"Carlton," Juliet said excited about the breakthrough in the case. She explained what had happened to him. She expected him to come down to the station to make the arrest himself, but he hung up before even asking if she'd done that yet. She turned to Shawn and Gus who were celebrating their latest case by building a tower out of Lassiter's case files on his desk. "That was weird….." She said looking at her phone.
"What's weird?" Gus said carefully placing a blue colored folder on the stack.
"Lassiter didn't even want to make the arrest." She said. Shawn was about to place the next folder on the pile, but slipped and spilled all the files on the floor.
"Didn't want to make the arrest?" Gus said helping Shawn pick up the files. "That is weird." Gus said. "Usually he wants to make an arrest before even investigating the case." O'Hara nodded in agreement. Shawn didn't say anything he was looking through a file that was in a different kind of folder then the rest of them.
"What's that?" Juliet asked.
"The answer to why Lassie has been so off lately." Shawn said. "Divorce papers, new ones dated last week."
"I thought things were going ok with his wife." Gus said. "Didn't he make fancy dinner reservations for tomorrow night?" Shawn nodded.
"You know our Lassie. He never wants to give up on anything."
Sam spent his afternoon waiting for Ziggy to get back with the phone records. He also went to the jewelry store and bought a necklace for Lassiter's wife. If he was supposed to be saving this marriage he knew he would have to make a good impression. He was at Lassiter's apartment trying to find pictures of his wife when Al appeared.
"Sam you were right, Shawn tried to call O'Hara six times while he was at the camp." He said. "There's no reason she wouldn't have answered her phone in the records though." Sam sighed.
"Alright, I just think I can save both Shawn and Lassiter's marriage." Sam said. He left for the station.
Sam made it through the door of the station and was almost to his desk when a voice made him stop in his tracks.
"Detective Lassiter, I'd like to see you in my office please." Sam turned to see a woman with short hair standing outside of an office with her hand on her hip. She didn't look happy. Sam slowly walked over to her and noticed a nameplate on the desk that read 'Chief Karen Vick'. "O'Hara just informed me that you left a crime scene in the middle of an investigation." The chief said once she had closed the door. Sam opened his mouth to object, but the chief continued. "She also said you seemed distracted and on top of that you missed the briefing this morning. Is everything alright Carlton?" her voice went from a scolding tone to one of concern. Sam nodded trying to act nonchalant.
"Everything's fine, I'm just not feeling like myself today." He said knowing at least that was a half truth. The chief looked at him as if trying to see if he was telling the truth.
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again." She said and then excused him.
Sam nodded and then he went looking for Shawn. McNab stuttered that Shawn and Gus had left earlier. Sam tried calling their phones, but there was no answer. Sam sighed and decided to wait until the morning.
Sam made it to the psych office the next morning as Shawn and Gus were packing up the blue car that Gus drove.
"Spencer!" Sam yelled to get his attention. Shawn looked up and got a puzzled look on his face.
"What's cookin' Lassifrass?" He asked.
"You didn't answer your phone last night when I called." Sam said. Shawn shrugged.
"Gus and I were in an epic battle of DDR followed by Tivo'd episodes of So You Think You Can Dance?"
"Are you guys heading out to Camp Tikihama?" Sam asked changing the subject. Shawn gave Gus a funny look.
"Actually yes, we were just leaving." Gus said.
"Please, don't go out there." Sam said hoping that Shawn might listen. Shawn laughed a little.
"Why, what's going to happen at Camp Tikihama besides bad flash backs of Rick Astley paper mache?"
"Just something bad," Sam said not giving any specifics. Shawn laughed a little more.
"What are you psychic too now?" Shawn asked.
"Shawn something bad is going to happen if you go to that camp." Sam reiterated.
"Lassie, of all the weapons housed in the arsenal of your bad-assery we have marksman, great frowny face and finely toned Irish ass, thanks to all those late night runs you post about on your twitter." Shawn said ticking them off on his fingers. "We do not have psychic. That would be where my expertise lies." Shawn said pointing at himself and trying to be cheerful, but Sam could tell he was getting irritated by this point. With that Shawn climbed into the little blue car and the two psychic detectives drove off.
"What was that all about?" Gus asked Shawn as he drove them to Camp Tikihama. "Lassiter feeling concerned for your safety." Shawn shrugged.
"He's been weird since yesterday when he came to work late." They drove for a little while. Gus thought about things and then said.
"Maybe he was abducted by aliens."
"Aliens Gus? Really?" Shawn said rolling his eyes.
"Think about it. He's not himself, he's being really nice to you and he doesn't seem to be a cop. I mean the only other test we could give him is to see if he could shoot a gun."
"Or maybe we could stab him with a stake and see if he's a vampire, the Dracula kind not the sparkly ones from that movie with the kid who played Harry Potter." Shawn said.
"Twilight Shawn and that kid didn't play Harry Potter he was just in the Harry Potter movie." Gus corrected him. They proceeded to argue about Harry Potter the rest of the way to the camp and Gus' theory about aliens was forgotten.