I laughed at my friend's joke, walking into the police station with a smoothie in hand. "Woody my man!" I said when we walked down to the morg, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Hey guys! Umm... you know drinks aren't allowed," he pointed to the trash can. "Oh come on, woody! It's pineapple mango!" He kept pointing towards the trash can. "I'll give you a sip!" I tried futially. He didn't budge. "Fine." I grabbed Gus' smoothie and set them on the rim of the garbage can, intending to grab them later. I turned around and stood next to the autopsy table. "So whatd' you got?" "Well, not much exept-" There was a crash behind me, like two smoothies were falling into the garbage. "Oh, sorry Spencer. Were those your smoothies? I tripped." Lassiter sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wait. Spencer?" I heard a young canadian voice pipe up. "Which one?" I smiled. "Shawn Spencer." A teen aged girl ran over infront of me, a huge smile on her face. "Shawn! It's been way to long!" "Same here, Six!" Lassiter stared openmouthed at the two of us. "You mean, your related? Not another Spencer. We already have 2 too many!" The chief walked into the morg just then. "Alright. Woody, I expect you to have found something by now. What do you have?"