Dude. This chapter is short. Hahahaha. XDDD

I keep thinking I have stuff I want to say, and then I forget it. I need a brain that has better memory. Srsly. Do you think I can get that installed?

Shawn didn't follow the detectives immediately. Instead, he stayed behind at the crime scene to get a better look around. The coroner had arrived while he was teasing Juliet and was just finishing up his routine observations.

Dr. Gregory Crane was the dayshift coroner, a forty-something man with brown hair sprinkled with gray and an easy smile. Shawn liked him because he took all of his severely inappropriate jokes about death in stride and often found them as amusing as he did. They had hit it off after Shawn attempted to weasel some information out of him before discovering that he rather enjoyed helping the psychic out.

Shawn crouched next to him, grimacing at the body. "What a way to kick it," he commented and his eyebrows rose as he peered at the cuts that covered the palms of the man's hands.

Crane looked up from his clipboard and smiled. "Mr. Spencer. Actually, I think it went pretty quickly, it probably went so fast he didn't know what hit him."

"Oh, really," Shawn said, glancing at the wounds on the victim's chest. "How exactly did you reach that conclusion? Looks like it would have been slow and painful."

"Well, for one, he was fine up there and dead right there," he said, pointing. "It only takes about a minute to go through the tube. Besides, the girl said he screamed down here, didn't she? That tells me the wounds were inflicted quickly and it took just seconds for him to die. My initial guess (off the record of course) for the cause of death is exsanguination."

"Exsanguination. That's where you die of…" He wiggled his fingers around in the air like he was trying to pull the words he was looking for out of it.

Crane smirked. "He bled out."

"Right. I knew that. Well, that sounds like a pretty good guess to me."

The coroner smiled. "Shouldn't you know all of this Mr. Spencer?"

Shawn sighed, his head tilting upward. "My gift—"

He smirked and said, tone amused, "I know, I know. It's 'temperamental.' It's 'unpredictable.' Just like you." Shawn wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that, but Crane continued anyway, saying, "Was there anything else you wanted to know?"

"I don't suppose you've got any ideas about the murder weapon, do you?"

He chuckled softly and said, "You know, I might, but it's a little out there."

Shawn grinned. "C'mon. I'm a psychic. How much more out there can it get?"

Crane grinned back. "True. All right, you asked for it." He paused and then gestured at the slice taken from the chest. "You see this wound?"

"I'll say yes and not make a Foxworthy joke at your expense in the interest of hearing your theory."

"How gracious of you. Do you know what this wound makes me think of?"

"Uh…human crepes?"

Crane snorted and said, "That's eerily appropriate, but no. It makes me think of cheese."

"Cheese."

"Yes."

"As in, grilled cheese?"

"No, regular cheese."

"Shredded cheese?"

"Nooo…"

"Okay, I don't get the connection. Fill me in cheese man."

"Have you ever seen a wire cheese slicer?"

Shawn started to nod and then shook his head. "No. I can proudly say I've never even heard of one."

"Well, it's basically a metal handle with a thin wire stretched between two posts. It's used to cut cheese into thin slices."

"I don't—ohhhh. Ewww," Shawn said, grimacing at the body. "You think he's somebody's cheese?"

"Like I said. It's a little out there."

Shawn nodded, already looking at the tube. "Thanks, doc."

Crane smiled. "Sure. You let me know if your visions ever start predicting causes of death, okay? I'll have to have someone take care of you at that point."

"How sweet. You'll be the first to know."

He straightened up, and started toward the exit gate, contemplating what his next move was going to be. He was definitely thinking it was time to call Gus as this was starting to look a helluva lot like a bona fide case.

Gus cursed as the little spaceship on his screen blew up just one hundred points from his high score. He sighed and sat back in his chair, tipping his head back. It had been, literally, weeks since Shawn had called him, demanding that he pick him up and drive him somewhere and frankly, the lack of spontaneity was killing him.

Shawn had mentioned something about getting a job after Gus had flatly refused to help him out with his rent payments but he hadn't heard much about it after that. It was possible he had said something about water, but he couldn't be sure. Shawn hadn't been very forthcoming after he refused to help him out. If he couldn't manage to save up enough for a rainy day (or month) like this, then that was his problem. It was enough that he was paying the full rent for the Psych office on top of his own apartment; there was no way he was going to pay for Shawn's too.

His irritation with Shawn's lack of financial savvy, however, didn't extend to seeing his best friend. Shawn injected a little bit of spice into an otherwise ordinary life and he had had just about as much ordinary as he could take in the last few weeks. So against his better judgment… He pulled out his phone and pressed Shawn's speed dial.

After just two rings: "Dude, I'm at work."

Gus smirked. "Then why do you even have your phone, Shawn?"

"You never know when there might be an emergency."

"Uh huh."

"So what's up? Did you miss me?"

Gus snorted, unwilling to admit the truth. "You wish. I was just checking to make sure you hadn't gotten in any trouble."

"Aw, you do miss me."

"Shut up, Shawn."

"Well, anyway, you have fantastic timing, dude. What would you say if I told you I had a one-day pass to WaterWorld with your name on it?"

"I'd say it's already past noon and I sure as hell better get the rest of that day tomorrow."

Shawn grinned. "Deal. See you in thirty?"

"Make it twenty-five."