"Oh calm down Lassie," Shawn chastised, from the upstairs bedroom at the scene, "Nothing's gonna happen."

"Keep your voice down," Carlton hushed, "They could have bugged the house trying to catch you."

"Now you just sound paranoid," Shawn laughed, waving it off.

"No he's right Shawn," Gus butted in, "I don't want to go to Federal Prison, I didn't wanna go to jail but a Federal Prison is more than I can handle."

"And I've put dozens of people in prison," Lassiter added, "I wouldn't last a week in there."

"Guys we're not gonna get caught. They brought us in on the case because they wanted us to solve it, they aren't investigating us. He just meant that if it came up…which it won't. You need to stop panicking over nothing. Besides, I already checked and turned off the bugs around the house while you guys were looking around the outside for an entry point that the killer may have used."

"You already sweeped the house for bugs?" Lassie asked curiously.

"Did you find any?" Gus added curiously.

"I found six." Their eyes got wide at that when he added, "But I think they belonged to the home-owner and not James the FBI man because they were in really weird places where the FBI doesn't typically put things like that."

"Like where?" Lassie grumbled annoyed.

"Between two porn tapes in a secret room behind that bookcase above two racks of guns and grenades."

"What?" Gus shouted out before dropping down to a whisper, "Guns and grenades. You're joking right?"

"No…the secret door's right there," Shawn replied pointing to the area behind one of the bookcases.

"Seriously, a secret bookcase," Lassiter sighed, "What is this Scooby Doo?"

"If it was," Shawn began, "I would be both Shaggy and Fred because I am both suave and hungry, Lassie would be Scooby because they are both dogs with people-like qualities, and Gus would be Velma…the dweeby voice of reason."

"If anyone here is suave," Gus began, "It would most definitely be me."

"This is stupid," Lassiter grumbled, "Why would I be the dog. I'd be Skip; the buff cool one."

"That's Funky Phantom," Gus replied with a smirk.

"And if we're doing that one then Gus would be Mudsy the sexually confused Phantom," Shawn jested.

"No I wouldn't…I am not the Phantom." Gus hollered and soon the two began to play fight around the room, with Lassiter realizing his mistake of encouraging and decreasing the productivity of the situation.

"Can I help you with something?" A woman asked curiously as she came into the room, probably from hearing the screaming and arguing.

"Santa Barbara Police Department," Lassiter began, showing her his badge, "Head Detective Carlton Lassiter."

"Well hello," Gus flirted, instantly releasing Shawn and moving to greet the new guest.

"Who are you?" the woman asked and instantly Shawn was at his side.

"My name is Shawn Spencer, head psychic for the Santa Barbara Police Department and this is my partner Jonathon Muddlemore."

"I am not funky Phantom Shawn," Gus grumbled before turning to the girl and changing the tone of his voice, "That's not my name, its Guster, Burton Guster."

"Who are you?" Lassiter questioned curiously, annoyed at the game these two were playing; no one should be in the house since it's a live crime scene.

"My name is Josie McCoy, and I'm the…victim's daughter," she told them, wincing slightly at the word victim.

"Wow…Josie and the Pussycats now," Shawn smirked, "It's like a Saturday Morning Special."

"Shut up Shawn," Gus reprimanded, "She's clearly hurting." Gus moved to her and placed his arm around her to help "soothe" her.

"Oh I don't have time for this," Lassiter growled before turning to the woman, "I'm sorry about your father but you can't be at an active crime scene; I have to ask you to leave."

The woman glanced toward the bookcase door and narrowed her eyes in confusion before sighing and moving away from Gus.

"Of course, I'm sorry. It's just…I want to make sure that nothing was disturbed or anything. He was very particular about his things… and a bit anal retentive."

"We will try to keep it to a minimum miss," Lassiter assured before ushering her down the stairs and out of the house, Shawn watching the situation unfold from the bedroom balcony.