Shawn was relaxing. It had been two weeks since he receive his newfound powers and he was exhausted. He had just wrapped up his third cold case, that he had inadvertently stumbled into, and the Chief was considering bringing him in on another new case, which would result in his fourth fresh case since he became psychic. Luckily though, he had sensed the Chief's intentions and had left before she could talk to him.

It wasn't that Shawn didn't like what he was doing anymore. He realized that under normal circumstances he would be jumping on every case that he could. But you could only watch shadows murdering each other for so long, before you needed to take a break. So that's what he was doing. He was taking a break. He was in the Psych office with the 'closed' sign up and his cell turned off.

Shawn wanted to use this time to try and come up with the best way of introducing his new powers to everyone. Because up to this point he had been very consistent with how his visions came to him and how his powers worked. And he figured that it would be unwise to suddenly have that change. If he could, he would just continue revealing what he sees in his normal (old) manner, but it was starting to get to hard to keep up his fake psychic ways when he was now a real psychic. And even though Shawn was now psychic, he still didn't want anyone to know that he didn't used to be. That would just make everything too complicated. Besides, Shawn wasn't really sure if his powers were going to be permanent. He didn't want to dig a hole for himself. Well, then maybe he should just continue on the way he is, because it would also be stupid to introduce his new powers and then have them suddenly stop.

In frustration, Shawn banged his head on top of his desk.

"Stupid new powers," he muttered to himself.

Shawn suddenly jerked his head up at the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Someone had just entered the office.

"The sign says 'closed'," Shawn called out.

"Huh?" came a confused voice from the other room. Then a frumpy, brown-haired woman, with red-rimmed eyes, poked her head in the doorway.

"Oh please," the middle-aged woman pleaded, entering the room and approaching Shawn, "I need your help. I...I tried going to the police, but they wouldn't help me."

"Not surprising," Shawn muttered, sardonically, under his breath (the police never do anything). Then, standing up, he told the woman, "I would like to help you, but the spirits aren't very active right now. And besides, we're closed."

"I know," the woman cast a quick glance over her shoulder, "but the door was unlocked and I really need your help."

Shawn looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Danget, he knew that he had forgotten something. Apparently being psychic didn't make up for all of his faults.

"What do you need?" Shawn asked, still looking upwards.

"It's my son. He disappeared."

Shawn looked at the woman. A disappearance huh? This could be interesting. Especially if the boy was alive. That'd be a nice twist.

"You see," the woman continued, "my son, Tomas, is seventeen and he had been planning on camping this weekend. That's why the police aren't listening to me. They say that just because he left before I woke up, doesn't mean that he was taken. But I know he was taken, because I found this on the front lawn," and the woman held up a black leather string with a shark-tooth tied on it. "My late father gave this necklace to Tomas when he was nine. He and Tomas were very close, and Tomas hasn't taken it off since he got it. That's eight years. He hasn't taken it off in eight years and he wouldn't start now," the woman was now fighting back a fresh bout of tears. "Please, please help me."

Shawn wanted to help the woman, but he didn't see how he could with his particular powers.

"Do you want to see this?" the woman asked, holding the necklace further out to Shawn.

"Huh?" he said, his eyes snapping from the necklace to the woman. He hadn't even realized that he had been staring at the necklace. "No thank you," Shawn said, only it didn't come out that way it came out as, "yes."

Though confused at his mixup of words, Shawn still held out his hand and accepted the necklace. It felt warm in his hand and it almost felt like the necklace was vibrating. Somehow Shawn knew that the vibrating meant that Tomas, wherever he was, was in trouble.

Where was Tomas?

Shawn suddenly had an impression of rope come to his mind.

"He's tied up," Shawn couldn't help but say, "Tomas is tied up."

The woman gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.

"I'm...I'm seeing a building. It's not far from here. It's...it has a lot of rooms. It's familiar, though not?" Shawn scrunched his eyes up in confusion, nothing really made sense. He was feeling the fear that was coming off of Tomas and he was getting impressions to his mind, but nothing that he was seeing was clear. "There's...I'm getting the letter S. Sally? Sammy? Cindy, no that doesn't work. Sandy? Suzie! It's Suzie. Do you know a Suzie?"

"No, no I don– wait! I do. I do know a Suzie. She works at the Motel 6 that Tomas and I stay at when ever we go and visit my sister in Kentucky. Is that where he is? In Kentucky?"

"No, no he's in a Motel 6 here. He can see out the window. He can see..." as Shawn trailed off his eyes widened, as he finally realized where Tomas was, "he's just a few blocks from here! The motel is on Jefferson Street."

"Really," the woman asked, sounding like this was to good to be true.

"Go to the police," Shawn quickly ordered, a note desperation in his voice, "they need to get Tomas now, before the pool-sharks come back. Tell them that they need to go to the Motel 6 on Jefferson. Tell them that I told you to. And when they brush you off, ask them 'how many times have I been wrong?' They'll help you then. Go!"

"Yes," the woman said with a curt nod and she started to leave, but then quickly turned around and grabbed the necklace from Shawn. Then she shot out of the office.

For a moment Shawn stood where he was with a look of confusion on his face. It was weird, the moment that the necklace had left Shawn's hand he no longer felt anxious or desperate. He felt just the same way that he had, before the woman had shown up. Also, the impressions in his mind where fuzzy now. It was almost as if he had drawn the pictures and feelings in his mind with chalk and then had ran his hand over the picture, causing the images to blur and the the colors to smear and run together. Another thing that Shawn realized, now that he was thinking not only clearly but his own thoughts, was that the necklace had been pulling him in. It hadn't been like the ghosts that played out the murders, Shawn's concentration couldn't be broken. The only way to break the connection had been to remove the necklace from his hand.

Did that mean...could it possibly be that...?

Shawn quickly started to search through the office, looking for an old tie of Gus's that he had left there incase something came up and he needed a new one. Not too long into the search, did Shawn find the old blue tie. Clutching it tightly in both hands, he concentrated.

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Gus was just getting into his car, getting ready to leave a client's house and head back to his office, when his cell phone started ringing.

"Hello, Burton Guster speaking. How may I help you?"

"You're extremely happy," was the reply that Gus receive.

"Shawn?" Gus asked, the key in the ignition but not turned.

"You're also at a client's house."

Gus took his hand off of his keys and started to look around himself. "You're not tailing me again, are you Shawn?" Gus asked.

"And the house, though a nice shade of blue on the outside, is a hideous shade of pink on the inside. It made you feel like you were swallowed by a seasick salmon."

Gus's eyes widened in shock. Those had been his exact thoughts. "Shawn where are you?" Gus demanded.

"The meeting with this client was unusually productive today. You sold big."

"Shawn!"

"I'm at the Psych office," Shawn said, a sigh in his voice.

"Oh really?" Gus challenged, "then how did you know about the house? Or my meeting with the–"

"Petersons?" Shawn interrupted.

"Patersons," Gus automatically corrected.

"Oh, I was close."

"Shawn! How do you know this if you're at the Psych office?"

"Because I just discovered a new addition to my powers," Shawn said, the smirk on his face obvious in his tone. "Apparently I can feel or sense people when I hold an article of their clothing. The closer they are emotionally to the clothing, the better. But since we're so close, that makes up for the lack of love that you have for this poor unfortunate tie. Really, you should love all of your clothing equally. It's only fair."

"You have a new power?" Gus asked, incredulous.

"Sort of," Shawn said, "I mean, I don't know if it's exactly new. I think that I got it when I first got my psychic powers, but I just hadn't discovered it until now."

"Aw man," Gus said. He really didn't know what to say. He wasn't even used to Shawn's ghost seeing abilities or the way he now knew what you were thinking. And now Shawn could know what you were doing, near or far, just by holding a piece of you clothing.

"I'm sorry," Shawn suddenly said, "I guess I should have waited to spring this new addition on you."

Gus felt panic rise in his chest. Shoot! Shawn knew what he was feeling.

"I don't mean it like that," Gus started to say, but Shawn cut him off.

"It's okay Gus," he said, though there was a hint of hurt in his voice, "we'll talk about this later. I have to go and have dinner with Dad now anyways."

"Shawn–"

"Bye Gus."

Then there was a click, followed by dial tone.

Gus swore under his breath. He hadn't meant to hurt Shawn's feelings. It was just that the whole 'psychic' thing was hard to get used to. He hadn't meant for Shawn to feel how creeped out he was. Shawn needed to know that Gus was there for him, not that thinking about his powers made Gus's skin crawl. But how was he supposed to hide how he felt, when he felt it on a level that Shawn could reach.

As Gus started his car up he sighed. He really did feel bad.

A/N: Buawhahahahaha. The end of another chapter. And now Shawn knows of one new power. And yes, he's always had this power. They're not growing and just popping up randomly.

A/N(part two): The next chapter is going to take me a while to write, because I am going to be writing for Henry and Lassiter. Who, in my opinion, are the two hardest people to write for. Especially Henry. So yeah... Anyways, the next chapter is going to be Shawn having dinner with his father, and this is going to be the first time that Shawn has been with, or even talked to, his dad since he got his powers. It's going to be an interesting (and bumpy) ride.