"Oh come on, Gus. You can't give me the silent treatment forever!" Shawn protested.

Gus had come into the office the following morning carrying a note. He handed it to Shawn as he began to work on the computer. It read:

Shawn-

Not speaking to you.

Vital communication will be submitted in writing.

All other communication will be ignored.

Gus continued typing all morning, not looking up or acknowledging Shawn at all.

"Gus, this is ridiculous! Gus? Gus…"

Shawn had to give Gus credit. He knew from years and years of experience that the one thing Shawn Spencer could not abide was being ignored.

"Come on, Gus. This isn't fair. You know being ignored is my Achilles Tendon."

Shawn held his breath, wondering if Gus would take the bait. Correcting improper phrasing was Gus' Achilles Heel.

For a moment, it looked like it worked. Gus stopped typing and looked up at the ceiling, apparently counting in his head. But then he just cracked his knuckles and continued to type. Shawn huffed loudly.

"Fine! Two can play this game. I'm ignoring you, too, now. So there!"

He collapsed into the chair and turned on the TV. He cranked up the volume loud enough to be sure to annoy Gus, and the two remained at this impasse all morning.

Around 10:30, Lassiter walked in, in a much better mood than usual.

"Spencer. Is Guster around?" He asked, dispensing with the usual barbed insults.

"Who? No one named Gus works around here," Shawn answered crossly.

"Aww, are you two in a fight again?"

"No. Can't fight with someone who doesn't exist," Shawn insisted, folding his arms across his chest.

"Well, as long as you settle your differences maturely. That's the important thing, Spencer."

"He started it."

"I'm in here, Detective Lassiter," Gus called from the adjoining room. Lassiter left Shawn, still in a pout, and went in.

"I just wanted to drop off some money for the ticket. It's only fair I pay you for it."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Lassiter handed Gus the money hesitantly.

"Was there something else?" Gus asked, pocketing the bills.

"No….no."

Lassiter turned and headed back into the waiting room.

A moment later, he appeared in doorway again.

"Guster," he said quickly, as if he was trying to get something off his chest before it exploded, "Woods Tea Company is playing an encore show in the park tonight. I have an extra ticket….do you want to go?"

"Sure," Gus shrugged.

"Okay, then. I'll see you there. 8 O'clock."

"I'll be there."

Lassiter nodded and left, this time for real.

Three seconds later, Shawn entered the office from the waiting room, grinning like a cat with a secret.

"Okay, time-out on the whole not speaking thing. Gus, did you really just make a second date with Lassie?"

Gus didn't respond. He switched off the computer and marched to the door, pausing for a moment before he left.

"If there was someone in this room, which there isn't, I would say that I don't have a date with Lassiter. I have…an appointment. To…watch a concert…in the park…oh, God."

Gus nearly burst out in tears as the realization struck.

"Oh, God. I just made a date with Lassiter!"