"Can you believe him?" Shawn asked as he paced up and down the office.

Gus rolled his eyes. "Unbelievable," he said wearily.

Shawn turned to Gus, "Exactly! Can you believe him?"

Gus lifted his head from his hand. "I was talking about you."

Shawn stepped back and frowned at his friend. "Me?"

"You have been talking about this non-stop for the past four days."

"I have not," Shawn denied quickly

"Have too."

"Have not."

"Have-," Gus stopped himself before he was sucked into one of Shawn's games. "Look I get you're upset or mad or whatever but we have work to do. Either sit down and shut up or go talk to him."

Shawn dropped down into his chair, folded his arms and glared at Gus like a petulant child. "I told you Gus, I'm never speaking to that man again."

Gus snorted, "Yeah right."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Shawn asked.

"It means that every time you and your dad fight, you complain about him for a week and then you're back having dinner at his house the week after, like nothing's happened…well until the next fight that is."

"I don't-" Shawn began to deny it. He sighed and stared down at his desk. "It's different this time Gus...I don't think I can forgive him so easily….not this time."

"Shawn…" Gus started

Shawn looked up at Gus with a bright smile. "You're right, gotta stop thinking about it, got to move on and get some work done."

Gus sighed, knowing it wasn't going to be that easy. "Okay."

"I'm thirsty, you wanna smoothie?" Shawn jumped out from his seat and was already striding towards the door when Gus called out to him.

"But what about!..." Shawn disappeared out the door "–work?" Gus finished to an empty room.

When another week went by and Shawn still hadn't spoken to Henry, had barely mentioned his name, Gus started to worry. The last time they had fought like this Shawn had left Santa Barbara for over a year and only returned because Gus told him Henry had gone to Miami. He was in un-chartered territory and didn't know which way to turn.

Bumping into Henry while they were at the supermarket stocking up on pineapple didn't help matters. Gus looked up and his eyes widened as he realized who was standing in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak but Henry got there a second before him.

"I don't want to talk about it, Gus." Henry pre-empted any kind of discussion.

"Gus, got the…" Shawn suddenly appeared with the pineapple in his hand. He stopped when he saw Henry and Gus watched as his face darkened. The father and son glared at each other for a moment then before Gus could blink, the pair had turned and walked in opposite directions without a single word.

"Well, that went well," Gus said to himself before following his friend who had disappeared into the chocolate and candy aisle. He rubbed his hands together as he watched Shawn pile a load of gummie worms into his shopping basket. "Okay, time to get out the big guns."

The shopping basket was thrust in his direction. "You're paying for these," Shawn told him before walking off. Gus gritted his teeth. "Very big guns…..with bullets, big, fat, painful lead bullets."

Gus took in a deep breath and knocked hard on the door. He waited nervously on the porch until a figure came into view and the door swung open.

Henry sighed. "I told you I didn't want to talk, Gus," Henry told him but took a step back to let Gus into the house.

Gus entered the house and then stopped suddenly, realizing that in the twenty five odd years he'd known Shawn, he hadn't actually stood in this house without Shawn nearby. "Well one of you should start, and I think it should be you," Gus replied bravely.

Henry took a step towards Gus "Are you blaming all this on me?" He asked and Gus took a step back. Okay, so he was slightly terrified of Henry, always had been.

"No…no," Gus shook his head. "I didn't mean that," ee said, quickly trying to dig himself out of the hole he dug.

"Shawn is the one that walked out something that was important to me, who didn't care enough for stay than more than fifteen minutes. He embarrassed me in front of all my friends."

"Oh and being constantly reminded that he wasn't good enough isn't embarrassing? How'd you think he felt as everyone reminded him how he didn't fit in there?" Gus said, realizing a little too late what he had just blurted out.

"And you think you do?"

"I know Shawn a sight bit better than you, Mr. Spencer. I know you think you know him, but you don't." Gus sighed and shook his head. "You know if he didn't have Psych, he'd be on his bike and outta here faster than you can say pineapple smoothie. Do you realize that? You've lost your son, and if you weren't so damn stubborn, you could actually do something about it."

"I think it's time that you leave," Henry growled.

"Yeah, I guess it is," Gus said, feeling the defeat wash over him as he walked to the door. Talking to Henry had failed spectacularly and he expected his talk with Shawn wasn't going to go any better.

Gus climbed into his car and instantly pulled out his cell phone. Better to get the talk with Shawn out of the way as soon as possible. He dialed Shawn's cell and waited for an answer.

"Yo," Shawn answered.

"Hey it's me, where are you?"

"At your place drinking your coffee, why?"

Gus gritted his teeth, Shawn had no sense of personal space, and that included Gus' apartment then Shawn broke into on a regular basis. "Stay there, we need to talk." Gus hung up the phone before Shawn could reply and pulled out of Henry's driveway.

The traffic was light enough that he managed to get back to his place in under ten minutes. The black motorbike sitting by his parking space told Gus that Shawn had listened to him and stayed put. He quickly made his way from the parking lot and up to the second floor. He let himself in and was instantly assaulted by the sounds of automatic gun fire and explosions coming from the TV.

"Hey!" Shawn called from the other room, his voice garbled from a mouth full of chips. "Where've you been?"

"Your father's," Gus answered as he switched off the TV.

Shawn's feet dropped from the coffee table as he sat up straight. "What were you doing at my father's place, Gus?"

"Trying to knock some sense into him."

Shawn snorted. "Good luck with that."

"I was hoping I'd have a better chance with you."

"Me?"

"One of you has to make the first move, and if it isn't him, then it has to be you."

Shawn pulled himself up until he was standing. "What makes you think either one of us wants this fixed Gus? What gives you the right to start meddling!"

"I…"

"I told you Gus, I told you it was over between us. I never want to see that man again. Why can't you just understand that?"

"Because it's bull!" Gus snapped and Shawn's jaw snapped shut in surprise "He is your father and you are his son and whether you like it or not,that's not going to change. I'm not going to just stand here and watch as your relationship falls apart when I can do something about it. You can't tell me that he means nothing to you. You can't tell me that it's easy to just let him go, wash your hands of him 'cause it isn't. What happens the next time you're stuck on a case? You can't go running to him for answers. And what happens if his back goes in the middle of the night? He has no-one to help him. You are all he has."

"So you think you can just guilt me into talking to him?"

"Shawn!"

"No!" Shawn snapped back. "For the first time in my life, I don't have him watching over me, pointing out my mistakes, telling me that I could have done better Things couldn't keep going on the way they were. I couldn't go on like that. Why can't you understand that?"

Gus sighed. "I'm not going to stop trying to fix this," he said as he began walking back to the door, realizing it really should be Shawn leaving his place, not the other way round. "You're going to thank me one day."

"Not any day soon," Shawn replied as the door slammed shut.

Gus didn't know how he ended up in the bar and the memories of the day were getting foggier after every drink. He'd never been a big drinker but after two unsuccessful conversations with the two most stubborn men in the history of stubbornness he needed to relax. He stared at the drink in front of him while he folded his napkin into some indistinguishable origami shape.

Suddenly a figure knocked into him from behind, pushing him into the bar and nearly knocking over his drink.

"Oh god I'm so-" The person started as they turned round to apologize. She stopped when she realized who it was. "Gus?"

"Juliet?" Gus looked at the detective in surprise. She was in a smart black top and figure hugging jeans, a pair of stilettos that Gus guessed were killing her feet, a clutch purse in one hand and a half finished vodka martini in the other. "What are you doing here?"

She sat herself down in the spare chair and put her drink down on the bar next to Gus' "Well," she sighed, brushing a strand of stray hair out of her face. "I was on a date."

"Oh," Gus scanned the room for the so called date.

"He's gone," she told him, taking a sip of her drink. "It wasn't going to work out."

"No?"

"He kept calling me sweetie, and honey, and staring at my ass. If I was armed, I'd have some explaining to do."

"Sorry."

She shrugged. "What about you? Why are you here?"

"Trying to forget the day?" Gus replied.

"Ouch, bad day?"

Gus snorted. "That's an understatement."

Juliet tilted her head to one side and smiled sympathetically. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Shawn and Henry aren't speaking to each other and my attempts to get them talking again ended in disaster."

"What happened?"

Gus shrugged. "Shawn ditched something that was important to Henry. But I think this argument has been brewing since Shawn was fourteen, they have a lot of…"

"Issues?" Juliet guessed.

Gus nodded. "I've tried talking to them both separately, but neither of them want to hear it. I don't know how to fix this."

Juliet grinned. "I think I do."

Gus' eyes narrowed "What are you thinking?"

Juliet just smiled deviously.