A/N: An update finally! This fic is being a little bugger; it keeps hitting me with writer's block. However now that we're close to the end hopefully the block will go away. So! Having said that, you may have noticed that in a lot of my fics Shawn tends to get beat on quite a bit.

Repetitive? Yes.

Do I care? A little bit.

Shawn whumpage is my anti-drug, and worried! Lassie is my sedative. The combination of the two just make me melt into this unidentifiable goo I like to call 'fan girl soup.' It's delicious and I can't get enough of it! With that that said I happily encourage you to move on and read the chapter! Enjoy and as always please review!

~Matilda

Googl'n' Gunshots

Late afternoon was always a busy time for the station, when Shawn, Gus and Lassiter walked in it was unsurprising that uniforms were everywhere, answering phones and taking calls. Jules in particular was at her desk and looked a little more than stressed. When she lifted her head and saw 'the boys' come in- she didn't greet them in the usual way of a smile and a 'hey!' instead she greeted them by shooting straight up in her desk and leaning forward with her palms pressed firmly on the desk top.

"Where have you been all day? !"

The three men exchanged guilty looks and immediately started running in circles.

"Well Lassie was sleeping – Gus and I were-"

"We went for a drive to clear our heads, before heading back to the office for lunch."

"Only lunch went a little long because we decided last minute to do take out then-"

"Then I showed up there because I wanted to see if Spencer had done anything while I was sleeping – get new details, sing a song, do a dance, try the hokuspokus.."

"On my desk..."

"Unfortunately! I didn't get anything too juicy until a little earlier on. The spirits were loud, not entirely clear but I got the gist of it. My hunch rests heavily on the sister. They were different, very different – turns out she's a self proclaimed psychologist. Keeping today's teens on the 'straight' path. A little too preachy for my taste, but I can't really say much of anything on the matter. You're talking to the psychic who recently discovered his man love for Jason Segel."

Lassie's ears perked a bit; admittedly he was suddenly a little jealous. "Who?"

"An actor." Shawn explained. "A really tall and dorky but still incredibly adorable actor, I don't have a chance in hell with him though. However that's okay by me – I IMDB'd him months ago and the man loves puppets. A lot. I don't think I can handle quirks like that. Not puppets anyway." Shawn shivered a bit.

"Shawn's hated puppets ever since he got the chicken pox." Gus explained. "He got them later in life, 12, had nightmares that entire week of Kermit the Frog trying to eat him."

"It could very well happen!" Shawn defended himself – Lassiter caught himself suppressing a chuckle.

"We're losing focus." Jules shot in then. "Okay so more on the sister, she's – a psychologist you said?"

"Self proclaimed." Shawn corrected. "No formal training, no fancy diplomas."

"Okay, so she's on our suspect list now." Juliet looked a bit pleased by this. "Along with Marcus Tuly, and Peter Katrall."

"Who are both innocent." Shawn said. "Well, innocent enough. Peter's still in for that assault charge, but he didn't kill anybody."

"We're not dropping their names quite yet." Lassiter argued.

"I'm alright with that." Gus said. "I still say we're wasting time right now, are we calling in Kayla?"

"Yes." Juliet said. "We'll ask her about the psychology; see if it had anything to do with her brother."

"Sounds good." Shawn said, and he turned a bit to look at Lassiter. "I on the other hand – would like to see the body."

"What? Why?" Gus was against it, he really didn't want to see a dead Shawn clone. It was still iffy with him.

"I want to see if I can pick up any vibes off him, see what he was thinking. Maybe identify a killer that way."

"I don't see why not." Juliet said then.

"The photos weren't enough?" Lassiter asked. "You did steal them from me remember?"

"I gave them back." Shawn said. "Nothing really screamed at me in the pictures, the spirits think I need to take a more direct approach."

"Alright fine." Lassiter grumbled. "O'Hara call Kayla back, get her here. I'll be escorting Spencer to the morgue." As he said this, he reached into his desk and pulled out a freshly pressed tie. Shawn saw this and started laughing.

"Wait – hold on." Shawn demanded immediately. "You keep a spare tie in your desk? !"

Lassiter froze in place and blinked...This was a bad thing? "Uh – yes?"

Gus actually shook his head a bit, and Juliet who already knew this about Lassiter just added in innocently.

"What happened to the tie you were wearing before?" She didn't notice the silk peeking up from under Shawn's t-shirt collar.

Shawn's face cracked in a wide, open mouthed grin – but he didn't say anything, he just revelled in the way the first tie was still secure around his neck. Gus took in another deep breath and kept shaking his head. The back of Lassiter's ears went really red; he decided to change the subject. "Spencer. The morgue."

"Right!" Shawn was on board and wasted no time in following the detective, even though he was still grinning from ear to ear.

The four split up, Shawn and Lassiter left for the morgue, and Gus not really sure which way to go ended up following Juliet.

"This whole case is messing with my head." Juliet admitted suddenly, she grabbed a pile of papers and started moving them into a file folder.

"It'll be over soon." Gus promised. The two shared a look.

"What does Shawn think of this whole case anyway?" Asked Juliet then. "I haven't seen much of him since the warehouse."

"I honestly don't know." Gus said. "He's treating it like any other case, but there's something he's not saying."

"He does keep a tight seal on his emotions." Juliet agreed. "Maybe he's scared."

"Or distracted."

"Distracted? Is everything alright with him?"

Gus took a second to remember what he nearly caught Shawn and Lassiter doing back at the office. Inwardly he shivered. "Oh I'm guessing he's just great."

"You sound a little put off though." Juliet said lightly. "Are you okay with this case?"

"Oh I'm fine." Gus promised. "Shawn's been pulling most of the weight on our end."

"Yeah, same. I'm actually surprised Carlton took a break today."

"Shawn talked him into it I'm pretty sure."

"Yeah another thing, what on earth is happening with those two?"

"You don't know?" Gus teased a bit. "You seriously don't know?"

"Oh I know." Juliet nodded a bit. "It's kind of hard not to know, it's the how that's bothering me. Those two...I mean those guys...I don't even know."

"Strangely perfect?" Gus offered quietly. "It's making Shawn happy, that's all I care about."

Juliet flashed him a brilliant smile. "You're such an amazing friend."

Gus blushed. "Oh well, thanks I guess...You're pretty...Well obviously pretty, but you – you're great yourself."

A moment of silence stretched between them, the fact Gus had just called Juliet pretty didn't go missed, and Juliet blushed a bit whilst clearing her throat and pulling on her shirt collar. The next time the two spoke they spoke at the same time before running off in different directions.

"I have to call in Kayla." -
"I have to go to my other job."

It was an incredibly awkward moment between the two, but not as awkward as the way Shawn felt when he got his first real close up of Derek Atkinson. Shawn decided it was like looking into a mirror – only dead. It was a little chilling, but admitting that would be admitting that his dad was right about he felt about this whole case. So as casually as he could, Shawn shrugged it off.

"Well..." Shawn said lightly; he then thought for a second. "That's pretty, yup. No questions here. He was definitely stabbed."

Lassiter who was standing at the end of the table face palmed. "We know -anything else you'd like to throw in?"

"I'm working on it." Shawn responded just a little on the defensive. He was standing on the side of the table, looking straight down on Derek's face. Oh staring longer didn't make it any better. Shawn was sure that if he stared too long he would start imagining it was indeed him. "Lassie could you leave me alone for a minute?"

"What? Why?" Lassiter was back at attention.

"I need complete silence, god love you for it, but your breathing is a little distracting. I'll knock when I'm done; I just need a few minutes alone."

"Alright." Lassiter threw his hands up a bit in surrender before stepping out of the room. As soon as he was gone Shawn went to work, he looked good and hard at Derek taking in every detail he could find. He noticed a few things – obvious things; defensive wounds on his wrist, a scrape on his knee, a bend in his toe from breaking it, possibly years ago. Nothing was really screaming at him, until he focused in on Derek's hand. It was very faint, almost completely gone – a faded tan line on Derek's ring finger.

"Oh precious..." Shawn imitated Gollum even though there was no one around to listen; he leaned in closer to Derek's hand. Up close like this there were no questions in Shawn's mind now. Now to shamefully milk it!

Shawn went back to where he was originally standing, and took a second to mentally brace himself for his 'psychic' discovery. He started to force himself to breathe heavily, shaking his legs and waving his fingers around erratically. "Something's happening!" Shawn yelled as loud as he could. "Lassie! Lassie!"

Lassiter had heard the scream from a few feet away, and he panicked. He came bursting back into the room with his gun drawn. For some reason he was expecting to see Shawn getting attacked or kidnapped, none of these were the case. Instead Shawn was flailing around wildly, Lassiter lowered his gun and clicked the safety back on just as Shawn did a dramatic twirl towards the detective and landing in a lean against his chest. "I can see it." Shawn whimpered.

Protectively Lassiter rested a hand on Shawn's arm. "What is it? What do you see?" He had never been so compliant with Shawn's 'visions' before. He still didn't completely believe him, but hey – if they worked they worked. "Shawn?"

"Derek." Shawn took the opportunity to nuzzle himself into Lassiter's chest. "He was married."

Lassiter frowned, "No he's not."

"Yes he was!" Shawn argued immediately, he stood up then to face Lassiter directly. Lassiter felt the loss of Shawn no longer leaning on him, oddly depressing, but right now they had more important things to discuss.

"Shawn, I've pulled up everything I could about this man the second I found out who he was. There's no record of him ever being married."

"But he was, Lassie I swear it. When you talk to Kayla, ask her. Derek Atkinson was previously attached to someone."

Lassiter sighed and holstered his gun. "I'm having a hard time believing you." He grumbled. "How could he possibly be married? Forgive me for saying so, but aside from the fact there's no marriage licence to be pulled up, from everything I've gathered from him – he wasn't exactly Mr. Monogamy."

"Maybe he wasn't married." Shawn said. "I'm seeing a union though." He clasped his hands together. "Two people making promises to each other, to stay strong and true to the other. An engagement maybe, however there's no ring to speak of, so I'm guessing that stage is passed. A messy break up, where there's a messy break up..."

"There's an angry ex." Lassiter finished. "Okay." He was on board with Shawn's idea. "I will get back to Kayla, and see what she has to say."

"Good!" Shawn smiled, and the two left back for the station. By the time they got there, Kayla was in the interrogation room. She looked rather stoic and was drumming her fingers against the table top impatiently.

"Ms. Atkinson." Lassiter greeted. "Welcome back."

"Have you found who did it yet?" Kayla wasted no time in cutting to the chase.

"No." Lassiter said. "There are a few loose ends; I was hoping you could answer a few more questions."

"Like?"

"Tell me about your brother's love life."

"Excuse me? !" Kayla was offended. "What the hell does his love life have to do with getting murdered?"

"You tell me." Lassiter crossed his arms. "You tell me about his love life, also tell me all about your life's work as a 'psychologist'. Don't forget to somehow mention that despite you and your brother's differences, it still wasn't motivation for you to stab him."

"If I stabbed him, I wouldn't have given you my finger prints." Kayla pointed out.

"Alright fine, now his love life. Anything recent?"

"No one I know of." Kayla said... "Except for Brad."

"There's a Brad?"

"There was a Brad." Kayla concluded. "They weren't anything serious; at least Derek said they weren't. Brad was emotional, and clingy. He honestly believed Derek would be by his side forever. He even bought a stupid ring. Derek told him over a hundred times he was polyandrous. I think he took the stupid ring just to shut Brad up."

"Did he wear the ring?"

"Sometimes. When he was out with Brad. Never at home, and he didn't bring it with him to Santa Barbara."

"You said Brad was emotional."

"A fucking Baby." Kayla shook her head. "We haven't heard from him in months though. He finally got the idea Derek wasn't just his when he caught Derek sleeping with some waitress from Denny's."

Lassiter revelled in that answer a bit. This information was new and juicy. He loved it. Scorned by love? It seemed like a great motivation for murder to Lassiter. However there was still a problem. "Brad doesn't live in Santa Barbara does he?"

Kayla just shook her head. "He doesn't I'm afraid, sorry boss." She gave a casual shrug and Lassiter had to keep from snarling at the girl.

"May I at least know Brad's full name?"

"Brad Donavan." Kayla answered.

Lassiter thought about that for a second, out of habit his eyes slid up to the mirror where he knew O'Hara would be watching, probably with Shawn and Gus. He wasn't getting anything more from Kayla so he decided to wrap it up. "Alright Ms. Atkinson we're done here for now – you can head back to your hotel."

"Gladly!" Kayla huffed and she stood following Lassiter's lead. "You'll still call me after you find anything?"

"Of course." Lassiter kept formal.

They made their back into the main part of the station where Shawn and the others were already waiting. Kayla saw Shawn but didn't make anything of it; he already proved to her that he was working on the case –it was old news this point. Her attention turned then to the other detective who greeted Kayla with a handshake.

"Thank you so much for coming in Ms. Atkinson."

"Oh." Kayla put on a bit of a smile for Juliet. "It was no problem; I'm in Santa Barbara for as long as the police need me."

"That's great!" Shawn suddenly piped in, and he then lowered his voice speaking directly to Kayla. "I'm sorry if this questioning period got a little personal, I saw Derek's ring in my mind – and I encouraged detective Lassiter here to see if it meant anything important regarding the case."

"Oh it's not a problem." Kayla smiled. "You keep up the good work Prof. X."

"Ha!" Shawn showed signs of Glee. "X-mean reference – love it!"

"Right, well I'm off." Kayla turned her attention to everyone else. "I'll see you all later I guess." She turned on her heel and made for the exit, McNab had been coming from the opposite direction and the two bumped shoulders. "Sorry." Kayla said lightly, and he kept on walking. McNab just offered the others a friendly wave before moving on to another uniform to share a few words.

"I think Gus and I are going to head out." Shawn announced then. "Regroup at Psych, call you as soon as anything pops up."

"Sounds good." Juliet said. "I have some more paper work to do anyway."

"And I have to go to the chief for permission before I try pulling anything up on Brad Donavan." The four again split up, and going to the chief was the first thing Lassiter did.

"It's a stretch." The chief argued with him. "According to Kayla Atkinson's statements it's been months since they've had contact with him."

"Spencer's vision was right though." Lassiter argued, and this caused the chief to raise a brow. "Spot on, our victim was engaged to him and also according to the statement he was emotional."

"Lots of people are emotional, it's not enough."

Shot down.

"It's no good." Lassiter grumbled a bit when he sat back down at his desk. "She's right it's a stretch."

"Seems like another wall." Juliet agreed. "What do you think we should do now?"

Lassiter held in an aggravated sigh. "I'll get back to you on that one."

Shawn and Gus weren't having any more luck. They went back to Psych to do some digging of their own. It seemed Brad Donavan was an upstanding citizen.

"Nadda." Shawn sighed. "There's no way its him." He leaned back in his chair. "Google is only good so many times."

Gus had to laugh; here they were back in their office searching someone up. "Dejavu." Gus commented. "I think we should call it a day."

"No we're just getting started!" Said Shawn, "Come sit. Google with me. Think with me."

Gus made a face and then shrugged. "Maybe, but I have a bottle of water in the car. I'm going to grab it." He stretched his arms a bit and headed out.

He wasn't gone for five seconds before he came back in a slow crawl, Shawn blinked. "Gus?"

"Uh, sorry dude." Gus just shook his head and stepped to the side, revealing Kayla who had been walking behind him with a gun pointed. She motioned the gun between Gus and a chair. "Sit."

"Man!" Shawn spoke up then, and he stood. "I knew it! Damn this is bad timing!"

"Shut up!" Kayla ordered. "Get up, hands over your head – go stand by your friend."

Shawn didn't do as he was told, not at first. He looked Kayla over fully, taking in the gun. He recognized it immediately. He didn't see that gun nearly as many times as he saw Lassie's but he recognized it none the less. "Hey that's McNab's! How did you...?" He then remembered who she brushed by on the way out of the station and he seethed a bit. "Sneaky..little..." He shook his head.

"Hey!" Kayla snapped. "Were you not listening to me? Get over there and stand next to your friend now!"

"Hmm..." Shawn started walking to stand next to Gus. "How do we know you're not bluffing with that thing?"

Kayla just cocked her head and fired two warning shots. They were loud; it forced Shawn and Gus to put their hands over their ears.

"You just had to keep digging didn't you?" Kayla snapped. "You couldn't just leave this an open case; no instead you keep calling me and calling me!"

"Well that is how an investigation works." Shawn pointed out. "You can't just kill people and hope for the best."

"Shut up!" Kayla didn't fire another shot instead she marched right over to them both and used the butt of the gun to knock Gus out cold. Gus made a pathetic little 'oof' before slumping in his chair. This did not fare well with Shawn.

"Gus!" Shawn hollered and on instinct he moved to be closer to his friend, however Kayla stopped him with another motion from her gun.

"Leave him!" She ordered. "You're coming with me!"

Shawn didn't say anything, he just clenched his jaw and followed Kayla – Gus would be alright. He was just knocked out. He followed Kayla outside, Kayla hiding the gun under her shirt. "Try to run and I'll kill you where you stand." Kayla told him. "Throw your phone."

"My phone?" Shawn repeated.

"Yes, your phone." Kayla said more sternly. "Take it out of your pocket, and throw it."

Shawn cursed to himself, but he did as he was told. Kayla then motioned to a little silver pathfinder parked near the Psych office. "Get in."

Shawn wasn't sure where they were going; he just hoped that someone figured it out soon. He had a feeling that if Kayla had her way, he'd end up like Derek.

Back at the station Lassiter was on edge, he had a good amount of paper work to do and not enough time to do it. He was sitting down at his desk and getting ready to stay there a good 3-4 hours, McNab walked by then looking a little distressed. "Detective Lassiter?"

"McNab?"

"Have you seen my gun?"

Lassiter blinked. "Why would I have seen it? You didn't draw it did you?"

"Not exactly...I just can't find it."

That couldn't be good, McNab was a little disorganized but he's never lost his gun before. Lassiter racked his brain for a second and it took a few seconds, but he finally remembered that Kayla had 'bumped' into the cop on her way out the door.

"Son of a bitch!" Lassiter grumbled, everything clicked – Shawn had been right. What's worse, is just as Lassiter came to the conclusion the dispatcher sounded off with reports of a shot being fired, the address? Psych.

"Carlton!" Juliet was up first. "That's Shawn's office, we have to go!"

Lassiter didn't need to be told twice; he was up and running along with O'Hara. They raced across town in his cruiser being followed closely by a few police cars. The door to Psych was still wide open when they skidded to a halt by the front entrance. Lassiter and O'Hara along with a few uniforms moved in formation, Lassiter was the first one inside aiming his gun in all directions. The only thing he saw was Guster knocked out. No Shawn. This made Lassiter extremely nervous, involuntarily he swallowed before yelling out. "Clear!"

The others slipped inside then, Juliet didn't hold back her gasp when she saw Gus knocked out and she ran straight to him and kneeling down to examine his head. "Gus - Gus!"

Gus started to stir a bit, he could hear Juliet – she was calling him. "Hmmm?" His eyes started to open, and the eyes he woke up to were wide and bright, and filled with concern. A warm fluffy feeling started to fill his chest; he almost smiled if he hadn't immediately remembered Shawn and Kayla. "Damn..." Gus started to stand.

"No!" Juliet stopped him. "Don't move! Sit down; tell us what happened – are you alright?"

"Peachy." Gus lied. "We can't stay here, Kayla has Shawn I think...She had a gun."

"We know." Lassiter said, he wasn't handling this whole missing Shawn scenario. It had happened before, and even then Lassiter had had trouble concentrating – and now that feelings were involved...oh boy. "Do you have any idea where she might be taking him?"

Gus winced, his head really hurt but he had to think. Juliet lightly touched a hand to his head in a soothing manner – he really appreciated that. "I really don't..." Oh but he did. "Davis Tuly." Gus said then.

"That old man?" Lassiter grumbled a bit. "How?"

"They were involved." Gus winced again. "Kayla and him – I know the address."

"Tell me."