD.

"What is this, a joke? Two Federal agents and Shawn Spencer and Dean Winchester walk into a police station." the chief said with a smile.

"That's a bit long for an opener, don't you think?" Dean asked, his face serious.

"Ooh, how about two Feds and an ocelot walk into a..." Shawn tried to start, but was cut off.

"Remember when I told you two to shut up?" Lassiter didn't even look at the pair. "Well Chief, had we had any sign of the suspects around town? Sighting reports or anything?"

"Have your people call the bank manager, ask if they've had any recent applications." Dean threw in, wondering just how far these copycats could go.

"They should have been submitted anytime within two weeks ago." Shawn added, surprised when they weren't given an old fashioned Lassiter tongue lashing.

"What's the date anyway?" Dean asked, trying to think back. "You lose track of time in the joint.

"May 3rd, 4th maybe?" Shawn guessed, not too sure himself.

"It's March 26th, Shawn." Juliet corrected him, looking at him like he was an idiot.

"Things change in the pokie, Jules!" Shawn yelled back in his w.

"We've had nothing but the word of these two, that anything is going to happen here." The chief motioned to the pair of convicts.

"Dude, don't point. It's offense." Dean told the chief.

"My name is not 'dude'. I am Chief Michael Sullivan of the Seattle PD." Michael announced, more arrogant than Shawn and Dean liked.

"And I'm Dean freaking Winchester. Want to trade autographs?" Dean gave Michael a look that read 'I don't give a shit'.

"Stand down, Winchester." Lassiter told him evenly. Lassiter was quickly learning he enjoyed Dean's attitude toward the general population, but had to keep him on a leash as well. Be did appreciate seeing this ass hole Sullivan kicked in the knees. It wasn't Lassiter's first time in Seattle.

"In two days, the people who want to be us are going to hit the Home Street Bank and make off with $300,000." Shawn said serious as all Hell. "You can listen to us, or lose 300 large."

"I need your full cooperation on this one, Chief Sullivan." Lassiter said, surprised to find himself on Shawn's side. "Put me in contact with your best men, and forget about the SWAT."

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March 28

The squad sat patiently in the unmarked rental near the front of the Home Street Bank.

"See anything, O'Hara?" Lassiter questioned, not catching anything special.

"A whole lot of nothing." Juliet kept watch.

Dean was half asleep and not much help to anyone. Shawn kept his eagle eyes scanning each person, reading them carefully. "Those three, those are our cats." Shawn said, watching them climb the steps of the bank.

"Let's go O'Hara. Stay here, you two. I mean it." Lassiter cocked his pistol and reached for the door.

"Nope, you two follow our lead. Wait five minutes, then you two come in." Dean changed the tactic.

"And let you two run off? Fat chance." Lassiter rebuked.

"Come on Lassie, you have black and whites covering every exit, even watching the windows." Shawn jumped in, hoping to get an edge. "Every cop in the country knows our faces. Those guys do to. We can get the jump on them in a second when they see us walking up to them."

"Carlton, maybe we should try it. It has the surprise that we don't have going in first." Juliet quietly suggested.

"O'Hara, don't take their side in this!" Lassiter snapped.

"Hey Ozzy and Harriet, every minute you don't let us stop their sorry asses, another 100 grand goes in their bags." Dean told the agents, leaning over the seats.

"We're coming in after five minutes. If this is any kind of game, you'll never see sky out of a prison again." Lassiter shot at them, no room for jokes whatsoever.

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"Excuse me, something we can help you boys with?" Dean and Shawn walked up to them cool and calm.

"No way, holy shit!" one of the guys began to lose their cool. "You're Shawn freaking Spencer and Dean Winchester!"

"We thought they got you two somehow." the second one said.

"Dude, these are just kids." Dean said quietly to Shawn.

"If we didn't do illegal things, this would be really cool." Shawn still smiled at the fan kids who couldn't have been older than twenty.

"Can we, can we come with you?" the taller of the two asked. "Devin is good with a lock, and Burton Guster hasn't been seen in weeks."

"You two, bags down, guns on the ground and hands behind your heads!" Lassiter shouted as he and Juliet charged up the stairs, guns drawn.

"Shit!" Devin yelled and turned, trying to make a break. He didn't expect to be dropped by his own idol, Shawn Spencer.

"Dude, you just KOed a teenager!" Dean punched Shawn's arm, giving him a 'what the Hell' look.

"Punk tried to make a break!" Shawn defended himself.

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Shawn and Dean sat on the hood of the car outside the bank, too many cops buzzing around to think about running.

"I'll be in the house if you need me." Dean said going for the car's back seat, leaving Shawn outside on the hood when Juliet got there.

What the Hell, man? Shawn mouthed, and Dean just smiled and held his thumbs up.

"Hey." Shawn greeted with a small wave as she stood in front of him.

"Hi." Juliet said, jumping up next to him. "You and Dean had a smart plan, you." she nudged his arm and smiled. "Minus the hitting the kid part, but whatever." Juliet couldn't get through it without a tiny giggle.

"Yeah well, kid said some stuff about my mom and..." Shawn used his tough guy voice.

"No he didn't!" Juliet challenged through her laughter. "But really, the inside tips and distracting your little followers, good job." She smiled sincerely at him, and Shawn smiled back.

"Hey, it beats cell time." Shawn shrugged and watched the city around him.

"Well I better get going, Lassiter will be wondering where I got off to." Juliet said, excusing herself.

"Juliet." Shawn called after her, using her first name, which actually surprised her.

"Yeah?" she turned around waited expectantly.

"That night three months ago. Do you regret it? The kiss and everything?" Shawn asked staying straight faced, showing no emotion. A skill five years of crime had taught him.

Juliet smiled and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Shawn watching every movement she made. "No, not even a little." Juliet crossed the closed of street and left Shawn sitting on the hood of the blue Ford, smirking to himself.

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