Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or Percy Jackson. They belong to their respective owners.

Shawn POV

Shawn made sure the girl was fast asleep before doing his research. Making sure Enrique was by his laptop, Shawn typed in 'Hades' in the Google search bar. Once the page loaded, he clicked on the first link- a Wikipedia page.

"'Hades'," Shawn read keeping his voice quiet, "'was the ancient Greek god of the underworld-'"

"You're looking up Hades?" Gus asked, "Shawn, I know all about the Greek gods. For example, Hades ruled the underworld because he picked the shortest straw from his brother Zeus and Poseidon. Poseidon got the sea and Zeus ruled over all the gods in the sky. Hades was said to be torment souls of those of the damned and let those who lived on the world- hero demigods mostly- and did good things with their lives go to the Field of Elysium. It was pretty much a paradise."

Shawn gave Gus a blank stare.

Gus gave an exasperated sigh, "Hades is the equivalent to Hell."

"Freedom! Thank gods! Hades, tie me up on the roof next time!"

"So, Attie pretty much said Hades to cover up a curse?" Shawn asked as he scrolled down the Wiki page.

"I guess," Gus shrugged.

A word caught Shawn's eye, "Demigod?"

"A demigod was a person or child who was half god and have mortal. Usually the gods would go around and 'hook up' with a mortal- either man or woman." Gus explained as he stood next to Shawn to read the page.

"Huh. Anything useful you can tell me?" Shawn asked in a monotone voice.

Gus glared at Shawn, "Shut it Shawn. In seventh grade, when we learned about the Greek gods, I always wanted to be a child of Athena- the wisdom goddess. Unfortunately, I didn't have the gray eyes that her children were born with, so that fantasy was let down."

Shawn had a flashback to the crime scene.

"It's just..." Attie shook her head, "she has gray eyes."

"Like that woman," Shawn mumbled. "The victim."

"Yea- but Shawn, a lot of people have gray eyes. From white people to Chinese to blacks," Gus explained.

"Maybe she's a demigod," Shawn said with a smirk. "I could ask."

"No, Shawn," Gus said strictly. "You are not going to ask Attie if she's a demigod in front of all those people and put her on the spot. Plus, you'll sound stupid."

"I thought you didn't even like her, Gus," Shawn complained. "Besides, all I need to do is see the reaction on her face. That'll be enough."

"Yea," Gus snorted. "She'll look at you like you're crazy. Then you'll be tested, again. Besides, she doesn't have Athena's gray eyes."

"Yea, but didn't all the gods hook up? Weren't there ten?"

"Twelve main Olympians, Shawn," Gus corrected. "But there are hundreds of minor gods. Why do you even want this information? The gods were myths to explain why things happened in the world that people couldn't explain. Before science. Like the sun rising in the morning and falling at night- Apollo was the Greek god who pulled the sun on his chariot causing the sun's cycle. Now, science revealed that-"

"That there's no crazy god on a chariot, pulling the sun across the sky. Yea, I got it Gus."

Gus glared at his friend and turned to look at the closed door where Attie was sleeping on the other side, "We have to sleep in here, don't we?"

"Yup!" Shawn smirked. "Come on, Gussy, we haven't had a sleep over in, like, weeks!"

Gus heaved a huge sigh and looked around the room, his eyes falling on the Furby, "No, way, Shawn. I am not sleeping with that thing in the same room as me."

A mischievous smirk lit up Shawn's face, "Fine. I know where to put it."

Attie POV

Attie knew that the day was going to be difficult as soon as she opened her eyes to see a blue Furby staring straight into her soul. With a scream, Attie wacked the thing so hard it flew to the other side of the room and hit the wall with a thud. Attie blinked repeatedly at the light shining through the Psych window, and she shook her head from the sleepiness.

Shawn came in the room, a stupid little smirk on his face, "Sleep well?"

Instead of letting her temper get the better of her, something that wasn't easy and took about five years to master, she stated, "Fantastical. By the way, was it Enrique? Well, Enrique just learned to fly."

Shawn laughed and picked up a paper before crumbling it into a ball. He turned around and threw it at something behind him, "Come on, Gus! We have to get the autopsy room."

Gus groaned in the other room. In a few seconds, he was stumbling towards the fridge. "Please tell me that was the Furby that hit the wall."

"Yeah," Attie scowled at Shawn.

"You know, you might not be that bad," Gus mumbled sleepily as he filled up a glass of orange juice. Attie took that as a win- maybe they trusted her a little bit more now.

"Do you need to freshen up?" Shawn asked as he poured some cereal in a bowl.

"Just need to brush my hair," She groaned as she got off the couch. Attie stretched her arms out in front of her, giving a content sigh when the satisfying pop was heard.

Her trip to the bathroom barely lasted a minute before she was coming out again. What she found was two grown men wrestling over the carton of milk. She stared at them and marveled how they were so much like her and her brother- besides them not being related and that they were both guys.

Ignoring them, Attie sat back on the couch and wondered about the case. The police knew the victims name, her boyfriend's name, and the gardener's name. Attie, on the other hand, knew all that plus the fact that the woman was a demigod and that it could have been another demigod that killed her or a monster.

Plus there was the whole knife fiasco. Something threw a knife at her face, which meant that something knew that she was there. That was weird, since Attie didn't know that she was going to take a surprise trip to California.

Plenty of monsters would like to kill her, Attie knew. But there were also leftover traitor demigods from Kronos's army. After the gods won, most of the traitors were already defeated but the ones who weren't just ran off. She knew that the gods were looking for them- but… well, California could be a place at least one traitor is hiding out. The woman, Natalie Bact, was too old to be someone who fought in the war and Attie didn't remember seeing her on the battlefield. Then why was she dead? And how did she reach such an old age?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Shawn asked her if she wanted breakfast. Just as he asked, Attie's stomach growled causing both men to laugh, including herself. She settled on eating an apple, which she had to finish quickly in order to leave the Psych office so they could get to the autopsy.

Apparently Lassiter hadn't expected Attie to be tagging along with Shawn and Gus, because he told them that she wasn't permitted to see the body. After Shawn went on some Psychic rant, Lassiter shut him up by letting Attie join them. He made a big show of repeating his rules from the other day, to which she rolled her eyes.

When they joined everyone in the autopsy, Juliet made a beeline to Shawn and whispered something in his ear to which Shawn thanked her for. Attie thought they were cute together. Even if she wasn't a daughter of Aphrodite.

Woody, a large balding man with a creepy smile was the coroner. He stood at the head of the woman, whose body was covered up with a sheet, while Attie, Shawn, Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet all stood around the rest of the body. The victims head was showing, and thanks gods the eyes were closed. She didn't need to see those gray eyes again.

"Well, it was confirmed that she was shot three times," Woody stated. Well, obviously. He pointed to her, "Is she supposed to be here?"

"She's got clearance," Lassiter grumbled. "Now tell us things we don't know."

His gaze lingered on Attie for more than she liked so she glared at the man. Woody snapped his head towards the face of the woman before beginning. "Her name was Natalie Bact," He said as he pulled up an evidence bag with bullets in it. "And there's something really interesting in here."

There was a long pause then Gus said, "Well are you going to show us?"

"Oh, right sorry," Woody took the bullets out, "Theses bullets aren't made with ordinary bullet materials like lead, gliding metal, cupronickel, copper alloys, or steel."

"Then what is it?" Lassiter asked irritably.

"That's the funny part: I'm not completely sure. I did some research on the metal and came across a website from a guy named Frederick Chase. The description in his site matched the description of the bullets," Woody stated.

Oh, wasn't expecting that one. Fredrick Chase was Annabeth's dad- the guy who met Athena. Attie met him a few years back when his daughter was kidnapped by Luke Castellan, the leader of the traitor demigods. He was pretty cool for an old guy and even came to the rescue with a Sopwith Camel plane and shot monsters with massive Celestial Bronze bullets. That guy was a World War I junkie and loved to study weaponry and troop formations.

Attie tried to keep her face neutral when she heard Fredrick Chase's name, but Connor once told her that she had a horrible poker face. Shawn glanced at her quickly, so she shrunk her already slightly wide eyes down and listened to what was happening around her.

"Frederick Chase?" Lassiter asked, "I've heard of him. He does research on World War I; he's got some interesting war stuff I'll give him that."

"Wait!" Woody said, "There's more! I was able to place the metals material as Celestial Bronze."

They were completely Celestial Bronze? And they could see them? But… it's Celestial Bronze! They're mortals; they shouldn't be able to see them! Maybe it's because the woman was shot, and Woody knew there were bullets there… maybe the god that sent her on this freaky trip was allowing them to see through the Mist?

"That metal sounds familiar," Gus mumbled, mostly to himself.

"Celestial bronze?" Lassiter asked, "Let me see those bullets!"

Woody gladly handed over the bullets and it only took Lassiter a glance before he said, "CZ 75 handgun. The most used pistol for governments, militaries, police and security agencies."

Shawn scanned the woman's face before raising his hand, "I have a question regarding the woman's eyes! Were they really gray or just contacts?"

"They were really gray," Woody stated, "Actually the first for me."

Shawn looked at the woman's wrist which was barely visible from under the sheet. He seemed to be able to see enough though, because he went into 'I'm totally a Psychic' mode.

Shawn began shaking his own wrist, his eye tightly closed as if her were in a trance. Gus rolled his eyes at his best friend, something else that confirmed her suspicion that Shawn wasn't Psychic. Lassiter looked up from the woman's face to scowl at the show Shawn was performing.

"Her… wrist," He stated with great difficulty. "There's a… a bruise on her… wrist!"

"That's correct, Shawn," Woody stated happily. He shook his head slightly, "I'll always be impressed. Now, the woman had bruises on her wrist, and after swabbing a sample of the skin, I was able to get some traces of DNA off of it. The man who left it, his name is William Sarto."

Shawn's eyes flashed, "That's the boyfriend!"

Attie remembered the calendar with the date circled for today that said: Bill comes back from New York.

Attie opened her mouth to share her awesome discovery- because she wasn't just being babysat- when Shawn beat her to it. In a much more obnoxious way.

His hand flew to his temple, "Apples? Skyscrapers? Les Misérables?! Giant Christmas trees? Gus, what does it mean?!"

"The blood of angry men?" Lassiter asked.

Attie answered before she knew what she was doing, "New York?"

Shawn opened his eyes and sent a 'tired' smile in her direction, "That's where he's coming from."

"He took a trip to New York?" Gus asked.

"Yeah, and he's coming back today," Attie stated before Shawn could. He sent her an annoyed look, to which she smirked at.

Suddenly, Gus snapped his fingers like a little light bulb just went off in his head, "That's where I've heard it before! Celestial Bronze was the metal forged from Olympus during the Greek era." He looked extremely proud of himself, while Attie's heart was hammering in her chest, but then Gus deflated slightly, "That can't be Celestial Bronze. It doesn't exist."

"Like I said," Woody explained, "I went on Fredrick Chase's website and matched this metal to his description. Maybe the guy's nutso, but I don't know what other metal it could be."

"You're saying," Lassiter stated slowly, his words building up in volume as they went along, "that you're classifying the murder weapon as something used by Greek gods?"

"Demigods," Gus corrected.

Attie cringed at the word. They were getting dangerously close to the truth and she didn't know what to do. She remembered Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Percy ran her through with a sword the first time they met and she asked all these questions to which Percy answered. That's like a big no-no in the Greek world. But there were undying skeletons trying to kill him. Maybe it was the pressure.

"Demigods," Juliet repeated. "Children of a mortal and a god or goddess. What-"

"Irrelevant," Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Listen to yourselves. You're talking about the Greek gods. They never have and never will exist."

If only you knew, Attie thought.

Again, Shawn was looking at her like he wanted to ask something but was banned to do so. She turned towards him and gave him a questioning look, one that said 'can I help you?'. He crinkled his nose and turned back towards the body. What Attie would give to know what he was thinking.

The autopsy room suddenly got very quiet as no one knew what to say. They didn't have many leads… Attie wondered what would happen if she showed the knife to everyone. They might see it, they might not. They might say something about withholding evidence from the police then lock her up. They might think the knife insignificant.

Shawn announced a smoothie break, to which Gus readily agreed and Attie was pretty much dragged to. Lassiter didn't want to be responsible for her and she wasn't allowed to be left alone. It bothered her that Shawn and Gus would rather take a break then help solve the case. Demigod lives were at stake!

Still… Attie hadn't had a smoothie in gods knows how long. So that was why they were walking on the sidewalk in California, sipping different smoothies per person. Pineapple for Shawn, cherry for Gus, and strawberry for Attie.

It was such a nice day in California. The air smelled sweet, not too humid or too hot. A perfectly clear blue sky, the sun shining down on everything. Better than the other day at Camp Half-Blood.

As Attie sipped her smoothie and walked on the sidewalk next to Shawn, she thought about Camp. She was a little home sick, and gods knows why she was sent here alone. What about Percy? Maybe Aphrodite opposed the idea; the goddess of love was literally obsessed with her brother's relationship. Five years and they were finally together. Maybe it was a break for them. And Attie, being a loner with no boyfriend, was just the second option.

She shook those feelings off when she noticed that they were nearing the Psych office. It was then that she noticed that Shawn and Gus had been whispering to each other pretty much the whole time. Well, that's suspicious.

When they entered the office, Shawn walked to the blinds and shut them securely. Gus stood by the middle doorway, his face exasperated as he shook his head. Attie sipped her smoothie.

"Okay, so down to the point: we know you have a secret," Shawn deadpanned.

Attie moved the straw around with her tongue feigning nonchalance, "Oh?"

He scowled slightly, "Yes. I'm not too sure what yet, but I'm close."

"Why don't you ask the spirits?" Attie asked mockingly.

"I did," he stated. "They aren't responding."

"'Cause they don't exist," Attie rolled her eyes. "Listen Shawn, I know you aren't Psychic." As an afterthought she added, "Read me."

Shawn rose an eyebrow, "What?"

"Go on," Attie placed her empty cup, when had she emptied it?, and leveled her gaze on the man. "Read me."

Shawn crossed his arms, "That's not how the spirits work."

She crossed her arms defiantly, "Then you're not a Psychic."

Shawn crossed his arms as well and glared at the girl. Attie increased her glare, surprising Shawn slightly as he took a tiny step back. "Fine."

Her gaze was challenging as Shawn examined her. She wondered what he'd observe. Apparently it was something confusing because he cocked his head to the side and squinted slightly at her hand. Attie marveled how, unless you were looking for it, he kept his face mostly neutral.

He placed a hand on his temple, something Attie was bored of seeing, "You fence."

Allowing a small smile to graze her lips, she shook her head. He'd seen her calloused hands- something that had come with climbing rock walls and training with a sword. He was really close, though.

"Shawn, you look stupid," Gus grumbled.

"Rock climbing," Shawn shot at her.

A tiny nod, but still an unimpressed look on her face. It looked like he really wanted to say something, but a glare from Gus stopped him. Maybe he had his suspects of what she was, but Gus was stopping him from saying it.

"So, this is what I've got: Your full name is Atalanta Jackson. You go to a Camp- a summer camp- where you rock climb, canoe, have arts and crafts, and deal with bullies. You have a brother- a twin brother named Perseus Jackson- and five years ago you and your brother were involved in a kidnapping. You're from New York, with a mom named Sally Jackson and a step-dad named Paul Blowfish. Why you're down here where you have no family relation is beyond me. "

Attie had to admit- that was a little creepy. If she didn't know that Juliet had probably researched her and told Shawn what she had found at the autopsy room, Attie would have believed that he was Psychic.

Shawn had an entirely too smug look on his face, "By the way, Perseus? Who names their kid's Perseus and Atalanta?"

"My mom," Attie stated, a bit insulted. His name was only Perseus after the son of Zeus who actually got a happy ending. She'd named Percy after him in hopes that he would also have a happy ending. Attie's name had been like the mortal who had been really… strong. She was abandoned as a baby, survived in the wild after being raised by bears, and became a hunter. Even after having a tough life, she was still relatively happy and positive. Her mom hoped she could be like that and inherit the moxie. "And I know how you know each of those things."

"Enlighten me."

"Fine," Attie squared her shoulders and looked Shawn in the eye. "For the camp, you looked at my necklace. For the camp activities, those are regular things you would do at a camp. For the rock climbing, you saw my calloused hands. For the kidnapping and personal information thing, I saw you talking to Juliet in the autopsy room. She told you that stuff about my brother and me."

Shawn stared at Attie in newfound interest as Gus face palmed and mumbled something about them being so dead. If Shawn was going to keep up his psychic act, Gus definitely just ruined it.

"Okay," Shawn stated slowly, almost casually. But Attie saw otherwise. He was freaking out on the inside. "Maybe you're right."

Gus's head snapped up, "Shawn!"

"Maybe I'm not psychic," Shawn continued.

Really? That's his big reveal?

"I know," She said slowly.

"You won't tell?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Seventeen."

"Sixteen," She corrected. "I won't tattle."

For some reason, Shawn and even Gus took her word for it. She'd heard from many campers about how trustworthy she and her brother looked, how you could look trustworthy, Attie didn't know, but she never really believed it until now. When two mortals she'd met a day before trusted her with a secret that could be the end of their relatively peaceful lives.

§§§§§§PaGe BrEaK§§§§§§

The next day, Attie had a really close call with her secret.

She'd been gone for about two days officially and stayed at the Psych office for most of the time. The police were stumped and so were Shawn and Gus. They kept saying that there wasn't anything to go on, no clues or anything, so they just had to wait for William to be found.

Being in California wasn't that bad. No monsters even attacked. It was like a small vacation.

So after being absent from Camp, she shouldn't have been surprised when an Iris Message contacted her. Thank the gods that she had been washing her hands in the bathroom when Percy called, or else there would be a lot of explaining to do to Shawn and Gus.

Attie jumped when she heard her brother's harsh whisper from behind. She spun around, a sheepish look on her face, "Hey bro," she stated, mindful of keeping her voice low.

"Hey bro," Percy repeated in a monotone voice. Suddenly, he looked very angry, "Hey bro?! Where the Hades have you been?!"

Attie shushed him frantically, "I'm in California."

"You're where?"

"Uh, California?"

"And why," he said slowly, "in Hades are you in California?!"

"I'm not totally sure," Attie rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "One minute I'm in Camp Half-Blood's woods, and then next I'm transported into some Psychic Detectives car. It's a long story."

"Please, go ahead."

Attie looked at the bathroom door, a weird feeling someone was listening. She lowered her voice, "Perce, I'll tell you when I come back. I have to go, but I'm fine. Seriously, I'll be fine. The case might take a few days though. Just don't call- I'm with a couple of mortals."

Attie slashed through the Iris Message so she wouldn't have to answer Percy's surprised 'wait, case?' exclamation.

Finishing up in the bathroom, Attie came out to see Shawn and Gus arguing about the Furby that mysteriously disappeared. Attie and Gus may or may not have been the cause of it.