A/N: Here's chapter two. It's a bit longer than chapter one, so I hope you enjoy it.

The first thing that Shawn was aware of, as he came to, was a dull throbbing in the back of his skull. Then he was suddenly aware of an annoying light shining in his eyes. Shawn opened his eyes and then he quickly squeezed them back shut and covered them with his left hand. After a moment he tried opening his eyes again, only more slowly this time. Once his eyes had adjusted, he realized that he was staring a bare lightbulb.

Confused, Shawn looked around him and realized that he was laying flat on his back, on the floor of his kitchen. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been changing the lightbulb when he had been shocked. And seeing as he was lying on the ground, he came to the pretty solid conclusion that he had fallen down.

And had hit his head. He thought, as he pinpointed the source of his headache to a goose-egg that was forming just above his right ear.

Shawn sat up, but he had done so too quickly and the room pitched forward and started to spin. Quickly he gripped the edge of the table (probably where he had hit his head) to steady himself. Once the spinning had stopped, Shawn stood up. Slowly.

Once standing, it occurred to him that he should probably go to the hospital. But Shawn quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't seem to be bleeding and he had woken up. That must mean that there wasn't anything to wrong with him. At least nothing dire.

Then it occurred to him. He didn't know how long he had been asleep. For all he knew he could have been asleep for four days! Although it was kind of depressing to think that he could have disappeared for that long of a time and have no one come looking for him yet.

Shawn looked over at the clock on his oven. 3:07. Whoops. Four days or not, he was late for his meeting with Gus.

Shawn moved to leave when he caught sight of the broken lightbulb by the trash can and that, somehow, reminded him of the half-cut pineapple on the counter. He thought a moment, and then shrugged. Well if he was already late...

Shawn went over to the counter and finished cutting up his pineapple. And then he tossed a few pieces into his mouth before he grabbed a broom and dustpan and swept up the shards of glass.

It was 3:42 by the time Shawn left to go and meet Gus.

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He was late! Shawn'd been late before, but never by such a large margin of time. Usually he'd call.

Gus paced around the office of his and his best friend's fake psychic detective agency Psych. At the moment he was torn between worry and anger. If something had happened to Shawn, he would feel really bad about not trying to find and help his friend. But if he was just late, and there was no good excuse, he was going to kill him.

Suddenly Gus heard the front door open and he ran out of the room to see Shawn coming in, finishing off some sort of pastry. He exploded.

"Shawn," he yelled, "where the heck have you been? I've been waiting for–"

"Days," Shawn interrupted, although it sounded more like a question than a suggestion.

Gus glared at his friend. "No," he snapped. "Shawn, if you're going to be three and a half hours late to a get-together that you begged me to agree to, you should at least have the decency to call and tell me."

"I didn't beg," Shawn said in his annoyingly calm tone, "and you've been really busy lately with your. . .stuff. I just wanted to hang out."

"Then why where you late?" Gus asked, trying to control his tone.

Shawn thought a moment before answering, "I fell asleep."

Gus's eye twitched, but he was able to restrain himself from tackling his irresponsible friend.

Shawn opened his mouth to say something else, when his cell phone started to ring. Holding up a finger, to indicate silence, he opened up his phone.

"Hello?" Shawn said.

Gus sighed and didn't even bother to try and listen to Shawn's side of the conversation. It never told him much and it often left him confused when Shawn refused to tell him what the call was about.

So Gus waited patiently for Shawn to get off the phone. And as he waited, he went over in his head what it was that he was going to say to Shawn when he had his attention again.

The sound of the cell phone snapping shut, brought Gus out of his thoughts. But he didn't even have time to restart on Shawn, when he interrupted him saying,

"That was Jules. We're needed at a crime scene. Let's go." And not even waiting for a response from Gus, Shawn headed outside and over to Gus's car.

It took a moment for Gus to respond, but when he could, he sprinted outside to catch up with Shawn.

"So where are we going?" Gus asked as he slid into the drivers seat.

Shawn gave him the address as he slid into the passenger seat.

The drive to their destination was going to be, roughly, about thirty minutes. It would be the perfect time to give Shawn a lecture on being responsible. So Gus started to talk, but not five minutes into his speech did he realize that Shawn was ignoring him. But that didn't stop Gus from lecturing. Actually it fueled it into a rant, which he continued to rave until they reached the house.

Only once the two were out of the car and had started up the sidewalk, did it occur to Gus that Shawn had been uncommonly silent. He wasn't even waving at the policemen that they had come to know so well over the pass few months.

"Are you okay?" Gus asked his friend, keeping his voice low so that none of the cops that were in the yard could here.

"Huh?" Shawn looked at his friend, "uh yeah. I'm fine."

Gus wasn't to entirely convinced, but he decided not to say anything. If something was wrong then Shawn would tell him. In time.

"Hello," Buzz McNabb said cheerily as Gus and Shawn approached the front entrance of the small house.

"Hello," Gus said back.

"Hm," Shawn grunted and he briefly lifted his hand up, in greeting, in an offhanded or disheartened way.

Gus decided not comment on Shawn's less than cheery greeting and just followed him into the house. They had only taken one step inside when Gus felt Shawn suddenly tense up beside him and give a sharp gasp.

Gus turned to Shawn and found him standing with his back stiff and his eyes wide open in shock.

"Are you okay?" Gus asked, feeling very concerned for his friend.

"What?" Shawn asked. He seemed surprised by Gus's presence. "Oh, um..." Gus watched as Shawn slowly pulled himself together and forced his muscles to relax. "I'm fine," Shawn finally said. And he would have looked fine, except Gus could still see, hidden in the back of his eyes, that something was off.

"Come on," Shawn said and he led Gus through the hall and into the small living room where Detective Lassiter and Juliet were.

That's when they saw the body. It took all of the will power and strength that Gus possessed, to not run away and throw-up. This had to be one of the worse cases of manslaughter that Gus had ever had the misfortune of seeing the results of.

The man that laid on the floor had been brutally beaten. He wasn't much more that a mass of blood and bruises, wearing what used to be clothes.

Gus gulped and looked away.

"So Lassie, what's up?" Shawn asked, surprising Gus due to the lack of concern and care in his voice.

Gus could only stare at Shawn in utter shock, as he walked around the body and over to Lassiter and Juliet. He then draped and arm around each of their shoulders.

Lassiter glared and jerked his body away from Shawn, and Juliet rolled her eyes and shrugged Shawn's other arm off of her. Then Lassiter snapped at Shawn. Telling him to be serious or something like that.

Gus looked away. He didn't even bother to try and hear Shawn's comeback. He just couldn't believe his friend. He had to wonder if Shawn even cared. If he even cared that someone was lying in front of him, dead. That someone had been murdered in the most brutal and cruelest fashion.

Gus had always had troubles at crime scenes. He couldn't stand the gore. The sight of blood. The overpowering stench of it. The knowledge that someone was dead. Someone who had a family and loved one's and people who cared about them and would miss them terribly. And he couldn't stand that thought that another human did this. It just wasn't right. And Shawn didn't seem to care.

"Did you get any of that?" Shawn asked, coming over and standing next to Gus.

"No," he answered truthfully.

Shawn sighed and rolled his eyes. And then, in a quiet tone, he said to Gus, "okay then, let's see what I can pick up."

Gus didn't watch his friend as Shawn started scanning the room for clues. He couldn't make himself look anywhere but at the photographs that were on the wall. This man had children.

For a second time Gus felt Shawn stiffen beside him, but something was different this time. Shawn was shaking.

Gus wanted to look at Shawn, ask him if he was alright, but he was afraid that he would catch sight of the mangled body and have to leave the room right then. And it was hard enough to stay put as it was.

Shawn suddenly gasped. "Lassie look out!" He yelled.

Okay, Gus had to look. In fact, everyone looked. Everyone looked at Lassiter and saw... nothing. There was nothing to look out for.

Gus looked at Shawn to see his eyes wide with fright.

"Spencer what are you–"

Shawn didn't wait for Lassiter to finish his question. He turned on his heels and bolted right out of the house.

It took Gus a moment to register that Shawn had left, and when it had he went after him.

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Okay now you're going to see the events through Shawn's perspective.

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Shawn knew that he should probably tell Gus what had happened, but in all truthfulness, he was kind of embarrassed. I mean, who gets electrocuted while changing a lightbulb? That's why Juliet's call to come down to a crime scene had been such a relief. Shawn hadn't been sure how he would explain falling asleep so soon after waking up, because Shawn wasn't one of those people that slept a lot. In fact, he only slept when it became too hard to keep his eyes open.

Once Shawn and Gus were in the car, and had started off for the crime scene, Gus started in on Shawn. Telling him about the importance of being responsible or something like that. Shawn actually wasn't to sure of what his friend was talking about, because very soon after Gus had started driving, Shawn's headache had come back and he had shutout the sound of Gus's voice, because that seemed to be making it worse.

He had been only vaguely aware of the droning sound of his friend's voice. So when that had stopped, Shawn pulled himself back into reality and looked at Gus, expecting him to be glaring, because of the severe lack of attention that he was getting. But he wasn't even looking at Shawn. In fact, he was getting out of the car.

Had Shawn offended him that much? But then Shawn realized that they were there. They were at the crime scene. Quickly he got out of the car and went over to Gus, so that the two could head up the sidewalk together.

But the moment they started walking, Shawn started to space out again. He just felt. . . weird.

"Are you okay?" Shawn heard someone ask.

"Huh?" Shawn looked at Gus to see if he could indicate who was talking, and realized that it was Gus who had asked the question. "Uh yeah. I'm fine," Shawn said. He didn't really see any need to tell Gus about his headache. It's not like it was a big deal or anything.

As Shawn continued towards the front door of the small house his head started to swim and his brain was actually, and literally, starting to feel fuzzy.

Oh wait, Buzz just said something. But Shawn wasn't sure what, so he gave him a halfhearted greeting. Then he stepped inside the house.

The moment Shawn stepped over the threshold his head instantly cleared and he was overcome with the strangest sensation. He didn't like how it felt. It felt weird and different. It felt wrong.

"Are you okay?"

"What?" Shawn jumped slightly and looked over to see Gus. When had he gotten there? When had he left?

"Oh, um," Shawn saw the worry in his friend's eyes and quickly started to push the weird feeling away, and started to put up barriers in front of his eyes. And then he realized that he had tensed up (when had that happened?) so then he focused his brain power on loosening his muscles up. Once he was sure that he looked normal again he said, "I'm fine."

Shawn could see the doubt in Gus's eyes, but was thankful when he realized that Gus was going to keep his mouth shut.

"Come on," Shawn said. And he started down the hall.

For a moment the faint smell of blood reached Shawn's nose, but as soon as his brain registered the scent, his sense of smell instantly shut off. That was something that Shawn had trained himself to do and now he didn't even have to think about it. It was a reflex.

Shawn led Gus straight into the living room. Never mind that he had never been in the house before and didn't know where the living room would be. In fact, never mind that he hadn't even been told what room the murder had taken place in. And you know what? Never mind that Shawn could have sworn that he felt some disembodied hand grab his shoulder and steer him into the room. Just, never mind.

When he and Gus entered the room, he saw Juliet and Lassie. And then he saw the body. Shawn immediately distanced himself. He let the locks in his mind close, and the doors to his emotions shut. Distancing himself was a reflex, like shutting off his sense of smell. He didn't even have to think about doing it. It just happened. In fact, he had never even really given it much thought. For him, distancing oneself from something like this was natural and easy.

"So Lassie, what's up?" Shawn called out. He wasn't going to get any information just by gawking at a dead body.

Shawn went over to Lassiter and Juliet and put an arm around each of their shoulders. He did this because he knew it would annoy Lassiter and because he wanted to see if he could make Juliet blush.

Lassiter jerked away from Shawn, rather roughly, and Juliet shrugged him off, her manner much more gentle than Lassie's. And unfortunately she didn't blush, but Lassiter was pretty ticked, so it was all worth it.

"I know being serious is an adult thing, but you could at least pretend to be," Lassiter growled at his least favorite psychic.

"But then I wouldn't be the cuddly psychic that you have come to know and love...like... or tolerate... on occasion. Anyway, so what's up?" Shawn looked to Juliet for answers, because he had a feeling the Lassiter was debating on whether or not it would be worth it to shoot him.

Juliet looked down at a notebook that she had taken notes in. "Well, the victim's name is Thomas Kinkle, and he appears to have been beaten to death with a pipe or a bat."

"What," Shawn interrupted, "like the flying rodent?"

Juliet gave Shawn a look, and then said, "no, like a baseball bat."

"Oh," Shawn said. "That makes more sense."

Juliet rolled her eyes and continued. "Mr. Kinkle was last seen with his business partner, Michael Furly but neighbors have reported that they saw him leave before, what we believe to be, the time of death. Though we've sent some men to bring him in for questioning anyways, and we're also going to be bringing in Mr. Kinkle's cousin, because they, apparently, were at odds."

"Okay," Shawn said, "why don't I just start to look around and see if I can sense anything." Shawn walked back over to Gus, who was studying the pictures that hung on the wall. "Did you get any of that?" Shawn asked his friend.

"No," was the reply. Gus didn't even look at him.

Shawn sighed and rolled his eyes. Great, now he was going to have to fill Gus in on everything. That wasn't going to help get the case solved any quicker.

"Okay then, let's see what I can pick up," Shawn whisper to Gus.

Shawn started to look around, doing his usual. You know, concentrating on what it was that he was seeing. But suddenly that weird sensation, the one that he got when he first entered the house, came back tenfold.

Then Shawn heard a noise, but it was strangely muffled and seemed to come from inside of his head. And then he saw something.

It was a man. Sort of. He was blurry and shadowy, even though the room was brightly lit. The man's features weren't very distinguishable. His face was worn, as if it had been painted on and now that a few decades had passed the paint had started to fade away.

Suddenly there was another man, next to the first. They started to move.

Shawn watched the two men (for what else could they be?) following with only his eyes because he couldn't seem to move his body. He watched them as they moved throughout the room, walking right through the people in the room, as if they weren't there. And he heard the men's muffled voices in his head. And no one else (the real people) seemed to realize that two shadow people were running through them. For they were running now. And fighting.

Shawn only closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them, one of the shadow people were gone and the other had a wooded baseball bat; one that looked real. And the shadow man lifted the bat high and ran at...Lassie!

Shawn hadn't even realized that he had called out, as he watched the baseball bat come down on Lassiter. But Lassieter didn't collapse. He didn't feel anything. And Shawn watched as the missing shadow man fell out of Lassiter and onto the floor, right where the dead man was, and almost in the exact same position.

Shawn ran. He hadn't even been aware that he could move until that moment when he found himself out of the house and halfway down the yard. But he didn't stop there. No, he kept running. He had to get away from that house. From what happened.

Shawn wasn't sure how long he had been running, when he suddenly became aware that someone behind him was calling out his name. Then he realized that it was Gus. So he slowed to a stop and collapsed onto the grass of some random front lawn and waited; gasping for breath that, until that point, he hadn't realized that he was out of.

"Shawn," Gus gasped as he dropped down to the ground next to his friend, "are you okay?" he panted. "What was that back there?"

Shawn stared at his hands for a minutes, not sure of what he was going to tell Gus.

"Shawn," Gus said, trying to make eye contact with his friend, "what's wrong?"

Shawn refused to look at Gus, and said to his hands, "nothing's wrong."

"Like heck nothing's wrong," Gus shouted. "Come on Shawn, we're best friends. You can tell me."

Shawn continued to look at his hands, but now he seemed even more upset than he had been earlier. Then he turned to look at Gus, his eyes revealing all of the confusion and fear that he felt.

"I think I saw the ghost of the murderer and victim," Shawn said.

For a moment Gus could only stare at his friend. Had he heard him right? He'd seen ghosts? That didn't sound right. That didn't sound normal. And Shawn seemed to realize that too, so Gus quickly racked his brain for a possible explanation for what Shawn thought that he had seen.

"Have you hit your head recently?" Gus asked, that being the only thing that came to his mind.

"Yes," Shawn said, some of the fear and confusion leaving his eyes. "Yes, I hit my head today."

That was great! Well, not great that Shawn had been hurt, but that now there was a plausible explanation for his hallucinations.

"How'd you hit your head?" Gus asked.

"I fell."

"From where?"

"A chair."

"Why were you on a chair?"

"I was changing a lightbulb."

"How'd you fall?"

"I got electrocuted."

Gus looked at his friend in anger and in horror.

"Let me get this straight," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, "you fell and hit your head, because you were electrocuted while changing a lightbulb?"

"That's right," Shawn said, no longer looking distressed because there was now an explanation for what he saw.

"And this happened today?"

"Yep," Shawn said, suddenly back to his perky self.

Suddenly it occurred to Gus, just what Shawn had meant when he had earlier said that he was late because he had fallen asleep.

"Did you go to a hospital?" Gus asked, his nerves causing his voice to shake a little.

"Nope."

"Shawn!" Gus exploded, "how could you just not go to the hospital?"

"Because I was late in meeting with you," Shawn said, as if that was the most sensible explanation in the world.

"Get up," Gus said, grabbing Shawn's upper arm and hoisting him to his feet, "I'm taking you to a hospital."

"Why?"

"Because you could have a concussion or your brain could be fried," Gus said. Couldn't Shawn understand how worried he was about him?

Gus dragged his friend all the way back to his car, which was a lot farther away than either of them had realized.

Shawn had ran a good three blocks away from the house.

A/N: Well, that's chapter two. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope to have chapter three up as soon as I can. Which could take a while because I'm a slow typer. But the story has been completely thought through, so you will get an end. Eventually. And I know that it was kind of weird to have the events happen from Gus's POV and then turned right around and have the same thing from Shawn's, but that was the only way that I could see the chapter working. Anywho, review if you like and if you don't, well...you didn't have to read it. :D