Shawn was surprised how easily Henry had let him go. No phone calls, no turning up at his apartment or office demanding an explanation, he hadn't seen or heard from his dad in over two weeks. Unfortunately he hadn't be able to avoid Nick seeing as he worked at the police station and Shawn couldn't get paid if he didn't go there and overhear enough of a case to get himself put on it.

He and Gus had already finished off a couple of short easy cases and were now ploughing there way through a new case, the murder of a prominent businessman's trophy wife. For the first time in two weeks Shawn was completely stuck and was resisting the urge to ask his dad for help. How could he possible be a private detective he was constantly running to his dad for help?

Shawn shook his head, "I don't need his help," He told himself.

"What was that?" Shawn turned his head towards the perky blond sitting beside him, practically offering herself up on a platter.

It was the end of a very long day of interviews, crime scenes and running from giant barking guard dogs and all Shawn wanted to do was have a cold beer and then sleep. Gus still hadn't forgiven him for the dog incident after the left leg of his brand new pants got ripped so this blond would have to do as his entertainment for the evening.

"Nothing," He reassured her, "So," He changed the subject quickly, "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a swim instructor," She replied with a flick of her hair.

"Really?" Shawn raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I bet that's rewarding."

"You have no idea," She purred.

Shawn took a gulp of his beer, "So you know first aid?"

She nodded, "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering what I have to do around here to get a little mouth to mouth."

She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes, "What about you?"

"Me? Oh I'm a Psychic Detective."

Her eyes widened, "You're a psychic?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"That is so unbelievably cool," She shrieked. "Go on then….do me!"

Shawn tried not to choke on his drink at her unintentional double entendre, "Okay," He managed to get out. He had gotten used to people asking him to prove his "powers" after telling them what he did, and he wasn't tired of the amazed looks on their faces afterwards.

He scanned her quickly, he recognised her shoes as designer, red enveloped poked out from her open bag on the floor, "You prefer to spend your money on designer shoes rather than paying bills," He began, "You like ballet and butterflies," He added, noticing the charm bracelet on her right wrist, He recalled the memory of her walking into the bar earlier and how he'd watched her walk past him, "You have a tattoo of an angel on the small of your back…and," He said, eyes up her blonde locks, no way could she spend so much time in a swimming pool and not have damaged hair from the chlorine, "You're not a swimming instructor…..I'm guessing daddy's little girl has just stepped out into the big wide world for the first time," Shawn finished.

Her jaw dropped, "How did you…?"

"It's a gift," He shrugged.

Suddenly her demeanour changed as she realised what he had said to her, "Do you insult all the girls with that voodoo?" She asked before sliding off the tool grabbing her back and storming off.

"Or apparently a curse,"

He hadn't really felt like company tonight anyway. He chucked a couple of bills onto the bar where his half finished beer sat and made his way to the exit. He stepped out into the cooler air and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. He looked right down the empty street before looking left. A figure caught his eye and he squinted as the figure walked down the street suspiciously, hands dug into his jacket pockets as he scanned the area to make sure no-one was following him.

"It couldn't be," Shawn said to himself. He followed the figure covertly down the street, and watched as he disappeared down an alley way. Shawn reached the alleyway and peered round the corner. It was! He said to himself. He watched with wide eyes as Nick King met with a shady looking character. They silently shook hands and then Shawn watched as the shady man pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Nick. Nick took it and stuffed it into his own pocket with a nod of his head. It seemed the secret meeting was over as Nick started back to the main street. Before he could be caught out, Shawn ran down the street as fast as possible and dipped into another alley. Peering round the corner he saw Nick walk back down the street the way he had come and disappeared out of sight.

Shawn let out the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding and stepped back onto the street. He didn't know what to do. Did he confront Nick? Maybe it was all innocent and it just looked like a police officer was taking bribes. Did he go to the police? But what would they listen if he accused a police officer or taking bribes. What about talking to his father? But then Shawn didn't think his father would even give him the time of day. He shook his head, trying to avoid the headache that would come with trying to work out what to do.

He walked the five minutes to his apartment and climbed into bed, deciding the best option was to sleep on it. Just as his head hit the pillow there was a knock on his door.

"Not now Gus!" He shouted, "I'll apologise in the morning!" He relaxed when the banging stopped. Shawn groaned as the person knocked on the door again, this time louder.

"Go away!" He shouted. Another bang had him flinging the covers back and stalking to the door, ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of his mind for keeping him from sleep. He pulled the door open and froze.

"What are you doing here?" He asked Nick as he took a step back. The angry look in Nick's eyes told Shawn it wasn't a friendly visit.

"We need to talk," Nick growled. He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him.