Author's note: I'm sorry this chapter took forever (roughly 6 months) to update. I moved into college! Woo! Going into Psychology…. Not because of this show. I promise. :) Also a double major with Sociology. Enjoy this chapter, I'll be on a new schedule, so I'll be good to go for this whole writing thing. (Ha, apparently not)

Disclaimer: I do not own "Psych". This story does not reflect how I feel about working in a grocery store.

The ride back to Gus' place was quiet. Gus felt uncomfortable having Shawn this silent for this long. Shawn looked bothered, Gus was almost afraid to ask what was running through Shawn's mind. Normally the car rides were filled with discussions of things like, Lassie's ears, pineapples, Juliet, a new movie, Juliet, or most often, Juliet. Gus held his breath for a moment as he decided whether or not to address Shawn. Gus cleared his throat.

"I've noticed that you're not acting like yourself, I can ask an array of questions, but, of course I'm not a doctor, so I can't say for sure, but you might be suffering fro—"

"Murder." Shawn mumbled. "That was cold blooded murder."

"And, you're back to normal…." Gus let out a sigh.

Shawn's voice was rising in volume. "No way would that boy be under those carts. If he's been working there for a while, he would know better."

"Shawn." Gus was fed up with his mood swings. "Accidents happen."

"Not to kids like him." Shawn moved the rearview mirror and started to check his teeth for any remaining pieces of his lunch. "I worked in a grocery store once and I-" Gus cut Shawn off.

"When did you work at a grocery store?" Gus couldn't recall this employment.

"The summer you were at nerd camp." Shawn seemed almost annoyed he was veered off of this thought process.

"It wasn't nerd camp." Gus sat up straight and readjusted the rearview mirror, "It was Tap camp."

"Same thing."

"And it wasn't a summer, Shawn. It was two weeks."

"Again," Shawn tried to bring his reflection back into view, only to have his hand swatted away by Gus. "You say 'Potato'. I say, well, potato too…." Shawn jumped in his seat and held his hands to his head.

"Shawn, you don't have to pull that around me…." Gus was ready to get back to his real work.

Shawn lowered his hands. "No! We need to go back! I need to look around. Something didn't seem right about the whole thing." Shawn twisted around in his seat, as if he could see the grocery store blocks away. "There must be something there Lassie didn't catch."

Gus pulled the Blueberry around in a hurry, ignoring the 'NO U-TURN' sign at the intersection. Normally, it took a lot more convincing to get him to go back to a body, but Gus would do his best to keep Shawn in a good mood. As they headed back to Big Savings, Shawn was spiting out theories, some of them involving fictional characters and physics that seemed a little off.

Shaw walked around the cart corral, looking for some sign of foal play, but the coroner had already taken the body to the morgue, and the crime scene had been cleaned.

"This would be a lot easier if the body was still here," Shawn huffed.

"Well, I'm not complaining. I hate seeing dead people." Gus watched Shawn get down on all fours and crawl around a single cart in the corral.

"Just don't tell that it Bruce Willis..." Shawn joked, and jerked his body upright. "Gus! What's that? By your foot." Shawn was pointing at a small piece of black fabric. Gus bent down and picked it up.

"Shawn," Gus said as he examined the fabric. "It's a wrist brace." Shawn stood up, brushed off his jeans, and walked towards Gus.

"When I worked here, a couple of employees would wear them. You know, the one's who were really into their jobs. Employees like Dylan." Shawn spun around and looked at the car corral. "Why would he be pushing the carts without his wrist brace on? I think we should talk to Dylan's co-workers..."

"That may not happen today, Shawn. It's ten o'clock at night. And an employee just died. The store is closed." Gus said as he walked back towards the car. Shawn stared at the illuminated sign over his head that read "Big Savings: Your Quality Shop" as they pulled out of the parking lot.

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It was Thursday, and the 'Psych' office hadn't had a case in about a week. Shawn was antsy and Gus didn't think that Shawn was completely himself yet.

"Shawn, what's going on with you?" Gus was hoping he was making the right decision by asking.

"Gus." Shawn looked up from his game of 'Yahtzee' he was playing on the coffee table, "You know I always get frustrated with this game." Shawn took the dice back up in the red cup and shook hard. He rolled the dice out onto the table. "Aha! So close to three of a kind…" Shawn stuffed the dice back into the cup and shook hard.

"Shawn." Gus sat down on the couch by the coffee table Shawn was playing on. "Not your dice. You seem," Gus didn't know exactly how to bring it up, "well, not like yourself."

Shawn sat up straight and looked at Gus. He put down the bright red cup and the dice spilled out. "I've been thinking." Gus was surprised at how fast Shawn became serious. "I've been thinking about talking to Jules."

"Shawn, there's no need to act like a teenager. You're dating. You talk to her all the time." It was Gus' turn to try to lighten the mood.

"Gus." Shawn seemed so serious, Gus wasn't sure what to make of it. He'd only Shawn this serious a few times of their lifetime of being friends. "I'm going to tell her the truth."

Gus looked horrified, Shawn didn't need to say anything else. That was not what Gus was expecting to hear from Shawn. Gus was speechless.

"Wow. Shawn," Gus was trying to raddle off some sort of advice. It had been five years since Shawn starting claiming he was Psychic. "That's…." His brain was shouting things like 'Horrible!" and 'The biggest mistake you'll ever make!' But all Gus could say was, "That's admirable."

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

Gus had tried to keep the mood in the Psych office up. Since Shawn had told Gus that he wanted to come clean to Juliet, everything seemed a little different. He didn't make jokes as often, and he seemed to spend more time sitting by himself thinking. Gus wasn't sure if he should attempt to redirect his attention, or try to lure him out of the office for some fun-filled reason. It was Shawn who pulled Gus out of his own train of his daze.

"Hey, Gus! Let's go. Big Savings is letting us interview their employees. I told the owner I was a reporter writing an article on the tragedy of losing Dylan." Shawn looked smug. "And you're my assistant, James Butterfield."

"Really? You couldn't come up with anything better?" Gus couldn't help but feel slightly better about Shawn's mood.

They arrived at Big Savings twenty minutes later to find the owner shuffling them in a small, cramped office. He held out his hand to Shawn. "Dale Greenquest, owner of Big Savings. I am so happy that the newspaper wants to let their readers know how wonderful Dylan truly was."

Shawn shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you Greenquest."

Gus decided to jump right into the 'interview,' "Now, did Dylan work at Big Savings before you bought the store last December?"

Dale Greenquest looked thrown off when his attention was redirected to Gus.

Shawn chuckled, "Oh, this is my assistant, RG Hardcastle." Gus shot him a stern look.