Shawn!" Shawn heard someone call, and a fruity scent drifted towards his nose before someone crashed into him, giving him a hug. "Are you okay?" Juliet asked and Shawn felt her pull away, probably looking him over for wounds.

"Yeah," he replied softly. "My dad managed to push me and Gus out of the truck." He recalled feeling the truck rock and his dad's weight slam into his side. He felt the breeze when the passenger door was thrown open, the sensation of falling, and pain as he collided with the ground. It had happened so fast, and whoever had been shooting at them was gone by the time the small group got their bearings.

"Are you two okay?" Juliet asked no doubt directing the question at Gus and Henry.

"Fine," Gus said, his voice shaking.

"Please tell me there are traffic cams in the area?" Henry questioned either ignoring Juliet's question or nodding his head in confirmation.

"I already have McNab on it," Lassiter replied. "What happened?"

"A white, Dodge Ram van drove past, opened fire on my truck, nearly killed Shawn, Gus, and I, and then took off that way." Shawn was certain his dad pointed towards the direction the van had disappeared.

"We're going to need a statement," Lassiter stated probably looking between each guy. "Starting with what the hell you three were doing here."

"Lassie, isn't it obvious? I sensed you two were heading here, and we wanted to get a head start," Shawn replied flashing a smile Lassie's way. Or he hoped it was Lassiter's way; he was following the smell of gunpowder and lead.

"Shawn, I thought you said you were going home," Juliet said in a disapproving, yet not surprised tone.

"We were, but the vision hit and we had to come here. My dad was going to call you when the van showed up. We think A…" he trailed off, his right hand automatically going to the side of his head. "Abby? Addy?"

"Annie?" Juliet supplied helpfully.

"Yes," Shawn exclaimed snapping his fingers, pointing at her, his finger lightly knocking into her nose. "The spirits think she might know something."

"I guess we could check it out," Jules said after a few moments of silence. Shawn thought he heard Lassie sigh in protest. "But you need to go home. Let us take care of this, please."

Shawn opened his mouth to protest, but his father beat him to the punch. "She's right Shawn," Henry said, the underlying 'remember what you promised' loud and clear to the younger man's ears. Something dangerous had happened; they had to let the cops take over.

Though, his dad had to sleep sometime, and what Henry didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So, Shawn relented and accepted the ride a uniform offered-after giving their statements-while Lassiter and Juliet followed the Annie lead.

Shawn knocked into Lassie as he walked past him, apologizing with a small smile, and continued to follow his dad as Gus' phone rang.

"Hello?" Gus answered after the second ring. There was a frown in his voice when he repeated, "Hello?" He made a 'Humph' sound before hanging the phone up. "Must have been the wrong number," he muttered as they got into the back of the squad car.

Shawn carefully removed his friend's phone from his pocket. He blamed it on several years of friendship, and not his memory, that he knew exactly which pocket Gus kept his phone. "Yeah, it must have."

Psych

The officer dropped Henry, Gus, and Shawn off at the older man's house. Spencer senior thanked the officer before leading the two younger guys towards the house.

"Are you sure you two are okay?" Henry asked glancing back at his son and his friend. Lingering worry pulsed through his veins. His son could have been hit; Gus could have been hit, and for what? Why was this mysterious van trying to kill them? The only explanation Henry could think of was they were getting too close.

"We're fine, Dad," Shawn replied as his father unlocked the front door. Henry couldn't help noticing his son's attitude. He expected Shawn to put up some sort of fight, but he seemed to have accepted not being able to work the case with no problems. Something was up, Henry just knew it.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?" the older man asked both younger guys.

"I'm fine," Shawn muttered walking towards the couch, avoiding the end table.

"Do you have any more of those lemon squares from Tuesday night?" Gus asked curiously. Henry nodded, heading into the kitchen, Gus on his heels.

"Do you think Shawn gave up a little too easily?" Henry questioned softly as he dug into his fridge, grabbing a Tupperware container.

"Now that I think about it," Gus started digging into the container the moment Henry set it down. "You think he has something planned?"

"It's Shawn, when doesn't he have something planned?"

"I could talk to him," Gus suggested around a big bite of lemon square. His eyes were half closed and a barely suppressed groan of happiness escaped his lips.

"I'll do it," Henry responded shaking his head, a smirk on his face. "You just enjoy your squares."

"Mr. Spencer, these would be my last meal when I inevitably get put on death row because of Shawn," Burton informed the oldest Spencer as he left the kitchen. Henry just nodded and continued into the empty living room.

"Damn it," he hissed. Shawn was gone.

Psych

"His hunch was absolutely unhelpful," Lassiter's annoyed voice said.

"You mean vision?" Juliet replied and Shawn smiled slightly. She usually took his side with the whole 'psychic' thing no matter how many times Lassiter tried to discourage her.

"She's not even…"

"Carlton."

"Come on." Shawn heard two car doors open and muffled footsteps as the two cops moved across a lawn. He could also hear the traffic outside his cab and the cabbie's radio, but he was trying his hardest to tune them out.

"Annie?" Juliet's voice asked carefully. "Are you Annie?"

"Yeah, why?" Smoker's voice replied suspiciously.

"I'm Detective Lassiter, this is my partner O'Hara. We need to ask you a couple of questions regarding the murder of…"

"I didn't kill that man last night. And I didn't kill Sam this morning," Annie cut Lassiter off, sounding appalled that they could even be suggesting she had anything to do with those murders. Or she could have just been appalled that Lassie was in her presence. Shawn couldn't be sure.

"Were you with either victim before they were killed?" Juliet questioned and Shawn heard Annie scoff.

"You either answer our questions now or down at the station," Lassiter said impatiently. "Were you with either victim before they died?"

"No, I wasn't."

"What size shoes do you wear?" Lassie pressed, ignoring her answer. For the first time, Shawn was glad for Lassiter's pushiness. He had caught something in her voice that suggested she was lying.

"What does that…?"

"Just answer the question." Shawn whispered just as Lassiter said, "Just answer the question."

"Ten why?"

"We found shoeprints at both scenes, size ten," Lassiter said slowly, triumphantly.

"Oh, Lassie, now you're just being cocky," Shawn murmured, no doubt getting a weird look from the cabbie.

"I didn't have anything…" Annie sighed heavily, trying to calm herself down, and finally said, "I didn't have anything to do with anyone's death. Sam and I would hook up on occasion and I've never seen the other man before in my life. Or if I did, it was for a second when I handed him his keys back. Why would I kill either one?"

Shawn tuned out the rest of the conversation, thinking about what Annie had just said. If she hadn't killed Sam or the first victim, maybe someone she knew did. What about this boyfriend she had broke up with earlier? Unless it was Sam-and a gut feeling told Shawn it wasn't-the cops should be searching for this guy.

Maybe he had seen Annie with Sam or noticed her talking to the first victim. He figured something was happening between the two, and went after both. A crime of passion perhaps, or a moment of insanity; Shawn had to get to Psych and call Lassie and Jules. Then he could get his phone back like nothing had happened. Though now he could also brag to Gus about getting away with 'bugging' Lassiter.

The cabbie had pulled up to Psych a few moments later-or Shawn hoped he pulled up to Psych-and the faux-psychic got out. When the cabbie gave him the total, Shawn didn't respond right away. He was trying to recreate his wallet in his mind.

He had his id and a Sizzler's gift card in one pocket and one of Gus's business cards and a Psych business card in the other. There were three pictures of him and Gus, one of him and Jules, and one of Lassie with 'Go Away Spencer' written on the back, each one in those plastic pockets pictures go into.

He tried to recall what kind of cash he had in the bigger pocket. If he remembered correctly (and this was him, so it was a safe bet he did) he had six twenties, a ten, and a coupon for 'buy one, get one free at any Baskin Robbins.' He handed over forty of that and then said, "If I accidently slipped in the coupon, it expires in three days."

"You didn't," the cabbie replied and drove away.

"Good," Shawn muttered before heading towards Psych's doors.

He fumbled with his keys for a moment, using his memory to recall which went to the door. He used his fingers to feel along the edge of the keys, finally finding the one he needed. He went to unlock the door, but he easily swung open when his hand rested on the knob.

His hand automatically griped the cell phone in his hand, wondering if Lassiter would hear him if he yelled something, but was distracted by the smell. He knew that smell.

"Hello?" he called stepping further into the office. "Are you here to threaten me?" he continued, raising his voice, letting his free hand dart around the room in search of a weapon. It wouldn't do him much good since he couldn't see, but it'd make him feel better.

"Because if you are, at least let me buy you an ice cream first," Shawn said feeling his hand wrap around an umbrella. "I even have a coupon. Though, you can only have one scoop. It's a huge downside, I know, but look on the bright side, they have over 1000 flavors.

"Though, that's also a downside. How do you choose just one?" Shawn slipped the cell phone into his pocket, speaking louder in hopes that Lassiter or Jules would hear him. "I prefer their pineapple flavor. Gus disagrees; he thinks their coconut is better. But who the hell likes coconut?"

Shawn was beginning to think he was alone, but the floor creaked. He whirled towards the sound, listening hard, and picking up a slight gust of air leaving someone's lips. "I haven't ever been a fan of coconut," he said even louder, knowing Lassie should be able to hear him now. "Though, the ice cream truck that parks outside Psych serves delicious chocolate chunk. That would have to be my second favorite, chocolate…"

He trailed off when the floorboards creaked behind him. He had enough time to swing around before he was grabbed from both sides.

Psych

Lassiter and Juliet were just leaving Annie's house when Carlton heard Spencer's voice. At first, he actually thought the 'psychic' was lurking around, but a quick check told Lassiter he was wrong.

"What?" Juliet asked giving him a worried look.

"Nothing," Carlton replied getting into the car.

He started the Crown Vic and began driving. It was quiet for a few minutes, but he once again heard Spencer's voice. Clear as day he said, "Hello?"

"Spencer?" Lassiter glanced in the back seat, expecting to see the younger man.

"Carlton, Shawn isn't here," Juliet said softly.

"I…" he knew Shawn wasn't there. An officer had taken him, his father, and Guster home. So why was he hearing Shawn's voice?

"Are you here to threaten me?" Spencer's voice asked curiously. Lassiter must be going crazy if he was hearing Shawn's voice. Fantastic, Spencer has finally won.

"Because, if you are, at least let me buy you an ice cream first," Shawn continued, his voice even. "I even have a coupon. Though, you can only have one scoop. It's a huge downside, I know, but look on the bright side, they have over 1000 flavors.

"Though, that's also a downside. How do you choose just one?"

"Shawn?" Juliet looked around, finally hearing the voice.

"I prefer their pineapple flavor. Gus disagrees; he thinks their coconut is better. But who the hell likes coconut?"

O'Hara's eyes zeroed in on Lassiter's jacket, and without permission she reached in and pulled out an iPhone with a green, Psych cover on the back.

"What the…?" Lassiter trailed off when Shawn continued, "Though, the ice cream truck that parks outside Psych serves delicious chocolate chunk. That would have to be my second favorite, chocolate…"

"Spencer," Lassiter growled, but was once again cut off when he heard the sound of a fight.

"Get to Psych," Juliet snapped flicking the siren on. She was already on her phone, no doubt calling Henry to tell him about Shawn.

Lassiter went about fifteen miles over the speed limit, reaching Psych in record time. Juliet was out of the car seconds before the Crown Vic came to a stop. She sprinted towards the front door, Lassiter steps behind her, but they found nothing but the door wide open, a trashed office, and Guster's cell phone lying on the floor in pieces.

Psych

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