A/N: Woody is too fun to write… If autopsies bother you, scroll down till Shawn broadcasts thoughts to Gus to go to the bathroom. It's not graphic at all, but it's still Woody.

No other TWs.

*SNAP*

Gus made a face. Autopsies were bad enough without the near-constant sound of breaking bones.

"The cause of death: gunshot to the head. It entered through the front and exited out the back right here…" Woody turned the dead girl's head to show the hole in the back of her skull, right above the neck. "The angle suggests the gunman -or woman-" he nodded respectfully towards Juliet, "shot downwards, like they were riding a horse or standing on stilts."

"Or the victim was on her knees…" Lassiter grumbled out.

"Huh, that makes a lot more sense." Woody thought out loud, "It would explain the bruising on her knees as well! I just thought she was a nun."

Gus wasn't sure if it was better or worse that he now knew for certain that Woody wasn't insane. The peach fuzz thickened in amusement and Gus decided he wasn't brave enough to look and see if any of the coroner's oddities were actually an act.

Lassiter sighed and tried to get Woody back on track, "Strode, we already knew she was executed, tell us something we don't know."

Woody's face brightened as he answered, "You can twist a head around three and a half times before it comes off."

Juliet made a disgusted face and Lassiter groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose. Shawn looked fascinated, "Please tell me you know that from experience."

"Shawn!" Gus snapped, not wanting to know the details.

"Gus! He could prove or disprove the exorcist! Don't you want to know?!"

Woody lit up and a bone cracked with excitement, "I actually learned it-"

"Damnit Strode. Focus. Can you tell us anything about the bullet?"

Shawn gave Woody a reassuring look, gesturing between them while he whispered, "We'll talk later."

Woody grinned at him before answering Lassiter, "Nothing definitive, but the exit wound is slightly smaller than I'd expect from a typical nine mil bullet. Determining bullet caliber by cadaver is very inexact, so it may be nothing."

"What about her other injuries?" Juliet asked.

"The abrasions on the ankles and wrists are consistent with handcuffs or similar thin-metal restraints. Something thicker was used around her neck. My initial guess, based on the width of the bruise, would be a chain. Definitely something metal since it was the main point of contact for the electricity."

"She was electrocuted through the chain." Juliet clarified, her pop rock fizzles almost as steady as Lassiter's chest reverb.

"Yes, several times. Nothing too notable there other than whoever was doing it wanted it to hurt, not kill."

Lassiter spoke up again, "Anything else?"

"She last ate about a day before her death. Sadly, I couldn't tell what exactly it was." Another bone cracked in regret at missed opportunities, "Initial tox screen came back clean, time of death was sometime late last night, I'd estimate between 10 and midnight."

Gus suddenly found it hard to breathe as Woody's voice faded away, finishing his report. His mind kept jumping back and forth between two times: she died late at night, he didn't have his dream until early the next morning.

He saw Shawn look over in concern before schooling his face into a more neutral expression while sending a thought: hands squeezing his shoulders in comfort, a bathroom sign, a timer counting down from one minute.

Gus swallowed and forced his voice to work as he grunted out, "Bathroom."

He retreated from the room as he heard Shawn speak up, "Oh, hello! I'm getting something… The C… The C is speaking to me… The Caminos! The spirits have something, something big, on the Caminos. The Chief is going to need to hear this, meet me upstairs! I need to go potty!"

Shawn jogged out of the room and grabbed Gus by the arm, dragging him to the bathroom. Once the door was closed he spun around, "You called me right after the dream, right?"

Gus nodded, replying faintly, "She was already dead…"

"Ok, this is fine. I'm sure there's a logical explanation, no need to freak out."

"No need to freak out?!" Gus hissed, his voice getting louder as he ranted, "I was contacted by a ghost! I don't DO ghosts, Shawn! I don't care if I'm psychic, I CANNOT be getting DREAMS FROM GHOSTS!"

"What happened to fearless-Gus? Come on, channel your inner Bruce Willis, you've got this!"

"Bruce Willis was dead! HE was the ghost! I'm… I'm the twelve year old kid, Shawn!"

Shawn stopped, looking confused, "Bruce Willis was dead?"

"What?! Of course he was dead, everyone knows that. Even people who haven't seen the movie know that…" Gus answered, caught off guard. He suddenly felt a ping of amusement from his friend, "Oh my god, I cannot believe I fell for that..."

Shawn grinned in triumph, "But you're not freaking out anymore."

"Oh, I'm definitely still freaking out," Gus informed him, "I'm just not yelling about it anymore."

Shawn shrugged, "I'll take what I can get. You gonna be ok?"

"Ghosts, Shawn. Ghosts!" Gus threw his hands in the air, wishing the room they were in was big enough to pace in. He shook his head, "I guess I gotta be ok, nothing we can do about it now…"

They both stood in the bathroom awkwardly, waiting for the other one to move. Shawn finally pointed towards the door, "So… are you gonna go? Cause I still have to pee."

Gus followed Shawn up the stairs, barely noticing anything around them as he focused on his shield. It was only lunchtime and he was already mentally spent for the day. He briefly stopped at the front doors and thought about letting Shawn go ahead and do the vision on his own. He shook his head and sighed as he continued towards the chief's office.

He didn't really want to be alone with his thought spirals.

Gus briefly rethought his decision as they entered Vick's office and a knife started scraping along his arm, the edge sharpening in worry over the potential fallout of gang violence in their city. The smell of cinnamon rolls sweetened with curiosity as the chief folded her hands and asked Shawn, "I hear you have something about the Caminos?"

"Yes, the vision was clear, transparent… But now it's broken, sharp… Shattered." Shawn looked around as the detectives and chief stared at him blankly.

Gus saw a puzzle piece fit into place as Henry came up behind him, talking quietly, "I swear, these 'visions' are getting worse again…"

Shawn looked over and noticed his father before meeting Gus' eyes and smirking. He pointed dramatically, "Bruce Willis!" Gus groaned and Shawn continued, "Bruce Willis, wearing a white shirt that will never be white again, limping, bleeding…" He looked at Juliet in concern, "Why is he bleeding?"

Juliet raised her eyebrows, "It's something about glass?"

"Yes! But not just any glass. Glass that gives you energy, glass that makes you see things, glass that makes you want more…"

"Are you saying the glass is the drugs?" Vick asked, sounding confused.

"Wait, I've heard of that…" Lassiter sat up straight, his eyebrows scrunched together as he thought, "You can embed crystalized drugs into glass, melt it out later…" He turned to Juliet, "How many of their front businesses involve glass? Windows, glassware, knick knacks…"

"Fish?" Shawn asked, studying the chief's colorful glass decoration on her desk. Vick narrowed her eyes, protectively scooting the fish towards her and away from Shawn.

"There were a couple of window shops on the list…" Juliet thought out-loud, "They get the glass, separate out the smuggled drugs then send it to their other fronts for distribution…"

Shawn was practically bouncing with impatience as he waited for them to finish connecting the dots, "But wait, there's more! This is special glass, it has a special signature on it." He spoke with a terrible Sean Connery accent, "Excuse me, you did say your clock was correct?"

Silence met the quote and he tried again, "There's a saying in England: Where there's smoke, there's fire."

Shawn deflated when no one caught reference. He sighed and threw up his hands in defeat, "Man… Fine. For the motherland…" Gus smirked when Shawn broadcasted the feeling of his ear being flicked; he had known the answer, he'd just chosen not to say it.

It served Shawn right for bringing up Bruce Willis again.

"The drugs are coming from Russia?" Lassiter asked, the smell of gunpowder sharpening in surprise.

"From Russia With Love!" Juliet called out. Everyone looked at her and she ducked her head, "I knew it was James Bond, but they all sound the same…"

"A for effort Jules, which is more than others can say…" Shawn shot Gus a look.

"Alright, good work Spencer." Vick turned to her detectives, "Check those window shops, see where they get their glass, trace it back. If we can find their supplier, then maybe we can get ahead of this storm before more bodies start showing up."

"Oh, didn't I mention?" Shawn spoke up mildly, "Nosco's your shipping company. Hey Gus, I'm starved. Let's get lunch."

Henry caught Shawn's arm as he tried to walk past, "Not so fast. You two, with me."

Gus heard the chief speak up as he followed Henry, "You heard him, check it out. I'll start working on the warrant."

Henry dragged Shawn to the filing room and closed the door before spinning around, "Ok, what was that?"

"That was a vision. I know you've seen them before. The spirits give me information, I break them down into pop culture references, I give them to the police…"

"Don't give me that crap." Henry hissed as the fishing line vibrated between worry and anger, "I actually know how you work. So tell me how you got so much information on one of the most dangerous gangs in the area."

Shawn rolled his eyes, "Relax, we didn't do anything dangerous. We went to talk to the Mantis. Between what he knew and what we knew, I was able to put it all together. That's it." His eyes never left Henry's as he pinged a small question: Gus' bed, the dead girl, a Russian building.

Gus tried to subtly shake his head, he was still freaking out about the dream, he didn't want to tell anyone else about it. Henry noticed the movement and narrowed his eyes, "Gus. Mind telling me what's going on?"

Gus swallowed, "Nothing Mr. Spencer. We went to the crime scene, then talked to Reginald, then came here."

Henry crossed his arms, unimpressed, "And that's why you've been twitchy the whole time you've been in the station?"

"I didn't sleep well last night, It's harder to deal with everything when I'm tired." Gus thought he might actually be able to get through this interrogation without lying.

A puzzle piece shifted and Henry sighed, "Do they know your faces?"

"No." Shawn answered truthfully.

"Keep it that way." Henry gestured down towards the morgue, "That woman is what happens when a gang sends a message. If they just want you dead… we'll never find your body. Tell me you'll be careful."

"We'll be careful." Shawn promised. Gus scanned his thoughts and didn't sense any deception, but he knew that didn't mean Shawn wouldn't go back on his word later.

"Now, can we go? There's a very fine window between Fries Quatro Queso Dos Fritos being perfectly crisp and melty versus mushy and solid. Don't ask, I can't explain. It's just a mystery of life…"

Shawn walked out of the filing room and Gus gave Henry a reassuring look, "Don't worry, I'll watch out for him."

"I know." Henry sighed out.

Gus followed his friend and really hoped he'd be able to keep that promise.

Gus sat back in the Blueberry, enjoying an order of Fries Quatro Queso Dos Fritos as he looked over the park Shawn had directed him to.

"You wanna know one of the best parts about you being a psychic?" Shawn asked around a mouthful of potatoes and cheese. "You let me eat so much more food in your car now…"

Gus snorted as he took another delicious, greasy bite, "Yeah, well, you try enjoying a lobster roll when someone walks by you and makes you taste ketchup with ham…" He shook his head in annoyance at the person who was doomed to live their entire life with poor taste.

Shawn smirked, "What would you have done if I ended up having bad thought feels?"

"I would have dropped your ass so hard your head would have spun." Gus said with a straight face.

"No you wouldn't." Shawn said confidently, "You'd be lost without me."

"Maybe… I'm glad we don't have to find out." Gus ate his last bite as he enjoyed the feeling of the subtle blue tinged ponging sounds.

"So, nothing interesting is gonna happen until Vick gets that warrant… which gives us a free afternoon." Shawn finished his food and pointed, "You should go that way, I think we'll find something interesting."

"Is this the part where you tell me why I had to drive all the way out here for lunch?" Gus asked as he started driving in the direction Shawn had indicated.

"Gus! Where's your sense of adventure? Embrace the mystery!"

"I have plenty of adventure. I don't need extra mystery…" Gus grumbled.

Shawn smirked, "And yet you haven't read my mind yet… I promise it's a good surprise. Turn left here."

Gus followed the instructions, finally parking in front of a large store window showing a thick velvet drape adorned with strings of crystals and ornate keys. "Shawn…?"

"I promise, I didn't just pick it for its name. Willow told me about it."

"Grab Life by the Crystal Balls…" Gus read before giving Shawn a look.

"She said it's one of the most legit psychic shops in the area. Maybe there'll be something here to help with the dream stuff." Shawn shrugged, suddenly looking awkward.

Gus looked back at the shop in surprise, appreciating the gesture for what it was, "…Ok, let's see what they've got."

Gus climbed out of the car and smiled slightly as Shawn bounced up onto the sidewalk to inspect the runed skulls and jewels displayed in the window.

Gus stepped up to the shop, stopping suddenly as he reached for the door. He could feel smooth, round glass on his hands; he focused and a visual joined it, a crystal ball glowing with a faint light. The sensations were almost as strong as the ponging sounds next to him, even though he could tell they were coming from inside the store. "Huh…"

Gus entered the shop as Shawn asked behind him, "Huh what? Gus! Huh what?!"

The shop was a strange mix of new age and steampunk. Crystals of all sizes and colors lined the walls, bronze chains ran along the ceiling and a circular table sat in the middle of the store covered with a dark embroidered cloth. A large crystal ball with a base made of gears sat in the center of the table, surrounded by tarot cards leaning on each other in triangle towers.

"Hello, newcomers, welcome to my shop! I sensed you coming, are you traveling or just starting your journey in the mystic arts?"

A middle aged woman walked into view from the back of the store. She wore a leather jacket over a patchwork dress and several golden bracelets encircled both wrists. Her thick black hair was tamed by a silk scarf that had small coins attached to it and she had golden hoops hanging from each ear. Gus was pretty sure she was the most stereotypical fortune teller he'd ever seen.

"Let me guess, you're the psychic." Shawn spoke up, waves cresting as he took in her whole outfit.

"I am." She smiled and held out her hand, "You can call me Jade. Let me guess… You're a skeptic."

Shawn squinted at her hand, "Something like that… Is this where we shake hands and you suddenly know everything about me? I've seen that dance before."

Gus snorted, he'd seen Shawn pull that act several times. He tried to look closer at the glass feeling on his hand, but his focus kept sliding off. He couldn't get a read on her.

Jade smirked and kept her hand outstretched, "There's only one way to find out. You wouldn't have come here if you didn't at least partially believe."

Shawn scanned her again before reaching out and shaking her hand tentatively. Her face immediately went lax and she stepped back, dropping his hand and staring at them in shock. "You're the ones who stopped the psychic killer."

Gus traded a look with Shawn, taking in his friend's dumbfounded expression. He answered, "Yeah. That was us."

She looked at them in awe, "So many members of our community were lost or went into hiding… I tried to read the cards every day to see if it was safe, but precognition isn't one of my stronger traits. We never knew what happened, only that the threat was suddenly gone. We owe you two a debt of gratitude."

Shawn's hand shot into the air, "Question. Precognition isn't one of your stronger traits…?" He gave her an obvious look over before glancing pointedly at the large crystal ball she was standing next to.

She smirked again, "It may not be my strongest trait, but it is the most profitable. A girl's gotta pay rent."

"Hmm… Yeah, no. I'm not buying it. Gus?"

"She's real." Gus informed him.

"See? My partner doesn't… wait, what?"

Gus rolled his eyes, "You think she got that from a cold read? Come on son."

Jade looked closer at Gus, "There's something different about you… I can feel your thoughts reaching out, but it's different than any other psychic I've ever met. May I?" She held her hand out to him.

Gus hesitated, suddenly feeling wary. She was a psychic, but that didn't mean she was guaranteed to be a good guy. Shawn seemed to agree with him as he sent a broadcast of people who had betrayed them in the past: Leichin, Uncle Jack, Declan.

The fortune teller's lips twitched and Gus realized she had seen the message, and possibly understood the meaning behind it. He gave himself a mental shake, this was why they had come here after all, and took her hand.

The light from the mental crystal ball suddenly brightened and his breath caught in his throat as it lit up his entire mind, the presence non-threatening but still uncomfortable and overwhelming. The light dimmed and shifted to a warmer tone as the presence was surrounded by the feeling of glass and an apology. Gus was able to breathe again as the light pulled back further, only illuminating a small section of his mind.

Jade pinged a request and waited. Gus gave a mental nod of consent and watched, curiously, as the light seemed to meander around in an almost random path. Flashes of memories showed whenever she stopped: A list of missing psychics, a barrel of a gun, a chair with zip ties, a needle. A night of movies, a coffee order, a shared memory. A deluge followed by darkness, a necklace followed by safety. A pair of handcuffs and a speeding truck.

Gus pulled his mind back, raising his shield, not wanting to share the rest. The light stopped moving and pinged a question about the fate of the mad scientist. He showed her his last memory of the bad guy: a red bullet hole between two staring vacant eyes.

A burst of satisfaction and relief showed through the light before she began to pull away. Gus focused and reached out, sending a question of his own: A dream of electricity, a body in a morgue.

The light flared in understanding and reassurance before fading away. Gus opened his eyes and shook his head as his hand was released.

"Gus?" Shawn asked worriedly.

Gus rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I'm good."

"You sure? Because you two went all JD and zoned out for a good couple of minutes. No handshake should last that long, it was creepy."

"I'm sure. It was just weird." Gus shook his head again and looked over at the fortune teller.

Jade stood still, staring off into space as she thought, before blinking heavily and looking back at him. "I'm sorry about that. I knew your mind was different, but I didn't compensate properly at first… I've never heard of a psychic being given their gift before."

Shawn snorted and Gus agreed. 'Given' wasn't the word he'd use.

"I know, it was given to you against your will. I'm sorry, it must be hard to have had your old life taken from you like that."

Gus jolted as she spoke words he had felt but never actually said. A thought occurred to him, "Could you remove it? Get it out of my head?"

Shawn's head snapped over as he stared at Gus. Jade smiled sadly, "I'm sorry, this door is one that cannot be shut once it's been opened."

Gus nodded, unsure what his choice would have been if it had been an option.

"I'm afraid there's little I can do to help you… Your mind works differently than any psychic I've ever met. This is a path you must forge on your own. Though I must say, you have done well so far without a 'Yoda'." She grinned at the term from Gus' memory.

"Well great, this was all for nothing…" Shawn grumbled as he crossed his arms.

"Not necessarily." The crystal ball lit up again as she squinted her eyes, scanning Gus from head to toe, "Even within our community, many don't believe in the presence of ghosts. I feel nothing otherworldly in your aura; I'm not sure how your dream and that girl are connected, but it wasn't her spirit that sent it."

Gus sighed in relief, "So I'm not the twelve year old boy…"

Shawn choked back a laugh as the fortune teller raised an eyebrow, "No, you aren't Cole Sear."

"Oh thank god."

The bell over the door to the shop jingled and the fortune teller turned to her new customer, "Welcome to my shop! Feel free to look around, if you have any questions I'll be happy to help you."

She turned and walked briskly to a shelf set in the wall, pulling out a book and handing it to Gus. "I'm not sure how much of our information applies to you, but this goes over the basics of the most common psychic abilities. I hope it can help you navigate your way."

"Thanks." Gus said as he took the surprisingly thin paperback book.

He flipped through the pages and stopped to scan the table of contents as Shawn informed Jade, "That guy just slipped a necklace in his pocket…"

Jade smiled and winked at him, "But if I wait for him to try and steal the tarot cards, I can get him to pay for both."

Shawn smirked back in approval as Gus reached for his wallet. The fortune teller held up her hand, "Please, it's on the house. It's the least I can do. You may also count my shop as a place of safety if you ever need it, feel free to let yourself in if I'm not around." She raised an eyebrow with an amused look, "I know you know how."

She inclined her head respectfully towards them and turned to deal with her troublesome customer. She stopped mid-step and looked back, "One last thing…" The light in the crystal ball twisted and stuttered, as though trying to form a shape it wasn't used to, and she closed her eyes in concentration, "The smell of cocoa butter and the sound of a tap dancer. And yes, they fit."

She smiled at the shocked look on Gus' face before turning back to the would-be-thief, "Oh my dear! Your aura… it's so sticky!"

Shawn frowned and looked between the fortune teller and Gus, "What was that about?"

"Remember when I passed out at the station and all four of us were at the bench? It was the first time we were all together after I became psychic. I noticed all of your thoughts seemed to fit and work together..." Gus smiled, feeling the truth in what Jade had said, "I wondered what mine felt like and if they mixed with the team."

"Well, I could have told you they fit…" Shawn looked at Gus carefully, "Feel better?"

"I wish we could have gotten more answers, but… yeah. You were right, this was a good idea."

Shawn gave him a mock-hurt look, "Don't sound so surprised when you say I was right. I'm always right."

"Uh-huh… so when you told her she was a fake less than fifteen minutes ago?"

"Clearly I was testing her."

Gus smirked, "Of course you were. Froyo then Mario Kart?"

"You know that's right."

Gus sighed as he closed his apartment door, tossing his new book onto the kitchen counter to read later. He looked at his bedroom door, exhaustion warring with dread as he thought about dreaming again. Logically he knew he needed sleep, but logic didn't make the nightmares any easier to deal with.

He wandered into his kitchen and microwaved a cup of water for tea, idly wondering if any of the sleep-aid pills currently sitting in his pharmaceutical case would help. It wasn't the first time he'd thought about it, but he still shied away from the idea of a drugged sleep. For all he knew it would just make the dreams worse.

He finished making the tea and sat on the couch, deciding to give himself an hour to wind down before risking sleep. He turned on a rerun of American Duos as he sipped the warm drink, trying to relax from the long day.

A knock on his door pulled him out of a partial-doze and he grumbled as he went to the door, too tired to even bother checking who was on the other side. He opened the door and suddenly snapped awake as he looked down at a woman with large round glasses and short brunette hair.

Electrodes pulled on his skin and a faint smell of lilies twinged in satisfaction as Rhianna Millers smiled up at him. "Hello Burton, we need to talk."

A/N: I've been sick a few days and apparently don't write well or fast on medicine head. So next update probably won't be till after this weekend.