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On the way to Psych Guster had stopped by a nearby sandwich shop. Once parked Gus looked over Dez, who wasn't looking so good.
"Want me to grab something for you?" Thinking over what would sound good, her tummy finally decided. "Sourdough BLT with extra B." He gave her a look that said "Really?"
"Don't judge my adoration for bacon, I don't see you bugging Shawn about his pineapple obsession." Gus nodded at this and made a motion for her to stay while he climbed out. Dez smiled and instantly felt grateful that she had Gus around. Sure, Shawn was great, but he was never completely reliable in Dez's mind. Maybe she needed to amend her thinking when it came to Shawn. After all, he was in San Francisco right now, preparing to bring all her worldly goods back to Santa Barbara for her. She'd have to remember that. When he got back she was determined to spend some more time with him.
And she was eager to spend more time getting to know Juliet too. The woman took her work very serious, not a bad thing but it didn't give her much of a chance to get to know the up-and-coming detective. Speaking of detectives, she was wondering how long Lassiter was going to act like jerk and really hoped it was temporary. Thinking about him brought back the smell of coffee and scotch. Vaguely she remembered him smelling like scotch nearly every time they talked. Perhaps the issues between and his wife?… ex-wife?… weren't going so well.
The car door opened, interrupting her thoughts as Gus climbed in and handed her a bag containing her sandwich some chips and what smelled like a strawberry-pineapple smoothie.
"Did I ever tell you how terribly wonderful you are Gussie?" He was grinning at the praise, feeling quite good about himself and started the car. "I know!"
He was so smug. It was adorable.

They weren't at the office long when someone knocked and hesitantly stepped inside.
"Hello?" Dez was quickly on her feet. Aside from the case Chief Vick had them checking out, there was little for them to do. This was her first 'live' customer and she hoped to make a good impression.
"Can I help you?"
"I hope you can, my name's Robert and I have a very serious problem." Dez pointed Robert to the couch where he quickly sat down, poor guy looked like he hadn't had a decent nights rest in some time.
"I'm just gonna say it and please don't think I'm crazy… I think I'm haunted!" He cried out. Gus was on the edge of his seat, looking like he was all ears.
"What makes you say that?" asked Dez. She didn't believe in the supernatural at all but this guy looked like he really needed some kind of help.
"Something keeps moving my furniture around and breaking things, it always smells like perfume when no one's even around."
Gus frowned in thought. "Has it tried to contact you?"
"No… Whoever or whatever it is hasn't spoken to me" Robert groaned putting his head in his hands.
"What about asking the Police for help?" Questioned Gus once more.
Robert nodded. "Tried that and there was nothing they could do."
"Have you tried moving away?" Queried Dez. "Maybe your house is haunted?"
Groaning louder, more frustrated he shook his head. "I tried that but it followed me all the way from San Francisco."
"Maybe it likes you." Tried Gus.
"I seriously don't think so…" He pulled at the collar on his shirt to reveal purple bruises around his neck. "I think it tried to kill me!"
Frowning, Dez took a closer look, the bruises looked pretty real to her.
"We'll take the case!" Said Gus and Dez in unison. "Thank goodness!" Robert stood up to shake both their hands, after writing down his address they agreed to meet him in a few hours.

As soon as Robert left Gus was rushing to gather things and pack.
"What are you doing?" Questioned Desirae as she went through the stuff. Magnifying glass, cameras and other objects she didn't recognize. "Packing all the necessary objects we'll need for finding this ghost."
"I thought you didn't believe in this kind of stuff…" Gus glanced around and Dez grabbed his arm moving them to the couch. "Come on Gus what's going on?" He dropped his voice to a whisper, still glancing around.
"Ok I never told this to anyone but I was twelve, it was late at night I heard someone and it wasn't the TV or radio it was coming from the walls. I heard a voice that told me that the house was built on an old Indian burial ground."
Dez frowned. This sounded oddly familiar. Gus continued his story.
"She said she was sad because she died many moons ago and was trapped between worlds. When I asked her, her name she said… 'My name is Wilt-"
"Wilting Flower, I died without knowing love, will you be my friend?" Dez finished for him.
Guster looked like he was about to cry. "How did you know that? I never told that to anybody!"
Shaking her head she stood up. "That was Shawn! He came to me one day telling me how he pulled this awesome prank on you, I figured he would tell you the truth so I never said anything."
Gus wasn't pleased by this, he stood up and grabbed his backpack. "I'm so having a word with your brother!" Patting his back they headed to the Blueberry.
They were on their way to Roberts when Desiraes phone went off, glancing to the caller ID she wondered why her dad was calling.
"Hey dad, what's up!" She answered.
"Would you care to explain why Shawn is in San Francisco and why you are going around acting like a Psychic for the Police?"
"Shawn is getting my things from my old place and in exchange I'm helping out with Psych." She bet Henry was pacing back and forth in confusion.
"Why couldn't you go and get your things? Is it because of Zack?"
Dez didn't answer, going silent instead. "Dezzy, sweetheart, what happened?"
He must have been desperate to know if he was calling her Dezzy.
"Look dad, can we talk about this later? I'm on my way to go help someone out right now, so I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Dez pulled the phone away from her ear pressing the end-call button, she could hear her father calling her name before it went silent.
Gus glanced over like he wanted to say something but decided it wasn't his place.
"So how does this usually go?" Desirae inquired after a few minutes of silence.
"How does what go?" Gus looked confused.
"The whole psychic thing. I obviously can't just… I dunno, say 'whatever' without some psychic theatrics, right?" He shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to answer it. "I don't know. I mean, there's no right or wrong way to act like a psychic. I suppose maybe a little embellishing to make it believable. All up to you."
Great, it was down to acting. Dez remembered that class in school and she was horrible at it. She never had a problem getting up on a stage and dancing, she always lost herself in the music and movements too much to feel embarrassed and it always helped her focus.
That's it! Digging through her purse she pulled out her IPod and her bulky yellow headphones. She slipped the headphones over her hair, letting it hang from her neck and smirked at Gus. "I think I got an idea."

Desirae only had to knock once and the door quickly opened, Robert ushered them in and led them to what seemed like the front room but it was cluttered by paintings and supplies. The smell of paint was comforting to her, taking another deep breath she could smell the perfume that Robert mentioned, it definitely belonged to a lady.
"Last weekend I found all of my paintings upside down" Robert explained as he watched Gus walked around with a strange piece of equipment that started beeping all of a sudden. "I think I found something! There's something over here!" Dez stood by his side. When a draft washed over her she glanced up.
"I think it's the air vent." She said with a whisper, Gus made a face at her before walking away.
"So these paintings are all done by you?" She asked Robert who nodded.
"I've been trying to get ready for a show." He replied.
Glancing around she saw there was too much clutter in the room that it was becoming difficult to filter through what was important and what wasn't.
Slipping on her headphones she shuffled through her list of music before finally choosing an Enya song. She closed her eyes and hummed along. Everything around her was already memorized in her head so she let herself sway around the room. There had to be something that would really stand out.
A framed picture with someone's face marked with an X. She saw it clearly in her mind it didn't seem like Robert would really do that to his pictures. Perhaps an angry ex?
"I see something!" She spoke out loud, opening her eyes, her arms swaying side to side along with her hips. "Pictures, they're showing me lots of pictures."
Robert looked around in thought. "I have a photo album." He pointed to the nearby shelf, she shimmied her way over to the shelf and picked up a black album. Taking a brief second to glance through the pictures.
"I feel something… She's here! Oh such an angry spirit!" No one was able to question her when she suddenly spun around in a circle and took off down the hallway.
When Gus and Robert found her in the bedroom she dropped the book as if it had burned her hands, slipping off her headphones she sighed softly. "She's gone…"
Robert let out a cry of frustration and sat down on his bed. "Why is it doing this to me?" And then Robert began to cry, Dez and Gus looking very uncomfortable.
She motioned for Gus to comfort him but he shook his head and motioned that Dez should instead. Hands on her hips she glared at him before motioning once more to comfort him. If Gus had a list of things Desirae was really good at it would be getting her way. She must have inherited her glare from Henry, with a resigned sigh he slowly sat down next to Robert and rested a hand on his shoulder. He was only doing this because it was her first time, next time someone was crying she would be doing the comforting.

Once Robert regained his composure he took them to the front room.
"I think you guys should stay the night, in case the ghost comes back. That way you'll be able to catch it and find out what it wants!"
Desirae didn't really like the idea of staying at some strangers place but she figured with Gus protecting her they might be able to ease Robert's worry.
"Sure, we can do that." He look so relieved. "Oh thank you! The couch pulls out into a bed and I'll go grab some spare blankets." He left looking relieved.
"So what have you got so far?" Asked Gus.
"I think it's most likely an ex girlfriend…" Sitting on the couch she pulled at some hair stuck to it. "A redhead… The perfume Robert was smelling was probably hers as well."
Gus seemed a bit skeptical. "How can you tell?"
She pointed to the black album that she'd brought back from the bedroom.
"All the pictures of Robert have an X on his face, also seen with a redhead. Definitely an ex. I know whereof I speak." She sounded a tiny bit menacing to Gus just then, so he didn't question it.
"So should we tell Robert?" Asked Gus
Dez shook her head. "Not a very psychic thing to do. Plus I'm not one hundred percent sure it is the ex. I think maybe we should talk to her first, if it is her, and resolve it ourselves."
Robert had returned with blankets and pillows. Gus and Desirae thanked him and said goodnight as he headed to his bedroom. Gus took the recliner leaving the couch for Dez. "So how's your head feeling?"
The headache she had been trying to ignore was now screaming for attention.
"My head feels like a piñata and Shawn is trying to crack it open with a bat."
Gus winced. "Well, it if does crack, I call dibs on the tootsie rolls."
Dez was giggling now. "Sure thing Gussie, oh and goodnight." With that Gus turned off the light.
"Night Desirae."

When Dez opened her eyes she was surprised to find herself at the police station, it was empty and dark except for one lone light that shone from a familiar desk with a very familiar figure sitting at it. Her moves felt sluggish but eventually she made her way over.
"Lassiter?" She called out and he shifted in his seat. His elbows rested on the desk, he was staring down at… nothing?
"See something interesting?" She joked, still he said nothing, although he did glance up.
He looked so… angry, so defeated.
Breathing in caused her to cough, she could smell smoke and suddenly the station was full of smoke.
"F-fire! Carlton we need to leave!" She moved around the desk to grab his arm but he pushed her away.
"I don't need your help Spencer." The smoke was getting thicker and her eyes began to burn.
"Please let me help you! The buildings on fire, let's go!" She tried once more but was pushed away, this time she fell but she never hit the floor. She kept falling, further away, the smoke kept getting thicker and the last thing she saw before everything went black was Lassiter and his desk going up in flames.
Hands were on her shoulders shaking her. "Dez! Dez wake up, there's a fire!"
She woke up screaming Lassiter's name and shot up from the couch. She realized Guster was yelling about a fire. Remembering seeing a fire extinguisher in the kitchen she moved from the couch to get it, when she returned Gus quickly took it from her and began to put out the flames.
Robert ran in, saw the damage, and while he was very upset he was also thankful towards Desirae and Guster. "I could have died… if you guys weren't here." Taking one more look he threw his hands up in frustration.
"I just wish I knew why it was doing this, why does it want me dead?"
Dez patted the couch seat for Robert to sit down. "Robert look at me." He did but he look extremely confused as he wiped at his upper lip. "You uh have something on your…" He wiped at his lip again.
Dez looked at Gus hoping to get a better answer, it didn't help when he started laughing loudly.
"Looks like Robert's ghost left you a gift." He giggled.
Obviously those two weren't going to give her a straight answer so she got up and headed to the bathroom. "You have got to be kidding me!"
There on her upper lip was a thin French mustache, done with a black sharpie. Obviously as no amount of scrubbing would remove it. When she returned to the front room and glared at both men.
"How am I supposed to go around looking like this?"
"Maybe you'll start a new fashion statement." Said Gus as he got up to check around the house. He wasn't gone long and came over to Dez who was still rubbing at her lip.
"I just checked all the doors and windows and everything is locked up, no one could have gotten in to start the fire." He whispered in her ear. By the tone of his voice he obviously thought it really was a ghost who had done this.
"Gus I don't think I was the only one who the ghost messed with… stay here."
Looking around the table by the paint she grabbed a paper napkin and returned to Gus and pressed the napkin to his forehead.
She pulled it back to show Gus. "Looks like you've been SWAKed" She chuckled but he didn't look amused. Robert looked confused. "Sealed With A Kiss." Dez explained to Robert.
"How do I know it wasn't you?" Gus accused.
"Does it look like I'm wearing lipstick? Only thing I wear on my lips is chocolate balm and its see-through."
Dez sighed and glanced around. Windows and doors locked like Gus said, so how did the ex get inside to set fire, paint a mustache and a kiss?
"Robert are you going to be fine on your own for awhile?" Asked Dez as she gathered her stuff, putting it in her purse. Robert nodded slowly. "I should probably try and clean up the mess."
So while Robert started to clean up, Dez and Gus headed out. Time to have a talk with a certain ex.