Chapter 2: The Psychic vs The Docters

Shawn and Gus arrived at the hospital and waited untill it was Shawns turn to go. Gus stayed behind as a nurse led Shawn away. Shawn waited in House's office, examining all of the doctory things. Then House walked in and saw Shawn. "Your my patient?"

"Good to see you too Dr. House." Shawn said not looking at House as he picked up a syringe. House took it away.

"Sorry, it's kind of a rule, patients cant touch the needles. What seems to be the problem?"

"I have this weird rash on my chest, and none of the over the counter drugs will make it go away. In fact, one made it get worse."

"Show me the offending affliction." House said and Shawn took off his shirt to reveil a large rash. "I'll wright you a prescription and if it gets any worse, see me and I'll wright up something else."

"So what exactially is happening in this hospital that would make you want to hire me?"

"Two nurologists and a sergeon have gone missing. I don't care much about two of them, but I do want my lapdog back. It's just no fun without him.

"How long have they been gone?"

"Foreman has been gone for a couple of days now, and I'm not too sure about the others."

The door opened and Cuddy walked into the room. "Wow House your actually still in with a patient. It must be a new record, I'm impressed."

"Actually," Shawn started. "We were just disgussing the three missing doctors."

"Why would House disguss that with a patient?" Cuddy asked shooting House an evil look.

"Oh, very fridged." House commented.

"We were disgussing that because he hired me. My name is Shawn Spencer, I'm a psyhic."

"A psychic? Are you kidding me House?"

"But he's good." House said.

"Actually Lisa," Shawn started. "If you ask Dr. Wilson he'll tell you it's because I'm a privet detective. I have yet to convince him." Cuddy rolled her eyes and left the room.

Shawn started scratching his rash. "Dose this look like Mexico to you?"

House cocked his head. 'Not big enough for mexico, more like Florida." He commented.

The door opened again, this time it was Wilson. "So it was you she was talking about."

"Women are ranting about me?" Shawn asked.

"Nothing nice I trust." House said.

"You were mentioned House, she mentioned something about you being legally insane."

"Is there a reason why you're harassing my patient?" House asked.

"Actually the rest of your team would like to speak with you about your real patient." Wilson said.

"Hey," Shawn interjected. "I am a patient too. See, I have a freaky rash in the shape of Mexico."

"Florida." house said.

"What do you think Dr. Wilson?" Shawn asked.

"Put your shirt back on, i'm not looking at your rash." Wilson said. House twirled his cane as Shawn put his shirt back on. "Let's go House."

"Oh, can I come too?" Shawn asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Wilson said.

"I think it'll be interesting, come on." House said.

"Sweet. Plus I'll get to meet the rest of your little team." Shawn said as they left the room and passed the waiting area. "Hey Gus! Come on, we're going upstairs."

"Gus ran up to Shawn. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me Gus, everything is fine."

They entered House's office and saw that Chase and Cameron were waiting for them. "Who's that?" Cameron asked.

"He's the Psychic that's going to find our little runaway." House said.

"Psychic?" Chase questioned.

"He's a privet detective." Wilson said.

"Now gus, why do I feel insulted." Shawn asked his friend.

"Ok children, stop picking on the psyhic." House said. "Have you gotten anything from the patient? Drugs? sex? uncleanlyness?"

"He wouldn't tell us anything." Cameron said.

"Did you ask nicely? If you did then you were wrong. You haveto lie and be mean about it." House paused for a moment in silent contemplation. "I have an idea, why don't we let the psychic question him?"

"Can we do that?" Chase asked.

"There's nothing that says we can't." House replied "So what do you say Psychic?"

"Can I wear one of those sweet lab coats?" Shawn asked.

"Sure why not." House shrugged.

After Shawn was suited up he went to the patient accompanied by Chase. As he walked he read the patient file and memorized everything. He walked up to the patient. "Hello Mark, I'm docter Spencer. I need to aske you a few questions, and don' t lie. I'm a psychic, I'll know if you're lying. That said, tell me about your sex life."

"Nonexistant."

"Not even a hooker?" Shawn shook his head and 'tsked'. "You sad, sad man. What about drugs?"

"I quit last year."

"So you're saing that you don't get curious and light up every so often."

The man hesitated. "No." Shawn could tell that he was lying. He asked several other questions that were answered in lies.

He and Chase soon returned to House's office. Shawn took House's dry erase marker and wrote in big letters 'DRUGS'. "He was telling the truth about the sex, he's a loser and probably still a vergin. But drugs on the other hand, he's been messing with. He's bee going through withdrawls so he started reusing recently."

"Wait a minute, How did you get all of that? He told you he wasn't." Chase said.

"He was lying." Both Shawn and House said at the same time. There was an acward silnce then Shawn spoke up. "As for how I know, I'm a psychic. How many times do I have to sat it? Are all docters this dence?"

"Yeah, pretty much" House said. "And now comes my favorite part, right Chase? Although since Foreman's gone you can team up with the psyhic. You dont have a problem with breaking and entering do you?"

"Not at all, It's Gus that has the conciouse."

"That's great, you keepthe pretty boy on his toes. He has one of those concious things too."

"Will do boss." Shawn said saluting House, then started laughing. Then turnned to Chase. "One question, who's car are we taking? Oh, make that two questions. What do I call you? Robert? Rob? Bobby?"

"Just call me Chase, everyone else dose. And we'll take my car."

"Alright, let's go." Shawn said. Chase rolled his eyes and they left. The others could hear Shawn singing: Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to work you go."

"He's got spunk, I like that." House said

"He reminds me of you." Cameron said.

"How so?" House asked.

"You both lie, to everyone." She replied.

Gus rolled his eyes. "Great, I don't know if I could handle another Shawn." House kicked back on his desk and Gus turnned his attention was turnned to cameron. "By any chance dose House lie, manipulate, and think he's right about everything?"

"Yes, and he's usually right."

"Shawn too. That's kind of creepy."

"Should I be insulted by the fact thatyou are talking about me to my face? I'd hate to hear what what you'd say if I wasn't here." House said.

later With Shawn and GChase.

They entered the appartment and saw several things that jumpped out at him immedialty. But instead of cheaking them out, he went to the kitchen and started to make a sandwitch snd grab a soda. He went into the room Chase was searching through and took a bite out of his sandwhich. "You're not going to find anything in here, try the bathroom. There's probably a bunch of icky things there."

"Are you eating his food?" Chase asked.

"He's not eating it." Shawn said taking a dring out of the soda.

"You are just like House." Chase said as he walked pass Shawn.

"Should I take that as a complaiment?" Shawn asked as he ehnt into the living room.

"I guess that would depend on what other simalaritys you two share. It all depends on how you look at it. People hate his attitude, but adore his genious."

"So he is hated and loved." Shawn deducted.

"Love may be a bit strong of a word for it." Chase said walking into the living room. He saw Shawn holding a bag of pot, and picking up a syringe that was under a ouch coushin.

"Wouldn't make the needle a little unsteril?" Shawn asked as Chase took it from him. Then Shawn picked up a half empty bottle of Morphein.

"There's still some morphein in the syringe." Chase said. "I think this should be enough to please House."