A/N: A good chunk of this chapter is set during This Episode Sucks. It's time to see how having a psychic on the team changes things.

Credit to the writers of the episode for all of the direct quotes.

No TWs.

Gus sat in the Psych office finishing up the paperwork from their last private case. He knew that Shawn would say they didn't need paperwork; they solved it, the client paid, nothing left to do. But Gus worked in a field of red tape and documentation, he understood the importance of recording transactions and logging their casework.

He relaxed into the monotony of the same words he almost always ended up typing, "The spirits were consulted, Shawn had a vision..." The stress from his day job slowly ebbed away with the satisfaction of a job well done as he finished and saved the document.

It had been two months since he'd returned to work at Central Coast Pharmaceuticals, and in some ways business there had never been better. It turned out, a psychic sense was a very good tool for a salesman. In other ways, Gus wasn't sure if he'd ever fully enjoy his sales job again. It was annoying just how many of the doctors on his route wore their white coats everywhere they went and he had found out the hard way that he still wasn't ready to sell anything that had to be injected.

There were also the less enjoyable side effects of being a psychic: crowded offices, unpleasant thought sensations, knowing exactly which clients were closet racists. Gus clicked his mouse button harder than necessary, closing his current window, as he debated whether the commission from Doctor Sherbert was actually worth it.

He moved his laptop to the side and grabbed one of the small boxes sitting on the other end of his desk. He opened it up and carefully read the instructions before pulling out a small surveillance camera.

He and Shawn had agreed to open Psych back up a month ago with the agreement of no big cases until Shawn's cast came off. They were able to set up several appointments right away and the cases had been laughably simple. Then they had their first walk-in client.

A young man had walked through the door, casually asking for the psychic detective. Gus remembered thinking he might actually go deaf from how loud Shawn's thoughts had crested as he'd looked for any hint of deception. Gus had frozen up, a voice filling his mind from his and Shawn's memories, "It's amazing just how many of you psychics don't sense me coming…"

They had both been able to work through the distress and reassured the man that his girlfriend wasn't cheating, but the experience had made Gus decide he was done taking chances and relying on luck to save them. If a bad guy wanted to grab them from their office again, he'd have to work a lot harder to cover his tracks.

Gus was attaching the first camera to the ceiling above the front window when he heard a loud engine coming down the street. He grinned when he saw a familiar motorcycle pull into view. He quickly made sure the camera wouldn't fall before hopping down from the couch and making his way outside.

Shawn parked next to Gus' blue car and pulled off his helmet, his smile lighting up his face as he indicated his healed leg, "BOOM baby! I am BACK!"

The happiness in his bright yellow thoughts was infectious and Gus felt his grin grow, "I can't believe your dad let you ride that thing the same day you got the cast off."

Shawn scoffed, "Please. I am an adult, my dad doesn't 'let' me do anything." Gus raised his eyebrows skeptically and waited. Shawn rolled his eyes, "... and he thinks I'm with Jules right now."

Gus smirked, "Uh-huh, I thought so."

"It's for his own good, honest." Shawn dismounted his bike, "Stress is really bad for the heart and he's already old as sin…"

Gus waited for Shawn, noticing the slight limp his friend was trying to hide, "You do know he's not actually that old, right?"

"Have you seen his hair? Old people are bald, he's bald, therefore he's old."

"The Rock is bald…"

Shawn sighed, "I know, I try not to think about it."

They entered the office as Gus asked, "Does it hurt?"

Shawn shrugged, "Aches a bit, it mostly just feels weird. Docs say it'll take a bit to get the muscles built back up. Jokes on them, I never had muscles in the first place." He scanned the room, his eyes catching on the white envelope thrown on a small table set off to the side. "Seriously? Another one?"

Gus sighed, "One a month. Like clockwork."

"Jules say anything about them?"

Gus snorted, not bothering to answer. Technically Rhianna had been a kidnap victim like them. Technically she wasn't doing anything wrong by trying to reach out to him after the fact. It didn't stop him from filing the letters away for a time when he could actually use them to make her leave him alone.

Shawn sent a mental ping of support as he picked up the envelope. He frowned as he noticed the address, "She sent it here? Wait… no stamp."

"Found it under the door." Gus confirmed.

"Well that's not creepy." Shawn pulled out the letter and read it quickly, eyebrows going up in surprise. "Wow, 500 bucks for a half hour interview? She's getting desperate."

"Check out how much she wants to pay for a copy of the scans the doctors have already done…" Gus crossed his arms uncomfortably as Shawn whistled at the dollar amount. "Before you ask, the answer's still 'no'."

"Yeah, I figured. You gotta admit though, that's a lot of dough." Shawn's lips twitched and he quickly continued, "If you've gotta put a price on being a lab rat, it might be close to that."

Gus raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "please tell me you aren't writing Juliet love poems, because that was terrible."

"Guuus… You missed a perfect opportunity to tell me my poem made your brain foam."

"That was even worse!"

"Did it make you green like my shirt?" Shawn grinned at Gus' face as he put the letter away and walked over to check out the boxes on the desk. "Nice, they already came in! We should have done this years ago…"

Gus snorted, "No one's ever said we're good at planning ahead."

"True." Shawn agreed as he moved to the front window and inspected the camera already set up. "You do know you aimed this wrong, right?"

"I did not!"

"It's aimed right at the Blueberry, it won't see anything."

"It's supposed to be pointed at my car. It's a company car!"

Shawn rolled his eyes, "Are you ever going to get over that?"

"Nope." Gus popped the 'P' as he grabbed the next camera. "Surveillance view's on my laptop, let me know when this one's right."

"Let me guess, pointing down the road so we can see which food trucks are out?"

Gus paused with one foot on the couch, "Damn, I didn't think of that…"

Shawn smirked and waved towards the remaining cameras, "You have plans for both of these?"

"One for the back and one to replace whichever one you break by doing something stupid."

Shawn picked up one of the cameras and inspected it, "I resemble that remark. I'm always careful." His hand slipped and the camera fell towards the ground, he made a wild grab for it and barely saved it from an early grave.

"I know you did that on purpose." Gus said calmly as he climbed the couch and held the camera up to the ceiling.

"You can't prove it."

Gus didn't even bother turning around as he held a hand to his head. Shawn clicked his tongue and Gus smirked before asking, "Pier food carts, right?"

"Duh. They all go to the pier eventually."

Gus grinned and started aiming the camera.

A week later Gus was eating his breakfast when his phone rang. "Hey Shawn, what's up?"

"Dude, put down your fruit loops, we got a case!"

Gus sat up straight and let his spoon fall back into his colorful cereal, "Finally! Where?"

"Ok, technically we don't have a case yet, but Jules just got called out, she's getting ready now. Hurry up and get over here so we can follow her."

Gus stood up and immediately grabbed his keys and wallet. The small private clients had been fine for easing them into things, but they'd both been getting restless for a real case to get them back in the game. "Are you sure Juliet won't be mad when we follow her?"

"Of course not! If she didn't want me to follow her then she'd tell me."

Gus stopped, "Shawn, did she tell you not to follow her?"

"Of course not! She said not to farrow her."

"... Ok. As long as she didn't say 'don't follow' then we should be good."

"Exactly! Now hurry up!"

Gus quickly locked up his apartment and rushed down the stairs. If they had to wedge themselves into a police investigation to get a real case, then that's what they were going to do.

It's not like it would be the first time.

"She's blonde and pale and perfect and beautiful and perfect…"

Gus raised his eyebrows as Lassiter's thought sensations, the chest reverb from a cannon firing and the smell of gunpowder, glowed bright pink. Whoever the detective was looking for must be one heck of a woman.

"Please tell me why they're at my crime scene?" Lassiter snapped out when he saw Shawn and Gus standing next to the crime scene tape.

Gus tried to hide his smirk when both detectives' thoughts flared in annoyance as Shawn explained, again, their bullshit reason for being there. It was good to be back.

He could also feel a spark of worry in Juliet's thoughts, fizzing pop rocks on the skin and bubbles interlocked together. He knew she wished they would wait longer before going back in the field where they could get into trouble again. Lassiter just felt resigned that he had to chase them away from his cases again, most of his thoughts were still on the beautiful blonde lady and the effects of his hangover.

Gus pulled his focus back to the physical world as he saw Lassiter flip the dead body over. Shawn perked up next to him, "That dude is awfully pale…"

"Abnormally pale." Gus agreed, "Especially since he's only been dead for-"

Shawn cut him off, "Check the neck. Check the wrists."

Gus did as he was told and noticed several distinct puncture wounds. He could feel his excitement building. This was too good to be true, their first case back and this was what they got.

Lassiter pulled a necklace from the dead man's hand and Gus saw a flash of a memory: A gorgeous blonde woman in a red dress bringing her hand up to her neck, caressing a gold necklace. "For all eternity."

Shawn stood shocked next to him, "Gus, no blood, puncture marks."

"Abnormally pale…" Gus agreed with him, practically vibrating with excitement. "What! Do it. Do it… better yet, let me do it. I'll do it."

"Settle down. You're not doing it." Shawn corrected in fond exasperation. Gus bounced in glee as he watched Shawn do his magic and announce to the whole scene that their culprit was clearly a vampire.

The annoyance from Juliet spiked ten-fold as she turned to Lassiter for support, "What are you thinking, partner?"

Lassiter was still staring at the necklace and Gus settled slightly, feeling the storm of emotions in the detective when he said, "Actually, I'm going to have to go with Spencer on this one."

Gus and Shawn's jaws dropped as they watched Lassiter bag the necklace and stalk back to his car.

"Did my earlobes hear what I think they just heard?"

"I can't believe he agreed with you."

"I can't believe he agreed with me about vampires."

Gus frowned and thought back, "Wait, but he didn't agree…"

Shawn looked at him, surprised, "You sure?"

Gus nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure. He just wanted to get out of here without any questions."

Shawn turned to watch the retreating vehicle, "But that means…"

"Lassie lied." They both realized together.

"Why would he lie?!" Shawn ranted in the car as they made their way to the police station. "He's all about Sweet Lady Justice, the exact letter of the law, never bend, never break. He's Mr. Punctuality, a straight shooter, the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth even when it makes him look like a jerk… especially when it makes him look like a jerk-"

Gus cut him off, knowing the rant would last the entire ride if he didn't. "He lied for a girl."

Shawn looked taken aback, "The blonde he was yelling at Buzz about? Why? He doesn't even know her."

"I think he loves her."

Shawn snorted, "Lassie doesn't do love."

Gus shrugged, "He does now. I know what I felt."

"Ok…" Shawn gave him a searching look, "So he loves her, doesn't even know her name… Why lie at the crime scene?"

Gus thought back to the memory and the necklace, "Because he thinks she might be the killer."

"Huh… Well that sucks."

"A vampire joke? Really?"

"It was right there, I couldn't resist… Wait, Gus! Vampires!"

Gus rolled his eyes, "Yes, I know. We've already established that this case looks like a vampire. Is it weird that I actually want it to be a vampire?"

"That's just it!" Shawn was looking at him in excitement, "If psychics are real, then maybe vampires are real too!"

"We always thought vampires were real…" Gus pointed out, feeling slightly put out.

"We always assumed they were real, but now we know they might be real!"

Gus shook his head, "That's basically the same thing."

"Yeah, but this way we're not making asses of you and me…" Shawn clapped his hands together, "We need supplies!"

"Supplies for what?"

Shawn sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, "Gus, don't be a blunt wooden stake. If we're dealing with a vampire… and the police don't believe in vampires… and they have a corpse that was killed by a vampire… we all know what happens next."

Gus' eyes widened in realization. He slammed on the brakes and made a hard turn onto the next street, heading towards his apartment. "I've got just the thing."

"... Oh my god. You have a vampire go-bag, don't you."

"You know it."

Shawn and Gus walked into the precinct, both armed with sharpened wooden stakes, crucifixes, garlic, holy water and the silver bullets from their werewolf case. It never hurt to be prepared. The officer at the front desk eyed them up and rolled his eyes before jerking his thumb towards the stairs leading to the autopsy room. Shawn grinned at him and waved before leading the way down.

Gus was pleased to note that it was much easier keeping his mental shield up against the assault of psychic sensations than the last time he'd been at the station. Three months of practice seemed to be paying off.

"You know, I kind of wish Lassie had agreed with me… I've always dreamed of him jumping onboard with one of my nutty theories." Shawn said as they reached the basement.

"Let's be honest, it would be odd if he ever did that. It would be like the roadrunner stopping and saying, 'You know what, Wile E.? You've earned this. Blow me up.'"

Shawn stopped with a confused look on his face, "You're saying the coyote has a first name?"

"Yeah…" Gus stopped with a flinch as he heard a sharp crack of a breaking bone from the open door ahead of them. He suddenly saw Shawn's leg in a car, bent at an unnatural angle.

"Whoa, Gus, you good?" Shawn was watching him with concern.

Gus blinked and shook the flashback away, "You didn't hear that, did you?"

Shawn shook his head before his face cleared in realization, "Woody?"

Gus groaned and agreed, "Woody…"

"I haven't seen you react like that to someone for a while, what's his stuff?"

"Sound of a breaking bone and…" Gus concentrated, suddenly feeling a much more subtle feeling on his fingertips, "peach fuzz? That's weird."

"Well, Woody is weird…" Shawn pointed out, "You good?"

Gus made a face as he heard another sharp snap, "Sure. At least it isn't blood…"

Shawn patted him on the back before walking through the open autopsy door, "Necro Butcher!"

Woody turned around with a grin, "Ryan Phillipe!"

"We're trying out pet names." Shawn explained to Gus, "Yours is Bologna."

"What?!" Gus snapped in confusion, "Why Bologna?!"

"Ok, my partner has gone off the reservation. I hope that you are all very happy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to catch a murderer and I'm fairly certain that he, or she, is human."

Shawn watched Juliet stalk out of the autopsy room with a glum look on his face, "Well, there goes my night."

Gus patted him sympathetically on the shoulder before following the detective. He was ready to get away from the disturbing noises, both vocal and mental, coming from the coroner.

Shawn jogged to catch up with him, "Hey! Since we're here we should check in with the Chief! Let her know we're on the case, tell her about vampires, see if she's gotten pregnant again…"

Gus paled, unsure if he was ready to deal with that particular issue, "Uh, go ahead. I'll meet you in the car."

Shawn turned to look at him, "Gus, you know I'm terrible about asking to be paid. You never let me talk to Vick on my own when we're picking up a case…"

"Well, that was before…" Gus sighed, knowing Shawn was going to bug him until he explained, "Her thoughts smell like baking cinnamon rolls… and feel like a knife on the skin."

"Ah." Shawn nodded understandingly before retorting, "and you're just going to avoid her for the rest of your life?"

"No, just… for now."

"Uh-huh." Shawn draped his arm around Gus' shoulders, "I can't believe I'm the one saying this… I don't think avoidance is the right play."

Gus groaned, knowing his friend was right, as he let himself be steered up the steps. They had just reached the front desk when Lassiter quickly walked past them. The detective slammed the door as he left the precinct, nearly running into several people on the steps outside as he rushed to his car. Shawn watched him, eyebrows raised, "Huh. Raincheck on that. Let's see what Lassie's up to…"

They sat in the Blueberry, parked out of sight with the windows open, watching as Lassiter walked into yet another pawn shop. Shawn bit off a large piece of red vine, talking around the candy, "Man… I hate stakeouts. Heh, stakeout… get it?"

He held up his wooden stake and Gus rolled his eyes, "Honestly? This feels like a waste of time. Since when do we follow the detectives for clues? We're supposed to be ahead of them."

"We already are ahead! We called Willow…" Shawn smirked to himself before continuing, "and she told us about that vampire bar. We gotta wait for it to open…" He checked his watch, "Which is in about an hour. Who knew vampires were day drinkers? So, we have time to see if Lassie finds out anything on the necklace. You know he won't tell us if he won't even tell Jules what he's doing."

"It's not like Lassiter to keep stuff from his partner… he's got it bad. Remember how he described his lady? Perfect, beautiful, pale… you know what that sounds like."

Shawn snorted, "Well, this is Lassie we're talking about. Who knows what 'beautiful' to him actually looks like?"

Gus gave him a look, "Think Uma Thurman."

"Poison Ivy?"

"Gattaca."

"Oh dear lord. You may have a point." Shawn suddenly sat up straight as Lassiter left the store. "Dude, he found something. Check it."

Gus quickly closed his eyes and put his hand to his head, focusing on the faint reverb in his chest: The still-mysterious necklace, determination, a fogged up watch, worry. Love.

"He struck out on the necklace, but he's got a fingerprint." Gus relayed.

"Nice." Shawn undid his seatbelt as Lassiter drove off. "Come on, let's go in."

"What… Why?"

Shawn climbed out of the car and leaned down to talk through the open door, "Dude, we're going to a vampire bar. We can't go looking like this…"

Gus looked at their button up shirts with rolled up sleeves and open collars, "We do look like walking vampire snacks, don't we?"

"Exactly! We gotta blend in, and a pawn shop with the name 'Bling Crosby' has got to have some good stuff."

Gus climbed out of the car and walked across the street with Shawn, "Ok, but I get to be Blacula."

"I mean, sure, it's not like I was gonna take him. You know only us and Tarantino actually remember Blacula though, right?

"Pffsh, please. Blacula's iconic."

"Whatever you gotta tell yourself man…" Shawn shook his head as they walked down the sidewalk and entered the store.

Gus took one step into the shop and immediately started gagging as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Shawn quirked an eyebrow at him while trying to hide a grin, "Two in one day, huh?"

"Ugh, I think I jinxed myself..." Gus put his hand over his bracelet and brought his shield up, dampening the taste in his mouth and the feeling of smoke being blown in his face. He quickly decided that the person he was sensing wasn't someone he'd want to stay around.

Shawn walked towards the store clerk, waves cresting as he checked the shop. Gus looked around carefully himself before moving towards the racks of clothing, feeling relieved that they were the only ones there.

"Hello, good sir! We just saw our friend leave, he seemed to be having a rough day. I don't suppose he said anything? He can be really bad at asking for help…" Shawn leaned on the counter, giving the greasy haired man standing on the other side his most disarming smile.

"Nah man, sorry. He asked about a necklace we used to sell, said some not nice stuff, I offered to buy his watch and…" The clerk leaned forward slightly, speaking quietly, "I think he was having a bad trip or somethin' … He stared at his watch like he'd never seen it before then ran out of the door."

"Lassie tripping… now that would be a sight to see." Shawn smirked.

Gus looked up from the clothes he was flipping through, "Are you kidding? A drugged Lassie would totally go all axe-murderer on us."

"Yeah, probably. It'd still be a sight to see." Shawn turned back to the clerk, "Thanks for the info. We're gonna look around a bit." He walked over to Gus, "Find anything?"

Gus smirked and held out a thick coat with lace on the sleeves. "Not exactly Blacula's style, but…"

Shawn grabbed it and immediately put it on, "Sweet, this is perfect! You ever realize how lucky we are with thrift shop finds?"

"It's a gift." Gus agreed. He moved further into the store to put more space between him and the clerk, trying to hide the action by inspecting a fuzzy lampshade tucked into the corner.

Shawn snorted as he moved with him, "That bad huh?"

"It's the taste of blood. You know I hate blood."

"Blood- Dude, you gotta tell me these things!" Gus looked at him in bewilderment and Shawn rolled his eyes, "We're on a case about vampires! He's probably one of them!"

"Why would a vampire work a day-shift at a pawn shop?"

"I… don't know. But we gotta check." Shawn quickly went through the store, grabbing several more things before heading to the counter. Gus hung back as their purchases were rung up. Shawn dug around in his pockets before holding out a closed fist to the clerk, "Can you hold this for me?"

The clerk looked down with a confused look as a garlic clove was dropped in his palm; Gus and Shawn watched him carefully, looking for any reaction. After a second Shawn sighed and pulled out his wallet, "I dunno why, those just keep showing up in my pants…"

Gus eyed up the credit card in Shawn's hand, "Is that my card?!"

Shawn grinned, "Nah, it's the company card."

"We don't- Shawn!"

Gus spoke up as they drove away from the vampire bar, staying behind Juliet's car as they followed a lead. "Ok, that may have been both the coolest and weirdest place we've ever been to for a case."

"Are you sure? A soap opera set, the old west, a civil war re-enactment, a treasure hunt, a biker's bar, that weird old town without cell service, a horror camp… high school. Think anyone there was actually a vampire?"

"In high school? Most definitely."

"Sure. But I meant the bar."

Gus thought back and shrugged, "I dunno, I didn't feel anything weird… They felt like the kind of people I'd meet on my route."

Shawn chewed his lips, "But would you actually be able to sense vampires? I mean, they're dead right? Dead people don't have thinking feels…" He turned to Gus urgently, "Dead people don't have thinking feels, right?"

Gus remembered a void fading to silence, "No, dead people don't have thought sensations."

"Oh good, I wasn't prepared for my worldview to be shattered." The car in front of them suddenly skidded into a turn before accelerating again. "Dang, Jules is angry-driving. I thought she'd enjoy all of this…" He gestured to their vampire outfits, "But she's being all serious and grumpy and… Lassiterian."

"Maybe she's team-Jacob."

Shawn's face went blank, "No. I cannot believe you just made that reference."

"I know, I'm disappointed in myself." Gus agreed before turning serious, "She's worried about you being in the field again, she's worried about Lassie acting weird and she's having to basically be lead-detective. She doesn't really have time for shenanigans."

"That one belongs on the list of weird places too." Shawn pointed out offhandedly before looking out the window, lost in thought.

Gus frowned after several minutes of silence. A quiet Shawn was never a good sign, especially recently, "What's up?"

"I dunno…" Shawn spoke to the window, "This case just feels… off. I can't put my finger on it."

"And it's not because of the vampires?" Gus asked, already knowing the answer.

Shawn shook his head, "Nah, that part's dope." He shook his head harder, as though trying to dislodge something from his mind, before sitting up straight, "It's fine. We're back, things are normal, just gotta get back in the groove… uh-oh."

Juliet pulled into a long driveway and they followed, passing a familiar dark car. Shawn inspected Lassiter's Crown Vic as he climbed out of the Blueberry, "I guess he got a hit on the fingerprint… that can't be good."

Juliet looked them over and rolled her eyes before walking up the sidewalk towards the house, "I can't believe you two are still wearing those ridiculous costumes."

Shawn grinned wide, showing off his fake vampire teeth, and put his top hat back on. Gus could feel the mask slipping into place and it was so obvious he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it earlier. He pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and followed, acknowledging to himself that Shawn might not be the only one overcompensating to bury the subtle feeling of unease.

Juliet knocked on the door, "Marlowe Viccellio! This is the police!"

A blonde woman opened the door and Gus immediately recognized her from Lassiter's memory. He felt silk running along his shoulders and heard a bright ringing of a bronze bell. He focused and was surprised to feel an undertone of pink running beneath her green-yellow worry. She invited them in before moving to stand next to Lassiter.

Lassiter's thoughts glowed a matching pink as he put his arm around her shoulders and helped her answer Juliet's questions.

"Carlton, somebody called a vampire bar asking to buy a lot of blood. We traced the call, and it came from inside this house. Can you explain that?"

The silk pulled tight in apprehension as Marlowe answered, her words sounding far away as Gus focused on the sensation: A series of desperate phone calls, a stack of bloody tissues, a voice: "Denied… they won't help us…", a familiar face - outlined in protective blue.

Gus pulled his focus back in surprise, just in time to hear Marlowe say, "It's Eddie, Jake and Lucien."

He continued to stare at the blonde woman as Shawn and Juliet immediately asked, "Where's Lucien?"

Lassiter wasn't the only one lying today.

"She was lying."

"Really?" Shawn looked at him in surprise before looking back at the house, his thoughts clicking with agitation as he tried to speak lightly, "Dang, my lie detector is off today…"

Gus understood the root of the feeling, but he wasn't sure how to address it without things getting awkward. He decided to move on, "She's the one that made the phone call. The guy from the pawn store is involved, she's trying to help him…"

"Knock-off Angel?" Shawn asked in surprise. At Gus' confused look he elaborated, "You know, from Buffy-verse. You can't tell me you didn't see it."

Gus remembered the greasy-haired clerk and raised his eyebrows, "Huh, now I do… Yeah, him."

Lassiter and Juliet drove away as Shawn pulled off his wig, thinking, "We know he's not a vampire, why else would someone need that much blood…" His eyes lit up and he turned to Gus, "Are there any medical reasons, say something that would leave bruises, that would need a lot of blood?"

"Sure… there's several blood diseases that affect clotting that can be treated with blood transfusions …" Gus pointed at Shawn with a realization, "Blood transfusions that would be crazy expensive, especially if the sick person was denied insurance."

"But why would she be helping…" Shawn grabbed his cell phone and quickly made a call, "Buzz! Hey! You're at the station, right? I need you to look up a Marlowe Viccellio for me, does she have any close relatives?" His leg bounced as he waited, staring up at the house. "One brother? Give me a description… Yeah, that sounds like our guy, thanks!"

He hung up and looked back at Gus, "Adrian Viccellio! She's helping her brother get blood for his disease. I saw bruises under his shirt collar and needle marks on his arm. I just thought he was a druggie. I don't think they meant to kill that guy, they're just getting blood any way they…" He trailed off as he remembered back, looking at the living room in a new light.

Gus watched the memory as Shawn looked around, zeroing in on a small side table: A blueprint, partially hidden, and a sticky note with a time. An address was highlighted.

Shawn snapped out of the memory and quickly typed on his phone, "Dude, it's a blood bank. They're gonna try to rob it. Tonight."

Gus looked at the clock on the dash, "We still have a few hours. You know, Adrian would need to have supplies for transfusions…"

Shawn nodded as he dialed his phone and lifted it to his ear, "Jules, forget the roommate. I know who it is and I know where we need to go."