"Churro?" Shawn asked, holding the snack to the man on his left.

"Get that out of my face," Lassiter grumbled, batting it away from him and turning to watch it fall on the center console, getting sugar in his cup holders. Lassiter growled and Shawn quickly grabbed the fallen snack.

"There's Guster," Carlton commented, looking up quickly as he spotted them leaving the restaurant.

"…and there's Josie," Shawn added, pointing through the windshield as the couple moved toward the blueberry.

Gus started the car and pulled away, Lassie waiting 20 seconds before following along behind.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Shawn asked curiously, trying to spot them six cars ahead and one lane to the left.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Lassiter asked curiously.

"Well I can't see what's happening up there?" Shawn reminded him, as though it were obvious.

"Neither can I!" Lassiter grumbled back annoyed beyond belief.

"Just stay close, we can't lose them," Shawn commanded, waving the half eaten Churro around in the air as though conducting a symphony.

"I feel like I've lost the lottery right now," Lassiter mumbled as he eyed his current "partner" and wished O'Hara was in the seat beside him.

They continued to follow him and ended up parking around the corner from his house, just close enough to see if someone was to come out.

"His house, really?" Shawn muttered exasperated.

"He moves fast doesn't he," Carlton commented, one eyebrow lifted.

"Not really, he just thinks he has game," Shawn shrugged before pointing to himself, "He's no me."

"You realize that it took you five years to get O'Hara," Carlton chastised.

"We aren't talking about me," Shawn chastised realizing that he was fighting a losing battle, looking at his lap to avoid Lassiter's sarcastic look of skepticism.

"Hey," Lassiter began, whacking Shawn on the shoulder, "Hey."

"What?" Shawn asked curiously, looking up.

"How does Guster typically attract girls?"

"He does some Larry quotes and hopes they stick," Shawn replied as though it were obvious.

"Larry?"

"From Three's Company?" Shawn replied in disbelief.

"Ohhhh, well does Larry chase them out that fast?"

"What?" Shawn asked curiously, looking up just in time to see her duck around a corner.

"Shit," Shawn yelled, jumping from the car and bounding up the stairs to Gus' apartment, Carlton just a couple steps behind.

"Gus?" Shawn shouted out as he bound through the open doorway, "Gus!"

"Shawn?" Gus called back curiously, his voice sounding as though it was coming from the kitchen, "Shawn?"

"Gus," Shawn shouted as he came through the doorway.

"She stabbed me," Gus grumbled out from the tile floor, his voice laced with anger and confusion. The blood was beginning to pool around his stomach and spread through the caulk valleys between the tiles.

"Don't worry buddy it'll be okay."

"I need an ambulance at 1353 West Maple…Apartment 4C," Lassiter called into radio before glanced down at the two on the floor, "You got this?"

"Find her?" Shawn shouted out annoyed. Carlton nodded and bounded out of the door, now on the hunt.

"How did you guys get here so fast?" Gus asked curiously from the ground, his best friend putting pressure on the wound.

"We were steaking it out."

"Why?"

"We thought she was the murderer…I guess we were right."