-Frustrated-

-Frustrated-

Carlton came back from refilling his coffee to find Shawn sitting on his desk. Not only that, but his case files, which he had just organized into very neat piles, were all in one large, messy pile in his desk chair. Carlton sighed, he did not have time for this.

"I really do not have dime for this Spencer."

Shawn was sitting cross-legged, with his hands on his knees and his eyes closed.

"Om."

"Spencer."

"Om."

"Get off my desk."

"Om."

Carlton was getting fed up.

He leaned over his desk, pointed his finger in Shawn's face and, in a low voice, said, "I do not have time for your antics today Spencer, nor do I ever. Now get off my desk."

Carlton was about to straighten up when Shawn shivered and his eyes snapped open. He froze at the look in the psychic's eyes. They stared at each other for a while, Carlton wasn't sure how ling. Then Shawn grinned mischievously.

"Om."