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"I can't believe this," Casey groaned. "How in God's name..."

"Casey, relax," said Sarah.

"I want you to know something, I was at least forty feet behind her at all times, and never once did I notice her looking at me."

"We understand, and what you need to do is forget about it for now. Detective O'Hara doesn't suspect any of us. What we all need to do is get ready for tonight. Chuck, you will stay with Casey in the van. You remember what the General said, you need to be with either one of us at all times, no matter what happens. Casey, I need to you to be ready to take in Spencer if I get anything out of him."

"Wait wait wait," Chuck interrupted. "So, what happens if Shawn says something and Casey has to go help you attack him or whatever? What do I do?"

"You stay in the van with the door locked and you don't move," Casey answered.

"But I thought the General said-"

"We know what she said, idiot, but Spencer could be dangerous," responded Casey.

Chuck didn't say anything else.

"I need to go back to Burbank and get ready," said Sarah. "You guys can stay here if you want."

They decided that that was what they wanted to do, so Sarah left and Casey and Chuck were left alone in the van. For a few moments, they were silent, until Casey said, "Wanna listen in on Spencer and Guster?"

"Sure," Chuck answered, leaning back and putting his feet up on a panel. Casey shot him a scary look and he slowly put them down.

As Casey turned on the sound to the bug hidden inside the Psych office, they found it to be quiet on the inside. "Well, whaddaya know?" he said. "They finally shut up."

But soon, they heard Shawn sigh. "Well, Gus," he said. "Things are finally starting to look good."

"Don't start with me, Shawn," Gus responded. "I know, you got a hot date and managed to get to the bottom of yet another case. Now, it looks as if they're gonna find Brent Calloway, and if they do you'll win the undying affection of a beautiful girl while as usual, Gus gets absolutely nothing."

"Ah, come on, Gus."

"Don't try to tell me it's not true."

"What about that time when you convinced a bunch of attractive people you were a model? Everybody bought that."

"This is different. I know you have something real with Sarah, or at least I think so. That is what you keep telling me."

"Yeah, but I don't know. I'm kind of getting the feeling that she's hiding something from me, what...I just don't know," he said in an overdramatic way.

"You're reading too much into it. I know, because I'll bet you and Sarah are gonna grow old together and leave old Gus behind, alone and unwanted."

"Ah, Gus, you know I'd never-"

Casey cut the sound. "I'm tired of listening to those losers," he simply stated.

"Should we warn Sarah about what Shawn just said, about the secret thing?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, but I don't think it's anything to be worried about. If he does figure everything out, Walker can defend herself. Trust me, Spencer has not been physically trained. He doesn't even work out."

"How do you know?"

"Are you kidding me? It's obvious. Just like it's obvious you don't work out."

"Thanks, Casey."


That evening, Sarah arrived at the van, all decked out in a beautiful dark purple dress and heels. "You look great, Sarah," Chuck complimented, and she smiled in return.

"Spencer and I are eating at Climbing Vines on Barker Street. You guys follow me. When we get there, drive around to the back," Sarah instructed. "I'm hoping this won't take long. Chuck-"

"Yeah, I know, stay with Casey or in the van with the doors locked," Chuck finished.

Sarah got out of the van and into her car. They followed her to the restaurant; then parked in the alley out back, waiting. The sun set as they listened through the wire Sarah was wearing to her address hosts and waitresses, and finally Shawn as he arrived.

"Hello, Sarah," he greeted.

"Hi, Shawn. I've been looking forward to this all day," she told him. Chuck wanted to throw up.

"Me too," he said.

"Thank you so much, for everything," she said. "Now I know we'll find Brent. I just know it. I know I must have said this, like, a thousand times, but, you're amazing, Shawn Spencer. You're talented, brilliant...sexy..."

Chuck shifted in his chair awkwardly. "Getting a little antsy there, Bartowski?" Asked Casey with a smirk.

He didn't answer.

"Well, Sarah," said Shawn, "I feel as if I've been chosen, selected by a higher power to have my abilities. It's not really me at all. I suppose I was just born this way, really."

Sarah laughed. "Not to mention hilarious. Shawn, I'll be honest, I think I'm in love with you."

Chuck's eyes widened. He swallowed hard.

"The feeling is mutual, Sarah," said Shawn. "You're beautiful a-and sweet, and smart."

"Are we ready to order?" Asked a waitress.

They ordered and continued talking. Sarah reeled Shawn in closer and closer, until finally she made her move. "Shawn, I have to say, I'm getting a vibe from you. I think you're hiding something from me."

"What do you mean?"

"I can tell you've got a big secret, and I like my men to be honest with me."

"W-what do you mean, secrets? I don't have any...secrets. I'm exactly who I saw I am, I mean, why would you ask something like that?"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm going to like you no matter what you say. I've dated men with wild pasts before."

"You know, this is funny, I was going to say the same thing about you. I've been getting something from you all day..."

"Shawn, would you excuse me? I need to run to the ladies' room real quick."

"Sure."

Soon, Chuck and Casey heard Sarah start to whisper, "Casey, there's a man in the restaurant who looks very suspicious. He keeps looking at me and he looks as if he's got a few weapons on him. I need Chuck to get in here and see if he can flash on him. Chuck, he's tall and is wearing a white shirt and black pants. You should see him right away. I think I'm closing in on Shawn, I just need you two to keep this guy out of my way."

"Got it, Walker," said Casey. "All right, Bartowski, you heard her. Let's go."

"Wait a minute, I can't go in there. What if Shawn sees me?"

"Don't let him. Come on."

Casey turned off Sarah's audio and they went out the door into the night. Casey took out his gun as they moved along the side of the restaurant. Chuck pulled up tall, and while Casey waited in the shadow of the restaurant, he eased his way inside, immediately ducking past the hostess and sliding beneath a table. He looked for the man Sarah described but got distracted by the sight of Shawn and Sarah, their faces close, their hands clamped together. He grit his teeth and got back to what he was doing. Finally, he saw the man and immediately flashed.

When it was over, he couldn't believe it. He raced back outside and almost ran into Casey. "That man..." he huffed, "is named David Morris, and he's one of seven participants in Project Cerebrum, the project Shawn was suspected of. Shawn's not a part of it, but Morris is extremely dangerous. We have to get Sarah and Shawn out now."

Without a word, Casey ran back to the van, and by the time they had gotten inside, shots had started to ring out from inside the restaurant.