For clarification, this takes place in between Season 6 and 7. The date starting May 4, but the whole problem begins in early December, which we will get to later. In the present everything is AFTER May 5th. Hope this isn't confusing. -SPOLIER- since we don't know if Henry survives after getting shot or not, for now he won't be in this story. I may mention him, but that'll be it.

Chapter 3

Flashback: May 5th 2012

9:14 am

"...police are currently questioning people in the area about last nights events, but at last we heard they don't have anything to go on. SBPD Head Detective Carlton Lassiter is the one calling the shots. Here he comes now."

"A body was discovered this morning between the hours of 4 and 6 by a homeless man. The victim, a male in his 40s to early 50's, was shot at close range, multiple times on the left side of his chest." the detective paused for only a moment before continuing. "As of right now, we don't have a suspect. But mark my words we will bring-"

"Whoaaaaaa," a cry sounded. Everyone with cameras and mics turned to the noise wondering what was going on.

"Ninja turtle, doughnut holes, American cheese, no," the man stopped and raised a fist in the air, gasping as he did. "Cheese? Sweden cheese?" he looked at his friend, who shook his head no. "Swiss?" the friend nodded with a small smile on his face. The one making a scene wispered a "Thanks, Gus," before going on.

"What does cheese have to do with this, hi Lassie, horrific crime?"

"Get out of here, Spencer," Lassiter said, but the man didn't budge.

"And you are, sir?" one of the news crew asked.

"Shawn Spencer, head psychic detective of the SBPD. And this," he motioned to his friend who seemed to not want any part of this, "is Yo-men Golestine."

"And both men were just now leaving. McNab! Get them outta here," Lassiter yelled.

"but I haven't told them about what this is really about!" but Shawn's cries feel on deaf ears. "Lassie!"

"Sorry, guys. You need to go," McNab said with a small frown on his own face. The two men turned around and began walking down the street away from the crowd and movie theater.

"You think they'll find out what we did before that guy got shot?" Gus questioned in a low voice.

"I don't know, buddy." Shawn answered. "If they don't then we'll have to tell them. Before we end up like that guy back there.

End Flashback: 2 Days Ago

Burton Guster was in the Psych office early that morning, not having slept a wink last night. His neighbor was renovating their house and decided that using a buzz-saw was a good idea at 2 in the morning.

Pouring him self a cup of coffee, Gus sat down at his desk and opened his email where he saw he had 1 unread that was entitled "HELP ME!". He was taken aback at first and was about to open it when Shawn came through the door holding a box of doughnuts, his mouth seemingly full with the glazed treat.

After swallowing what was in his mouth, and taking a swig of his orange juice, Shawn sat the doughnuts down on the table and held up two small sheets of paper while pasting a huge grin on his face.

"What are these?" Gus asked his friend while closing the internet window he was just on.

"These," Shawn pointed to the object in his hands, "are two tickets to the midnight showing of The Avengers on Friday, buddy!"

"no way!" Gus exclaimed. "I looked and all the showings in Santa Barbra were sold out,"

"Well, I know a guy." Shawn said with a look of pure happiness. He wouldn't admit it, but he had been saving up for the tickets since the first trailer came out. He knew Gus had all the comics growing up and when they were 11 years old, Shawn promised him that he would take him to see the midnight showing.

"Man, I can't wait." he replied. "But today I need to finish a paper for our case log and file a few things."

"that's cool. Can you drop me off at the station first?" Shawn asked. "I need the Chief to sign our check for the McRainy case and then I got a date with Jules'."

"Sure thing. Wanna stop for some Jamba Juice?"

"Pineapple-Mango?"

"You know that's right.

-xxx-

Shawn exited out of Chief Vick's office with a now signed check in his hands. He folded it and placed it in his pocket, making a note to have Gus go by the bank later this week. Walking over to Jules' desk, his smile faded when he saw that his girlfriend wasn't ready to go. But was rather surrounded by stacks of files and a phone in-between her shoulder and ear.

He was about to say something about it, but Detective O'Hara held up a finger singling him to be quite for a moment longer. After her call was finished, Jules' hung up the phone and smiled sadly at Shawn.

"What's all this?" Shawn asked as he gestured towards the full desk. "I thought your schedule was clear the rest of the day?"

Juliet sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "It was, but Carlton got a big break in a case and isn't here to work on these files."

"I vote you leave them here for him to sort through and we got get something to eat." Shawn said as he pointed at the door. "c'mon Jules. I've been looking forward to this,"

"I'm sorry, Shawn. But Chief assigned this to me until he gets back." she smiled. "I'll have to take a rain check on our date."

Shawn sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before speaking up. "Its okay. I'll talk to you later." he turned around and left without saying a word, but he could picture the look on Juliet's face as he rounded the corner and headed for the front door of the station.

He walked down the steps until he got to the bottom and wondered what he was going to do now.

Gus was tied up the rest of the day, and it was only 1pm. He decided to to check out the new restaurant on the boardwalk for lunch, before heading back to his place. There wasn't much for him to do until then, so he headed over.

Unknown to him, a figure was watching him very closely.

They were hiding in plain sight, hidden away from the people around them. They took a sip of their drink, and looked up from the newspaper they pretended to be reading. The Psychic Detective walked passed them without even a glance, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

The person had guessed that Shawn would be heading to this spot on the boardwalk. Ads had been popping up everywhere, and they knew how much Shawn loved pineapple, which they place served plenty of drinks with.

Folding up the paper and tucking it under their arms, the turned around and began to walk up the walkway. They felt the butt of the gun as it moved across their lower back and smiled.

It seemed too easy. They could've taken Shawn out right then and there, and not given it a second thought. But they enjoyed a good challenge, and Shawn Spencer proved to be just that.

The time was approaching fast, and everything was in place.

"Soon," they thought and smiled. "Very soon,"

-xxx-

Present

They first thing he noticed was the pounding ache he had in his head. Groaning, he shifted his weight until he was laying flat on his back. He slowly opened his eyes and tried to remember what happened.

Then it all came flooding back.

Groaning again, Shawn moved to sit up, which was awkward because his hands were still cuffed, and glanced around the room. He was in a cell, with a cot, a sink and a toilet. That was it. He looked out the bared window and saw the sun peaking through the clouds, and was brought from his thoughts as he heard a door open and keys jingling.

Chief Vick showed up with Detective Lassiter behind her, a white strip lay across his broken nose.

"Mr. Spencer, come here," Shawn got up and walked over to the bars, not saying a word.

"The evidence we have against you, hit a snag and we have nothing to keep you here." the chief started. "You may go, but, you have to stay in city limits. No excuses." she motioned for Lassiter to unlock and open the cell door, who did so while speaking low enough for no one to hear. Shawn walked out and Lassiter grabbed his wrists and removed his cuffs.

Shawn was going to say something, but the chief had already left and Lassiter was staring daggers at him.

"Listen here, Spencer. You've caused this department a great deal of misery and its only a matter of time before I get you back in these cuffs and lead you down to a real cell." Lassie spat. "You are a disgrace and I will get to the bottom of this. Whether you come out alive or not." he turned around without another word, leaving Shawn alone.

-Scene Break-

Shawn sat on a bench that faced the ocean. The waves lapped against each other before reaching the sandy beach. People walked along the waters edge enjoying the weather and each other and he was so caught up in the scene, that he didn't see the person walking up to him.

They sat down, and Shawn realized he had company.

"Tough day?" they asked. Shawn smiled sadly and looking down to his hands he replied, "Something like that."

"You know its only going to get worse?" Shawn's head snapped up and looked at the person for the first time. A man, around he own age, was seemingly eying him back with a sickly grin. He wore black jeans and a grey shirt, dark sunglasses and a hat.

Shawn jumped up and stared backing away from the man, when he saw Chief Vick, and Detectives Lassiter and O'Hara walking towards him. He looked back at the man and realized that he had a small silver gun pointed at his chest, though he held it low around his waist out of sight.

The party of three was getting closer and Shawn slowly backed away from the crazy man with a gun. He heard Lassie calling out to him, probably something about them having a warrant for his arrest and to stay where he was. But at that moment, he didn't think that was the greatest idea in the world.

Shawn frantically looked around him and took in his surroundings and two options. He could get shot, for a third time, and possibly killed there on the spot if he stayed where he was, or he could make his way over to Lassie, Jules' and the Chief and surrender to the cops for a crime he didn't commit.

The man with the gun was 15 feet away from him now, and Lassiter, O'Hara and Chief Vick were closer to 50 feet out. He picked his third option and stopped in his tracks. He looked to the police and then to the crazed man before he made his choice.

Then he turned around and ran.

I'm sorry this is so late. Be kind and leave me a review? I enjoy reading them. What to you think is going to happen next? Hope you enjoyed it! :)