Gus was having a pretty good day, if he thought about it. He got to avoid a terrible crime scene, keep his lunch safely in his stomach, and got to work a solid 5 hours with absolutely no interruption.

And it worried him to no end.

He glanced at his phone again, frowning when it showed no new messages or calls had been received. Checking the time, he realized he was about done with work, so he packed up and headed out of the office. Finally, he felt his phone buzz and quickly answered.

"Shawn?" he asked.

"No, it's me, Gus. Don't you have caller id?"

Gus sighed, a little disappointed. "Hey, Henry. I just haven't heard from Shawn all day and it's been great and all, but-"

"But that isn't like him and now you're worried for him," Henry finished with a sigh. "Yeah, same here, Gus. I know he doesn't like coming to our dinners, but he never blows one off without calling me and giving me some insane story about ninjas or pirates or something equally ridiculous."

Gus bit his tongue, about to argue the truth about the ferocity of ninjas and the adventurous life of a pirate when he realized which Spencer he was talking to. "You don't think he ran off again, do you?" Gus asked softly, not really believing it.

Henry shook his head on the other line. "No," he said finally, "I really don't this time Gus. He's got O'hara, now, and deep down, I know he loves helping out solving cases. He was born to be a detective, Gus. He just got a little rattled on the way there."

Gus nodded, knowing Henry was right. "Well, I'll go check the office, see if he's there," he said, getting into his car.

"I'll check his apartment and then meet you there," Henry said before hanging up and getting into his truck. With anyone else, being gone for half a day shouldn't even warrant a second thought. Shawn being gone for half a day? Different story. Kid didn't know when to shut up and leave well enough alone, he sure as hell wasn't going to just cut and run all of a sudden.

Gus got to the Psych office and began to look around. As he was searching, he heard a car pull in. 'Why, Mr. Spencer's really fast,' he thought. Then, he heard another louder car pull in. Gus furrowed his brow and looked out the window. Lassiter, Jules and two other men were walking toward the office.

"Hey, Lassie, Jules," Gus said, walking down the steps toward the detectives. "Who's this?"

Dean snickered behind Lassiter. "Lassie?"

Lassiter glared over his shoulder and then looked back at Gus. "Guster, we need to speak with Shawn," he said getting straight to the point. "You know where he is?"

Gus shrugged. "Your guess would be as good as mine right now," he said nervously. "I haven't seen Shawn for hours."

Sam looked at Dean, then back at Gus. "Well, it's only been a few hours. Maybe he was busy? Did you try his phone?"

Gus looked at the newcomer. "Well, duh. Of course I called him. He didn't pick up. And clearly you don't know Shawn because going half a day without him is unheard of. He always keeps in contact," he finished.

"Always craves attention's more like it," muttered Lassiter.

Gus looked at the brothers again. "I'm sorry, who are these guys again?"

"Criminals," Lassiter scoffed, folding his arms. Gus' eyes widened.

"They are not, Carlton. Gus, don't listen to him. These guys are just trying to help us out with these strange accidents that have been occurring all over town. Gus, meet Sam and Dean," Juliet said, introducing the men.

"Hey," he said, hesitantly shaking their hands.

"Hey," Dean said, shaking his hand firmly. "So, your friend Shawn. You say he's a psychic?" he said, searching Gus' face for a lie.

Gus trained his eyes on Dean's and nodded sharply. "Best around," he said without hesitation.

Dean cocked his head. "Alrighty, then let's search the place. He had to leave something behind," he finished, pushing past the rest of the group to head inside. Just as they were all going in, a truck pulled up and screeched to a halt.

"Henry," Gus called out. "Did you find him?"

"No," Henry said, almost breathlessly, "but I found this."

He thrust a piece of paper at Gus, but Lassiter snatched it away quickly. He held it out while everyone looked over his shoulder and read the scrawled out handwriting:

Got a lead. Went to the Jackson Co. to follow up. Meet me there.

Gus stepped away first. "The Jackson Co.?" he questioned, scratching his head. "That doesn't make any sense," he said, turning back to the rest of the group.

Henry nodded. "I know. It just seems…off."

"Devoid of emoticons," Lassiter mumbled, recalling Shawn's words. "It's not him," he said out loud.

Everyone went silent for a second, taking in those words.

"Then, who is it and where the hell is Shawn?" Juliet said softly, reigning in her anger.

Dean and Sam looked at each other, communicating volumes with their eyes. They silently began making their way back to the car, only to be stopped by Lassiter.

"Whoa, hey, where do you think you're going?" he demanded of them.

Dean turned to look over his shoulder. "We're goin' to that warehouse," he said gruffly, but calmly, "and we know you're comin' anyway, so why don't you lead the way?"

Lassiter stared, contemplating the man's words. Juliet made his decision for him by opening the passenger side door to his car and looking back at him. He sighed and headed for his car, not even scolding Gus or Henry when they got into Henry's truck to follow.

Before they headed out, Lassiter vaguely heard Henry's question to Gus.

"Who the hell are those guys?"