Shawn was playing Need For Speed again.

'You still need some sunlight, Shawn,' Gus said.

Shawn sighed. 'I'm not going outside, Gus,' he said, while turning right with his car.

'I'm just going to stay here, and play Need For Speed.'

'Hello, is there someone?' a girl asked.

A beautiful, Young girl was standing in they're Office.

'Are you Shawn Spencer?' she asked.

'I am, what can I do for you, Miss….'

'Flenderson, Tara Flenderson,' the girl said. 'And I'm here, because I need your help.

Your Psychic, right?'

'Yes, yes I am,' Shawn said. 'But I'm not available for today.'

'N-not?' Tara said. 'But, but, but I really need your help.'

'I already told you, I can't do it, I'm sorry.'

Tara sighed. 'I understand. I'm sorry I bothered you.'

'Shawn! Why did you do that?' Gus said, when Tara had leaved the building.

Shawn sighed. 'I found this inside the house,' he said. He gave Gus a little paper with

Something written on it.

'Do not interfare with this case, Psychic. Or I'll kill that little blond.' Gus readed.

'You understand me now?' Shawn asked.

'I-I-I do,' Gus answered. 'This is horrible.'

'But this was not what Jules saw. What she saw was this.' Shawn gave him a picture

With something greens on it.

'It looks like green blood,' Gus said. 'I-is this the work of Aliens?'

'Ofcourse not, Gus,' Shawn said. 'It's probably just fake.'

Gus sniffed. 'It has a really weird smell,' he said.

'It's just a smell,' Shawn said. 'Enjoy your free day.'

Shawn closed his eyes and falled asleep. But something woke him up.

'Gus, could you take the phone? And put it on Speaker, so I can hear it too.'

Gus did exacly was Shawn told him to do and heard Lassiter's Grumpy voice coming

out the Speaker.

'Spencer, your there?'

'Lassie-Face, what a surprise.'

Lassiter sighed. 'I can't believe that I'm going to say this, but Spencer, I need your

Help.'

'Are there squirrels in your Office again, Lassie?' Shawn asked.

'Don't be ridicilous, Spencer. This is for the Case.'

'T-the Case?' Shawn asked. 'You mean, the Case for the Choked one?'

'Ofcourse that Case,' Lassiter answered. 'Now, are you going to help me, or not?'

Shawn gulped. 'I…. I… I.'

'I need a answer. Now !.'

'I… I'll be there in a few minutes.'

Lassiter said a not so loud "Good", and hang up the phone.

Gus looked confused to Shawn. 'I though you didn't want

'I thought you didn't wanna do this Case,' he said. 'Why did you change your mind?'

'Because Lassie asked me to do,' he answered. 'That's just rare.'

'It is,' Gus said, and smiled. 'I'm actually very happy that you are going to do this,

Shawn.'

'Me too.' Shawn gulped. 'Me too.'

'We should go.' Gus grabbed his key's from his desk and walked to his car.

'Can I drive?' Shawn asked.

'Shawn, this is a Company Car, so I prefer to drive.'

Shawn tried his puppy eyes, but Gus didn't let him drive his car.

Shawn sighed. 'Fine, you drive then.'

'I will,' Gus said.

'Oeh,' Shawn said. 'I have a great idea.'

'What is it, Shawn?' Gus was really curious about it.'

'How about… we split a Pineapple… and eat it!'

Gus' curiosity disappeared. 'That would be nice,' he said.

'Correction,' Shawn said. 'Delicious.'

While he was busy talkin about Delicious Flavour, Shawn got in the car.

Gus, who already started the car, drove away slowly.

'Faster Gus,' Shawn said. 'We can't be late.'

'Sorry Shawn, I can't,' he said. 'I'm already Full Gear.'

'Then Up-Gear,' Shawn said.

'That makes no sense, Shawn,' Gus said.

'It makes a lot of sense,' Shawn said,while eating some Skittles.

'Why do I even try?' Gus said, while stopping the car slowly.

'Lassie !' Shawn shouted.

Lassiter looked behind him. 'Finally, Spencer,' he said, while pulling him out of the

car. 'Follow me.' He walked into the big Santa Barbara Police Department building,

and brought them to his Office.

'So, what can we do for you, Las?' Shawn asked.

'I,' Lassiter said. The words he want to said, came with pain out of his mouth. 'I want

To Hire you.'

'Hire me?'

'Sssst! Not sol oud,' Lassiter said. 'Don't tell anyone.'

'Why not, Lassie-Dude?' Shawn said. 'This is like a fairytale come true. Wait, now

whe can be Shassie, Sharlton… and Spenceter.'

'No,' Lassiter said, while point a finger to him.

'Fine, then whe're not going to help you,' Shawn said, while getting up from his seat.

'Alright alright, you can call me Shassie. But that's it.'

Shawn smiled. 'Dude, you got yourself a Psychic.'