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Much to Shawn's astonishment, Kate had returned the precinct the around late noon the very next day to take him up on his offer concerning drinks at the bar.

Since she was cleared in interrogation, there was no further leads as of currently in the case. Gus couldn't quite put his finger on it but this woman was giving him a bad vibe.

But of course he didn't dare say anything unless he found it absolutely necessary. Shawn sees the woman approaching him which he couldn't help but smile nearly ear to ear.

"Uh, Ms. Travis.. the spirits told me you'd be coming back, almost like it was meant to be"

Shawn explains with a certain tone while eyes are closed and both hands are pressed together, almost like some kung fu master before a fight, minus the bow-ing.

The woman proceeds to shoot him a bewildered kind of look.

It was never mentioned about Shawn's psychic abilities, (or more so, lack thereof).

"Umm, ooook.. I don't know what kinda supernatural thing I was interrupting.. but in any case, you still up for those drinks?"

She asks then adjusts the strap of her purse on her shoulder. He almost couldn't believe she didn't delve further into the whole 'spirits thing' but he supposed it was probably better off that way.

Seeing as the case had hit a dead end Shawn felt it was no big deal if he went out and spent some time with Travis. He then finally answers the previous question with just two words.

"Hell yeah!"

Gus stands in the shadows shaking his slightly lowered head as though he was in shame of the sight and very idea of Shawn and that woman together, she seemed a bit furtive.

Only problem was Shawn was a tad too love struck to notice or even suspect anything out of the ordinary, it seemed he'd become completely oblivious to the fact she was the only person in the victims home.

The two stopped off at a local bar in the Santa Barbra area, the very same joint Lassiter spilled his guts to Shawn about his agonizing divorce settlement.

Before either one knew it they had finished off two tequila shots , a bottle of Millers and another alcoholic beverage of which they had forgotten the name of. Night had fallen fast by the time they had left.

This all leading up to a combination of laughing hysterically for some unknown reason and a drunken stagger to Spenser's apartment for a little 'fling'.

Within the blink of an eye it was morning and Shawn had finally regained a bit of his consciousness. His head feeling as though it were to explode and legs entangled in the maroon colored bed sheets.

"Oh God..what the hell did I do?"

He thought to himself and glanced over at Katie whom was still asleep, her long wavy charcoal hair draped over the pillows edge.

His eyes scanning the surroundings and the floor below, both pairs of clothing littered the carpet he didn't know where one article of clothing stopped and another began.

His eyes then travels towards the alarm clock on his nightstand. 10:15 am, it read, Shawn's eye's grew bigger.

He jumped out of bed as quickly as his previous numbed legs would carry him.

Katie awoke with a groan and squinted eyes.

"Wha..what are you lookin for?"

She asks drowsily and slightly confused. Shawn's feet danced around the carpet in a haste till he found what he was looking for.

"My pants."