"Ahh, Jules; how lovely to see you," Shawn smiled, leaning against her desk.
"Shawn!" Gus shouted running to the bullpen annoyed, "You told me we had an urgent case so I hurried down here but I just heard that we don't. I just got back from the pharmaceutical conference; it would help if I did my job selling pharmaceuticals."
"Don't be Scotty's computer in Star Trek four," Shawn commented.
"That wasn't Scotty's computer Shawn, that computer belonged to that guy at the aluminum factory. It was really old and it didn't have a comprehension tool or a microphone."
"Shawn, are you on the…" Juliet started before Shawn managed to interrupt her.
"Lutin case, not yet Jules but I will once I see the Chief."
"Well Shawn, I'm afraid you might have a hard time with that…" she stated looking at the Chief's office to see Vick, Lassiter, and some stern looking man emerge from her office and huddle around the door.
"Spencer, Guster, O'hara, in my office," Karen commented. The mysterious guest followed Vick and Juliet back into the room with Gus a few steps behind. Lassiter seemed to fall in last and leaned in toward Shawn before he'd reached the door.
"James Johnson," Lassiter whispered, "Works for FBI." Shawn nodded as they all found their spots around the Chief's desk.
"Mr. Spencer," Vick began, "I know I told you that we wouldn't be needing you on this case but it seems…"
"Wait… Spencer; as in Shawn Spencer, the psychic. Don't bother we don't need his help."
"Oh, you have no idea," Shawn began to move his finger to his head and moving toward the man. Placing his hand on his shoulder, Shawn stated, "Mr. Johnson…can I call you James?"
"No," the man growled, taking Shawn's hand from his shoulder and flinging it to his side, "And it's Agent Johnson."
Shawn didn't seem deterred and continued on, "I know this is a high profile FBI case but…"
"Who told you that," he shouted, leaving accusatory glares at everyone in the room. Lassie played a good poker face and the man calmed back down.
"No one told me," Shawn stated, "That's what psychics do…we divine things."
Carlton tried hard not to laugh but was failing miserably.
"Well it's already been decided that you're on the case, Mr. Spencer," Karen commented, glancing at AGENT Johnson, willing him to argue it seemed.
"Fine," the man grumbled out, and Lassie could see a lot of himself in this agent, "But if he does anything to tamper with this investigation…or," a smile crept onto the man's face at this, "I prove that he's isn't in fact psychic. It won't be jail…it'll be federal prison."
Carlton grew nervous at that; he was aiding Shawn, if something happened, he would go to the federal prison too. He glanced at Shawn and the psychic rolled his eyes, clearly not buying it for a second while Guster looked panicked.
"So," Shawn started, rubbing his hands together, "Do I get to see the scene now then or…?"
