Thanks for all of the reviews, guys! I'm glad people like the story, and really glad that some of you have said my Psych characters are right on. I was a little worried about that. Anyway, here's chapter 4!
"What was that all about?" Sam Winchester asked his brother as Shawn and Gus exited the room.
"Dunno," Dean shrugged, glancing around the room at the various officers and CSIs, "but if we want to do an EMF sweep we'll have to wait until everyone clears out. Maybe tonight."
"Tonight? We're gonna break into a crime scene?"
Dean smirked. "It's not like we've never done it before. Come on, College Boy, don't tell me they neglected to cover breaking and entering at Stanford."
Sam shook his head, chuckling. He walked up to the small window set into the wall. "I suppose we could get in here if the door's guarded." On the pavement below he could see Shawn and Gus climbing into the tiny blue car. "You really think he's psychic?"
Dean shrugged. "He pulled your vision face for a while there, but I don't think it was the real thing. He's faking it."
"Why?"
"Attention? Money? Maybe Juliet?"
"Dude," Shawn exclaimed as they passed the black Chevy on their way back to the Echo, "I knew I'd seen this car before. And that jacket the shorter one was wearing, I've seen it, too."
"Shawn, if you tell me you met that guy in 1989-"
"Not just him, the other one, too. I don't think they're really with the FBI. Come on, I have a plan." He took off running through the streets, only slowing once he'd approached his friend's car.
"What's the plan?" Gus panted as he caught up.
"Take me to the police station, then to Kinko's."
"Why do you need to know who owns the car?" Officer Buzz McNab asked as he walked through the station with Shawn and Gus tagging along at his heels.
"I had a vision," Shawn lied, "I saw the license number. KAZ 2Y5. I believe the car may be tied up with a murder."
"The Stenson girl?"
"Uh, no, I'm not getting the vibe. It's something else. Listen, could you just run the plates and tell me everything that comes up on the owner of the car?"
Buzz sighed, glancing nervously around the halls that were crawling with cops. "I dunno, Shawn, I could get in trouble."
"You could also save a life, you'd be a hero."
"All right," the officer caved, "I'll do it, but it'll take some time. Come back in half an hour and I'll give you everything I could find."
Shawn nodded, grabbing Gus' shoulder and walking confidently from the station.
"You memorized the plates?" Gus questioned incredulously as they neared the Echo.
Shawn nodded. "Yeah. Now, hop to it, we're going to Kinko's."
"Why are we going to Kinko's?"
"We're going to ask if anyone fitting our new friends' descriptions has recently been there. If they're not real agents, where did they get the ids?"
"Oh, sure," the short brunette behind the desk sighed, twirling her hair and popping her gum, "those two was a couple of real hotties. Nice car, too. They came in early this morning. I dunno what they was doing, though, I was too busy checking out the tall one's rump."
"Thanks for your help," Gus said, slightly disgusted, "well, that answer your question, Shawn?"
"Yes," Shawn answered, "and the tall one did have a nice butt."