Disclaimer: They are not mine. I don't make profit from this.

Would be best if you have seen both shows ("Psych" and "Magnificent Seven") or at least know about the characters; If you don't, then you'll just miss the inside jokes.

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Part 1 "Nice to meet you"

Present year, one month ago, at a suburban neighborhood.

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Josiah Sanchez had been waiting to hear the knock at his door since Chris Larabee, head detective of the Four Corners P.D., called him that morning.

The retired cop often helped as a consultant due to his experience and capacity at profiling suspects.

Instead of a knock he heard the powerful thrum of a motorcycle approaching and he opened the door to greet his unexpected visitor.

Ezra was taking off his helmet when he heard the old man stepping out in the porch. He was very proud of his new wheels and wanted to show them to Josiah.

With a big grin he turned to the door. "So, what do you think, preacher?" he asked, using the big man's nickname.

The man leaned on the veranda's support and put his hand under his chin in a thinking pose. "Too flashy," he concluded seriously.

Ezra's smile widened. "You're just too old to appreciate this beauty," he said walking up to the not-so-old man and hugging him fiercely.

The clearing of a throat let Josiah know that Larabee had arrived at last.

Patting Ezra's back before completely releasing the young man, the older man turned to the officer.

"Mr. Sanchez," greeted the blond coldly. "Here are the reports that the chief sent for you." He handed a thick folder to the retired cop.

Ezra, in a second, analyzed the head of detectives with an arched brow; the hair and attitude made him think of the rude cop that had handcuffed him as a child.

Josiah took the folder and opened it to survey the files. Not noticing the quick scan that Ezra did to the papers as the ex-cop turned the pages.

Hurried steps announced the arrival of Larabee´s partner.

"Josiah!" a dark haired man called loudly and offered his hand to the best profiler he knew.

"Good to see you, Buck," laughed the older man, taking the offered hand in his strong grip. "Can I offer you a drink inside?" Josiah invited, gesturing towards his home.

Chris flinched almost imperceptibly.

Ezra noticed the flinch and stored the information unconsciously.

"We have to go back to the precinct," stated the blond.

Buck shrugged apologetically.

"Call us if you get something from the files."

"You are kidding, right?" Ezra exploded laughing. "It's been almost a month since those robberies… and the police still don't know?"

Josiah saw the anger building in Larabee´s eyes. "Ezra," he tried to warn, but it was too late.

"Pleeease," Ezra whined, "it was the manager!"

"He has an alibi," Buck pointed out. "His neighbor saw him at home that night."

Josiah searched, in the papers he had, for the alibi's statement.

Ezra almost rolled his eyes. "Well, the manager couldn't have done it alone"

"So his alibi was his accomplice?" Buck frowned. "But those two guys hate each other!"

"Wouldn't hurt to check it," said Josiah still reading.

"Guess not," Buck mumbled in acceptance.

"What? Because the kid says so?" snarled Larabee.

Ezra took a step closer to the detectives, "Ezra P. Standish, at your service" he said with a bow and the flourish of a hand.

"It's my advice," replied Josiah firmly, "and I'll like to be present when you talk with both of them, if it's not a problem with you, detective."

"Me too!" shouted Ezra with a big grin. To tease the cop was the natural thing for him to do, like getting Nathan in trouble, or doing the opposite of Maude's wishes.

"You," Chris growled pointing at the young man "this better work out or I'll arrest you for obstructing an investigation."

Josiah had had enough and rose to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest, effectively filling Chris's line of vision with his frame. "Would you arrest me too?" he growled.

Behind him Ezra mumbled quietly, "Oh, man. We are shaking in our sneakers and… sandals?"

He eyed his old friend's footwear with suspicion.

Buck coughed, suppressing his laugh as he had heard the young man's words. "Josiah, you have to understand that, well, we have just given you the files and…" he trailed off. He didn't want to attract the older man's fury.

The mustached man cleared his throat and asked Ezra, "Just tell us, how do you know?"

Ez climbed down the porch steps and looked innocently at the detectives. "It's in the papers."

Larabee frowned.

"Delivery, robbery… the dates" Ezra said as if that really explained all; for him it was obvious.

Chris took out his cuffs.

Ezra's eyes widened. //say something, say anything! // he thought.

"The… spirits told me?" //did I really just say that?!// he cringed; ready to bolt from the place.

Fortunately, Buck interfered with a cheery attitude. "You're a psychic?" he asked in awe.

"Of course he's not!" shouted Chris, annoyed.

"Why?" Ezra threw back, "because you say so?" He smirked. "You can't prove that I'm not."

Both men's green eyes narrowed stubbornly in a glare contest.

"I'll get the real robber and prove you're a fraud!" Chris vowed and stormed off.

"Good luck," Ezra taunted.

Buck turned his gaze from Chris's retreating form to the younger man and back to his partner. His face broke in the biggest grin Josiah had seen in a while.

Watching Buck sprint to join his partner in the car, Josiah turned to Ezra and shook his head disapprovingly. "The spirits told you?"

The young man shrugged. "It was the first thing that came to my mind… well, the third… first I had a déjà-vu of cuffs and police stations," he shuddered remembering the incident.

Josiah slapped him slightly on the head. "And the déjà-vu made you into a psychic? "The spirits told me" he mimicked. "It's the stupidest thing you could have said."

Ezra's eyes shined mischievously. "Well, I was going to say that aliens from outer space told me."

The ex-cop opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head again "Right. That would have been worse," he admitted.

Josiah stepped closer and seized the shorter man by the shoulders locking gazes with him. "Why didn't you just tell the truth!"

Ezra took a deep breath and looked at the clear blue eyes of his friend seriously. "He wouldn't have believed me…" before he smirked, "and the truth… is not this much fun!"

Josiah shook his head and went inside his home.

Ezra opened his arms, pleading innocence with his stance. "Hey, I never claimed to be a psychic. I just didn't deny being one!"

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That afternoon, in the news:

"Police investigators are now saying it was the store manager and his neighbor who masterminded the store robberies…"

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Next day, at the FCPD precinct

Larabee was sure that the psychic guy was a fraud, even after solving the robberies, but Buck Wilmington, his partner, had heard of psychics helping the FBI, so Buck thought that if Standish was a true psychic, he could help them with the hardest cases.

Knowing that convincing Chris about it was near impossible, Buck searched all he could about the kid's records, and went directly to the chief of police, Orin Travis, and convinced him of giving the young man a 30 day trial period to prove that he could be an asset to the department.

Travis had read the file the detectives had for Standish and recognized the other prominent name there. Orin trusted Josiah Sanchez's reputation as consultant and profiler.

So Travis agreed to give Ezra a chance and that was how the young man began his job as a psychic consultant.

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(to be continued)

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