"Who wants to kill you, Spencer?" Lassiter asked, glancing up demurely from his chair and Shawn and Juliet stepped into the Chief's office.

"No one." Shawn mumbled.

"Women." Juliet clarified for her partner, shutting the office door them.

Lassiter raised a single eyebrow at the psychic, who was still sulking.

"Another one?" He snorted. "Who'd you piss off this time?"

"No one!"

"Sure."

"Enough!" Vick snapped.

She had just entered the office behind Shawn and Juliet and was brusquely making her way across the room to her desk, clearly too preoccupied with more important matters to put up with the petty squabbling.

"Sorry, Chief." Lassiter grunted. "Spencer just pissed off some woman. Again."

"I did not!"

"Mr. Spencer," Vick groaned, collapsing into her chair. "I can't devote any more police resources to stopping women from murdering you."

"No one is trying to murder me!"

"Yet." Juliet coughed discretely.

Shawn glared at her, but Vick had already moved on.

"Enough." She said again, picking up a file off her desk and handing it to Shawn. "Mr. Spencer, the coroner's report on the two victims just came back. I thought you'd want to see it right away."

Shawn was already flipping through it, his eyes scanning the pages at lightning speed. Juliet read it over his shoulder.

"Methylphenidate?" She murmured, looking up at the Chief, perplexed. "They were both on Ritalin?"

"Most likely," Vick confirmed with a slight nod. "Not by prescription, obviously. The amounts in their systems were way too high to be therapeutic. They were using it as cheap Speed. Probably bought it off some teenager with ADD."

"Is that what killed them?"

"According to the ME, it is. The methylphenidate raised their heart rate and blood pressure to a dangerous level which, when combined with the heat and physical exertion of the obstacle course, led to cardiac arrest."

She turned to Shawn, who was still reading the report intently.

"Which means, you're off the hook, Mr. Spencer. This isn't a murder investigation anymore."

"It's not?" He blinked, tossing the report back on the desk.

"They were accidents. They O.D.'d."

"Both of them?"

He raised a challenging eyebrow at the Chief, who slowly sat back in her seat.

"Two recruits with no prior drug history both suddenly O.D. in a month?" He continued, openly skeptical about this new theory. "You don't find that just a little suspicious?"

"Suspicious, yes." Vick nodded. "But it's not murder, Mr. Spencer."

"Maybe not, Chief. But even if it is just a simple O.D., someone inside the Academy was giving these guys Ritalin. They both passed their mandatory drug test when they got in three months ago, which means they weren't using then, and they have absolutely no outside connections. The drugs had to be coming from someone at the Academy!"

"That makes it a narcotics case, Mr. Spencer. Not a homicide investigation."

"But I'm already there!" Shawn argued, surprising even himself with the passion of his response.

"What?" Vick blinked.

Shawn sighed, leaning forward in his seat.

"I'm already there, Chief. Give me some time. Let me get a psychic reading on what's going on. If you pass it off to narcotics, they'll go in, interrogate the hell out of everyone, and never learn a damn thing. We'll never know what really happened."

"I hate to say it," Lassiter spoke up. "But he's right, Chief. He's already established a cover."

Now it was Vick's turn to sigh. She looked from Shawn to Lassiter, both of whom met her gaze unflinchingly.

"You have one week, Mr. Spencer." She said finally. "If you don't uncover anything, I'm handing it off to narcotics."

"I'm still here, Dad."

Henry looked up from the table at his son, who was the last remaining person in the classroom.

"Yeah. I can see you, Shawn." He returned flatly.

"It's been a week," Shawn continued, undeterred by his father's lack of enthusiasm at his announcement. "I've been here for a week."

Henry sighed, hitting the light switch as he made his way to the door.

"I know what day it is, too, Kid. What the hell's your point?"

"Nothing." Shawn grinned palely, his shiny black shoes clicking on the tiled floor as he walked past his father into the hallway. "There's no point. Just that I'm still here."

Henry shook his head, very nearly smiling to himself as he watched his son disappear down the hallway. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, almost as if he was trying to commit the sight the memory.

"At least he tucked in his damn uniform." He muttered to himself before closing the classroom door and heading down the hall in the opposite direction.