"Those were good churros," Shawn finally decided, rubbing his belly, as they walked up to the psych office, the sky already dark. "Crunchy, doghnutty Spanish goodness."

"I hear that!" Gus agreed, opening the door and walking inside. Shawn followed, stopping only to straighten the lodge painting of him on the wall.

"We need to find out more about that painting," Shawn stated, turning his attention back to the case. "Something tells me it's important."

"I'll get Googling," Gus replied as he opened the interior door into their office.

"You should remember to lock your doors Shawn," a voice came from the couch as Gus flicked on the lights. Both Shawn and Gus let out a high pitched girly scream at the threatening looking man sitting comfortably on the couch. "Geeze," the man swore; the noise was painful on his unsuspecting eardrums.

"You should remember not to sneak up on people! Damn you and your ninja training," Shawn replied as he realised who the man was.

"You know him?" Gus asked, still slightly scared.

"Gus, this is my cousin Eliot. Eliot this is my business partner Gus," Shawn said quickly.

"What? Cousin?" Gus began then paused before he grabbed Shawn's arm and turned him around. "Is this your cousin Eliot the guy who used to work for the government as a hitman? The one that's wanted in numerous jurisdictions? The one who could probably kill us and leave no trace? " Gus whispered, not so quietly.

At that moment, Eliot considered going down the whole 'I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you' route but decided against it, knowing that his cousin linked everything he could to some sort of film, which would likely drive the hitter even more crazy.

"Yup, that's the one," Shawn whispered back. "He's also the one who saved us from being beat up by Josh Cullman in the third grade," he added then turned back around to face the hitter. "So, oh cousin of mine, what can I do for you?" Shawn asked, taking the lounge seat opposite the hitter.

"What were you doing at the gallery the other day?" Eliot enquired, cutting straight to the point.

"Why?" Shawn asked suspiciously; Eliot raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms threateningly. "We were there checking out the security; it has the same system as another case we were working on," the psychic conceded.

"And still haven't gotten paid for," Gus added.

"Does this have something to do with our murdered curator?" Shawn asked.

"Oh my gosh you killed him!" Gus exclaimed leaping back behind his desk in the hopes that it would protect him; like it would.

"No," Eliot replied. "I didn't kill him; I only got in this morning he died two days ago."

"Which is exactly what the guy who did it would say," Gus replied, holding up his two-hole punch as some sort of attempted weapon.

"Actually you should use the three hole punch," Eliot suggested; Gus raised his brow and picked up the other puncher with his free hand.

"Why? Is a three hole puncher more deadly?" Shawn asked eagerly.

"Nah, he just looks funnier with a three hole punch," Eliot grinned. Shawn took an observing stare at his friend and shrugged; he couldn't disagree.

"You do kinda look ridiculous…"

"Shawn!" Gus yelled.

"So what can you tell me about the curator? How'd he die?" Eliot asked

"He was killed two days ago in his hotel room," Shawn stated.

"I knew that already."

"Uh, Shawn, do you really think we should be discussing an ongoing investigation with a wanted criminal?"

"It's Eliot, Gus. You know how cool he is? With his ninja skills and lurking abilities. He's like a real live Jason Bourne," Shawn pleaded.

"Really Shawn? We're gonna do the Jason Bourne thing again?"

"Shawn!" Eliot pressed.

"Uh, I'm sensing he was stabbed," Shawn began, placing one hand to his temple while flourishing the other hand over his chest. "Over and over," he continued as he made a stabbing motion into his own heart.

"Cut it Shawn, I know you're not psychic," Eliot interrupted.

"Oh," Shawn said, rather disappointingly. "But I had the theatrics going and everything."

"Do you have any leads?" Eliot asked, getting back to the point. Shawn placed his hand back on his temple. "Shawn!"

"Right," the psychic said, lowering his hand quickly. "The 'interim curator'; Georgia Myers."

"She didn't do it," the hitter said firmly.

"Which is something the killer would know," Gus said quietly as he tried not to move his lips.

"Are you sure? Something was seriously off with her," Shawn stated.

"She's part of my team," Eliot stated.

"Team?" Shawn asked excitedly. "You mean there's more of you? You know what that means? That means this isn't Jason Bourne this is Mission Impossible!"

"Okay that is kinda cool," Gus agreed, lowering the hole punchers slightly before he rose them again quickly. "But team doing what?" he questioned suspiciously.

Eliot sighed; this was more exasperating that he had thought it would be.

"We're thieves," he began but moved on quickly knowing that they would try and interject to ask a question or reference some eighties movie. "We con and steal from people who rip other people off; take advantage of people who can't defend themselves. We make sure they can't do it again and that people get back what's theirs," he explained; an explanation which finally caused the salesman to put down his 'weapons'

"Really?" Shawn asked, his eyes wide with wonder. "That's awesome man! You're like Robin Hood meets the A Team meets Ocean's 11!"

Eliot allowed a grin to slip from his mouth; he would have to file that explanation away for later.

"Wait? There aren't 11 of you are there? Because that would just be uncanny!"

"Five," Eliot replied. "There are five of us."

"Eliot's five?" Gus suggested.

"Nate's," the hitter corrected; both men looked at him in confusion. "The mastermind, Robin Hood, Ocean, Hannibal, whoever; his name is Nate."

"Nate's five?" Shawn said unsurely. "Now that just sounds, not good."

"Leverage Incorporated; that's what we're called."

"Leverage Incorporated," Shawn repeated, trying out the title in his mouth. "So whaddya need?"

"You're help," Eliot said simply.

"That depends, do I get a cool nickname?" Shawn proposed. "Or cool gadgets?"

"Or paid," Gus added. "'Cause we still haven't gotten paid for that last one."

Eliot pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I need you to do what I say; that's it."

"Lame! Use my skills man!" Shawn replied and Eliot gave him one of his patented 'don't mess with me looks'. "Or, I could do what you say, that works too," he conceded. "Do I at least get to meet the rest of the team?"

"If all goes according to plan," Eliot stated and both Shawn's and Gus' eyes widened with excitement. "No." The expression on the two Santa Barbara locals' faces dropped immediately

"Come on man!" Shawn complained once more.

Then, Eliot had an idea.

"You wanna help?" the hitter asked, tossing his cousin his phone. "Get the curator out of custody."

"Really?" Shawn asked in disbelief. "But I had a vision and everything; I had a whole vibration thing going on. You can't just unvision something."

"You're not psychic," Eliot stated, giving the man one of his 'do it or die' stares.

Shawn rolled his head as he dialled Juliet's number.

"Jules!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Shawn," Juliet replied. "Where were you? I was waiting for you for the interrogation."

"Yeah, sorry; we got distracted by churros but that's neither here nor there.I have had a revelation. Turns out my vibrations were wrong; Miss Myers is not our culprit."

"We know that already."

"You do?"

"Yes, we found it out in the interrogation."

"Huh, any leads?"

"No such luck I'm afraid," the detective replied, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"No, well then I suppose I had better go and divine something for you. Well, talk to you later," the man hung up his phone and clapped his hands together. "Who's brilliant? Me, because your colleague has been released from police custody."

"Really?" both Eliot and Gus asked in disbelief.

"Yes really!"

Eliot rolled his eyes, reached in his pocket and pulled out his comm.

"Sophie outta custody yet? Painful," Eliot stated causing him to receive confused stares from Gus and Shawn.

"Uh, Shawn? Who's he talking to?" Gus queried. "More importantly, is he even talking to someone or are we in a room with a schizophrenic murderer?"

"I think he's talking on some sort of earwig thing?" Shawn guessed trying to ascertain, in his memories, what his cousin placed in his ears. "Which means we're crossing over into Bond territory!"

"How'd she get out? Much as I hate to admit it, the latter," Eliot continued.

"I don't think there's even a movie which fits this scenario Shawn!" Gus replied, joining in on the excitement.

"Dude! This is gonna be awesome!"

As usual, thanks for reading, following and for the fabulous reviews... more of which are always welcome.

New chapter up, sat ish, if I have it finished so I apologise in advance if it's late.

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