A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I felt like I just needed to update.

Chapter 3

The boys sat quietly after a vague "psychic vision" as a groan escaped the chief. She sighed softly, fingers rubbing the bridge of her nose. She didn't like it when her detectives lied to her, and just how could they lie about something like this? She looked up, gaze shifting over to Shawn.

"Mr. Spencer, are you sure this is correct? Have the spirits told you where they did end up?" Shawn swallowed and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. He took a deep breath, he hadn't told her all that he had figured out. He found himself wondering how much more he should say.

"No, Chief. The spirits are only telling me that they never made it to that seminar and wherever they ended up, put them in harm's way." He shifted position as Vick looked thoughtful.

Anger welled up in Karen as she thought over the morning with the detectives. The two had come in, Lassiter with his hands in his pockets (which was very odd) where O'Hara had barely been able to stand still and looked like she had been crying.

Karen could remember spotting Lassiter's split lip and had noticed the pained limp he had. She had called him on it; he had lied straight to her face.

"Sorry, Chief. My foot got caught on a tree root in the forest and I tripped. Ended up tumbling down a hill."

O'Hara had quickly agreed, explaining in detail how she had to go down the hill and help him. What would cause her two best officers to out and out lie to her? Just what kind of trouble were they in?

Karen quickly stood up, her feelings in huff. She turned to the two young men before her. She thanked them for their help as she headed for her office door; she had an investigation to conduct.

…P…

Juliet knelt patiently on the floor next to her partner's chair. She watched him unhappily go over his options as he examined his hand. She bit her lip and gave a soft sigh of relief as he stood up.

"Alright, O'Hara. We can go, but, I am not staying." Juliet nodded hurriedly, scrambling to her feet. She tapped her fingers on her thighs, trying to think.

"I'll grab all the info I have on her; you can read it over in the waiting room." She headed towards their work stations when his voice suddenly made her stop.

"O'Hara, actually, you and I need to talk." His low voice made her flinch, "That woman knew who you were. What is your relation to her?" His question made her shrink away from him slightly.

"You owe me this much, O'Hara…"

"No, Carlton. I owe you more." She sighed and pushed her hair out of her eyes, trying not to fidget, "Her name Blair Withers. She was my best friend from cheerleading camp, we both got kicked out together and when the time came we both entered the academy." She could not help herself, she began to fidget with the hem of her suit coat as she confessed softly.

"We graduated, became good cops, and half a year later I booked her drug trafficking charges." The statement made mixed emotions form in Lassiter; he was glad the girl had gone to jail but saddened at the fact that it hurt Juliet so much.

"So, why the nickname and why is she free?"

"We gave each other nicknames when we got kicked out of camp. She called me Switchblade because I looked nice and helpless on a first impression but could become violent fast…" She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, "Her nickname was Siren. She used to hit on everyone but me and had a tongue so silver that she could make almost anyone do what she wanted." She shifted her weight nervously, not liking to talk about her old friend.

"I can only imagine that silver tongue's what got her out of jail early. She should have been there for much longer." She pouted and bit her lip, lost in thought.

"She was asking you about maps, what did she mean?"

"A couple days before I busted her I found some hand written maps scattered all over our apartment. I was angry and suspicious, so I took them. I hid them away with my stuff, meaning to question her about them. Things got extremely confusing in the next couple days and I forgot about the maps. Actually, I haven't even thought about them until she brought them up."

Lassiter's detective's instincts were starting to kick in. He was growing more and more curious about the maps. He was increasingly concerned about what they lead to.

"Do you remember what was on the maps?" He could see her mind trying to remember as he asked the question.

"Unmarked trails. They looked like hand-written treasure maps. Not for the area, I think they were for the forest near here actually but I'm not sure what they lead to."

"Do you still have these maps?"

"They might be somewhere in my things. I don't think I left them behind." Juliet tried desperately to remember where she put them as they neared Lassiter's desk. She watched him organize something on his desk before turning back to her.

"O'Hara, we need to check your and Spencer's living space."

"You said you would go to the hospital." Juliet warned, anxious to get him some help.

"Fine. We'll go after the hospit-!"

"Detectives!" The anger in the chief's voice quickly made the two look up, "My office. Now…!"

…P…

Chief Vick dismissed the Psych team as she reentered her office. The two young men got up from their seats, for once not wanting to refuse her command to leave. As they wordlessly slipped out the door, they passed the two wayward detectives.

Juliet refused to look at them as she nervously watched Vick. Though, Shawn felt his blood run cold at the death glare he received from Lassiter as the man limped by. Lassiter had never used that intense of a glare on the fake psychic before and it kind of hurt.