Once again, she got up, knowing that she had to get back to the office so as to not to risk arousing any suspicion whatsoever. Shawn himself followed behind her half-ignoring the congratulations being offered by the few random bystanders who happened to have seen the whole thing. Ten minutes later they were back at the station, promising to call each other that night to actually discuss the details of the case.
As for Shawn, he went straight back to the Psych office, the office which they had kept all this time despite its uselessness in the past year for reasons of sentimentality, and storage. When he walked in the door he noticed two things: One, that it was so quiet he could hear the beating of his own heart and two, Gus was there sitting at his desk with a look so icy it could have frozen Mt. St. Helens in a matter of milliseconds.
"Shawn, where have you been? The Chief told me to touch base with you an hour ago."
"I've been around."
"Oh no, Shawn. You were with Juliet."
"And if I was? Gus, it was a year ago. She was in shock. Come on, let it go. Besides, bitterness looks pretty ugly on you anyway."
"I don't get you Shawn. Seriously tell me, how can you just pretend like everything's fine now?"
"Because it is Gus! I'm over it and you should be to."
Gus knew from years of experience as Shawn's best friend that it was pointless to argue past this point, so he decided to do the wise thing and change the subject.
"So anyway, the case the Chief just brought us in on, the one you haven't even bothered to open the case file for, is a murder investigation. A man named David Rankin was shot in front of his house this morning when he went out to get the mail. The initial assessments point to a drive-by, but the Chief doesn't want to leave any stone unturned."
"Alright. Let's start with the witnesses. Who do we got?"
"His wife and daughter saw the whole thing on their way home from school."
"Well, what are we waiting for let's go talk to them," Shawn said, as he grabbed Gus's keys from the key holder.
"Why are we taking my car Shawn," Gus whined as they both sat in their respective seats.
"Because you get better mileage than me," Shawn blurted as if he was stating the most obvious fact in the world.
"And whose fault is that? I told you to get the Focus, but you didn't listen. If you would have listened to me, you would have had at least five more miles…" Gus' rant was thankfully cut off by Shawn mid-sentence.
"Gus I can't do this with you right now. I need to focus. I have too many things vying for my attention as it is, and this isn't helping."
"Sorry," Gus muttered, obviously still frustrated.