Chapter 3:

It was late at night. Shawn and Gus were examining some stills they had stolen from Lassiter's desk.

"Shawn.." Gus said worriedly.

"Hmm?" Shawn asked, his mouth full of a Doritos Locos taco from Taco Bell.

"Shawn, your girlfriend's the murderer." Gus said, passing Shawn the photos of very obviously Shawna socking the victim, which they later found with a bullet in his skull, in the jaw.

Shawn spit his partially chewed taco all over Gus' desk.

"Shawn!" Gus shouted.

"No, it's not her." Shawn denied.

"Shawn, seriously. Look." Gus commanded, handing Shawn another photo. This one was of her face as she walked away. Surely enough, it was Shawna. Her big hazel eyes, framed by wavy chestnut bangs taunting Shawn, and Shawn could not deny that it was her.

"But... she isn't even one of our suspects! We have no leads!" Shawn protested

"Shawn, we need to turn her in." Gus commanded.

"No." Shawn refused. "Let me talk to her."

"Shawn, you'll get killed! She's a murderer."

"Gus, I can't deny that this is her, but at the same time, there's no way she would do this. I had to coax her out of depression when she accidentally killed a squirrel on the way home one night. She is NOT a murderer."


"Hey, Shawn I got your message, what's wrong?" Shawna said, as she walked in the almost always unlocked door of the agency.

"Gus thinks you're a murderer." Shawn blurted.

"Shawn!" Gus shouted.

"What?" Shawna scoffed, setting her purse, and dance bag by the door.

"We have reason to believe that you murdered this man, Ben Koziak." Gus said, handing her one of the photos of his dead body in the hall right after his death.

"I did not do this." Shawna asserted.

"Well how do you explain this?" Shawn shouted, throwing all the pictures of Shawna at her, but not out of anger, or snide, but out of hurt, and disappointment.

"Crap!" Shawna shouted. "Crap! Crap! Crap! I thought Rusty cut the chords!"

"So you are the murderer!" Gus accused.

"No! I'm not a fricking murderer Gus!" Shawna exclaimed. Shawna sighed.

"Look, that is me, but... You have to sweat you won't tell anyone..." She rambled.

"That depends. If it's a confession to a crime, we are legally bounded to turn you in." Gus spat.

"Gus, let her speak." Shawn reprimanded.

Shawna sighed again. "I work for the department, okay?"

"That explains nothing." Gus interrupted.

"I used to work for the FBI. I ran out of cash and moved down here to Santa Barbara. I had family in town here, but then I realized it would be much safer if I just got a job and they never knew I moved back." Shawna explained.

"That still doesn't explain what you were doing knocking the crap out of our victim." Gus accused.

"Gus, she's a spy." Shawn said matter-of-factly.

"Wait.. what?" Gus asked.

Shawna shrugged her shoulders in a "sorry-it's-true-i'm-not-actually-a-murderer-just-doing-my-job" manner. "Also, he's not a victim. He was the murderer's partner." She said.

"Yes! You're so amazing!" Shawn exclaimed, picking the tiny woman off her feet in a massive hug. "I can't wait to rub all this evidence in Lassiter's face!"

"Shawn! You cannot take this information to Carlton!" Shawna shouted all of a sudden.

"Why not?" Shawn frowned. "And why is he Carlton? His first name is Detective"

"He.. he can't see these pictures of me." She stuttered. "And you stole that from The Avengers, idiot."

"Why not?" Shawn said again.

"Remember how I told you I had family in Santa Barbara that I didn't want to know I was here..." Shawna started.

"No." Shawn said.

"Carlton..."

"No. No. NO!" Shawn interrupted.

"Is my brother..."