"Good morning, good morning," Shawn exclaimed loudly as he entered the Santa Barbara Police station. "Hey Sal, Mike," he greeted a couple of busy police officers as he walked past them. He smiled and stepped over to a nearby desk "Hey Anita, you're looking lovely today," he complimented. The woman on the phone waved hand at him but barely looked up from her desk. "Ookay," Shawn said at the brush off.

Not one to be discouraged, he spun round and strode over to Juliet's desk. "Beautiful day, don't you think?" He asked her.

"Hmm?" She hummed as she read a report.

"Sun's shining Jules."

She frowned and looked up at him, "This is Santa Barbara, doesn't the sun usually shine here?"

"Yes well, it's shinier than normal," he explained. She rolled her eyes and went back to her report. "Looks busy around here," he commented as his eyes scanned the large room. Officers were rushing around with papers and folders in their hands and phones were constantly ringing.

"Yeah," Juliet answered distractedly.

"You wouldn't possibly need my help, would you?" Shawn's eyes focused on the report she was reading. "The Peterson case maybe?"

She looked up with surprise, "How did you know about that? The press doesn't even know yet."

"When are you going to stop being surprised at my psychic abilities Jules?" He shook his head.

"Where's your shadow, Spencer?" A voice asked from behind him.

Shawn rolled his eyes as he leant on the edge of Juliet's desk, "Me and Gus aren't joined at the hip Lassie… In fact he encourages as much time apart as possible."

"Figures," Lassie sat back down at his desk. "I'm surprised he manages to last as long as he does with you."

"And what it that supposed to mean?" Shawn asked with mock indignation.

"It means I've already spent too much time with you today."

"Well I was going to help you solve the Peterson case, but I might just keep my psychic vibes to myself now."

"Please do," Lassiter retorted.

"Fine," Shawn folded his arms across his chest and moved away from the desks. "But you'll regret it," he added. He only walked a couple of steps before he stopped and turned back around.

"What?" Juliet asked. She, who normally enjoyed Shawn's dramatics wasn't in the mood for it today. The Peterson case was a complicated one with lots of witnesses, suspects, evidence and theories and Shawn's distractions weren't helping.

"I'm waiting for you to say 'No Shawn! Don't go! We need your brilliant mind to solve the case for us! You're my hero'," he said in a high pitched girly voice

"How many times do I have to tell you I don't talk like that?" She asked in annoyance.

"At least once more," he smiled.

"Mr. Spencer!" A familiar voice shouted. "Stop distracting my detectives before I arrest you for obstruction of justice!" Vick shouted across the room.

"Come on Chief!" Shawn made his way to her. "Can't I help?"

Karen placed her hands on her hips and gave Shawn a stern look, "If we needed you, we would have called you. Please stop trying to worm your way onto cases because you're bored. I might just accidentally forget to call you next time we do need you." She threatened with as raise of her eyebrow.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Shawn knew when he'd lost a fight and backed down. "Okay." He held up his hands in surrender. "I get it, you don't need me."

"Or want you," Lassiter added.

"But you'll call if you change your mind?" He asked hopefully.

Lassiter snorted, "Don't hold your breath"

Shawn sighed. He'd been hoping to get on the case but it didn't seem like they were budging on this one. His shoulders slumped and he slowly trudged out of the police department, ignoring the smug face that he knew would be on Lassiter's face. He stepped outside and looked up. The beautiful sunshine that was there when he'd entered the building had disappeared behind dark grey clouds and it looked like it was about to rain any second.

"Great," he mumbled. He hated to ride his bike in the rain. He trudged down the steps and made his way to his bike just before the heavens opened on him.

"Gus!" Shawn shouted as he entered the Psych office. He was completely drenched from the rain and was hoping that his best friend could cheer him up. He could swear he'd left some pineapple cake in the mini-fridge and that cake had his name on it. "Gus!" He shouted again.

"What!" Gus snapped.

Shawn stopped and turned to his glaring friend. "Everything okay?" He asked.

"No it's not okay…are you wet? Stop dripping everywhere."

"I can't help the dripping Gus." He moved towards the mini-fridge and yanked the door open. There was an empty shelf where he'd left the cake. "Hey, did you eat the cake?"

"Yes I ate the cake," Gus admitted sans guilt, "And I think I deserved it considering you pulled me out of a lunch date for a case we didn't even have yet!"

"I'm sorry, Gus."

"I don't think you are," Gus followed Shawn as he sat at his desk. Gus stayed upright and towered over Shawn. "So?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Shawn frowned, "So what?"

"Did you get the case?"

"Don't need us apparently," Shawn shook his head. He lifted his feet up onto the desk and leant back in his chair, "I used all my Shawn charm and nothing worked."

"What?" Gus asked, his eyes widening. "Are you telling me that I left Tina sitting in that restaurant because you called saying it was an emergency, I rushed here, find you missing and then you come and tell me that you didn't even get the case?"

Shawn nodded, "That's exactly it."

"I don't believe you Shawn."

"What?" Shawn didn't know what was wrong.

Gus snapped, "This is the last straw."

Shawn frowned, "But we still have a whole box of twisty straws." He pointed to the box on top of the mini-fridge.

"This isn't a joke! You can't keep doing this Shawn! You can't keep playing with me like I'm some toy. Every time I'm on a date, it gets interrupted by you because of a case or you want to accuse her of murder," Shawn opened his mouth to interrupt but Gus carried on. "You break into my house while I'm sleeping and eat my food, you buy stuff for the office which we can't afford, you get us into dangerous situations, I've seen more dead bodies than I ever wanted to see and you've jeopardized my job more than once…..You take advantage of me Shawn, you call me because you'll know I'll come running and I'm fed up of not having my own life because you're always there messing it up!" Shawn's jaw dropped. "You're always thinking about yourself, screw everyone else!" Gus took a moment to breath, Shawn stayed silent, shocked by his friends outburst. "Just…don't call me for a couple of weeks" Gus finally said.

"But..." Shawn finally spoke, "What if we get a case?"

"I don't care…I'm tired…I need a break from all this."

"I can't do it without you."

"That's your problem Shawn, maybe if you could handle it on your own I wouldn't have been dragged into this in the first place. It's about time you got used to doing things on your own…Now I'm going to find Tina and apologize, don't bother calling to apologize, I won't answer," Gus said before picking up his silver case and storming out the office.

Shawn looked at the empty desk in front of him in shock. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Sure Gus got mad at him all the time, but never to the point that he ignored his phone calls. His feet fell from the desk and he leant forward. He was a wild spirit, someone who did what they wanted when they wanted and didn't care what people thought of him. If Gus wasn't there to reign him in, who knew what he would end up doing?

He'd spent months before halfway across the country but even then Gus was just a phone call away the reign him in or laugh about his antics.

He was pulled from his reverie when his cell phone ran. He dug into his pocket and winced as he pulled out the wet cell phone, the screen a funny colour from the water.

"What?" He answered.

"Will you stop answering your phone like you don't have a grasp of the English language," the voice requested.

Shawn sighed, "Dad, not now."

"Yes now," the older man replied, "I need you to come over here."

"How about later?" Shawn tried.

"What part of now didn't you understand, Shawn?"

"Fine," Shawn said and hung up the phone before Henry could say anything else. Shawn stuffed the broken phone back into the wet pocket and pulled himself upright. He pulled on his helmet before trudging outside, climbing on his bike and setting off towards his dad's place.

Shawn entered his childhood home without knocking and dumped his helmet on the nearest table. "Dad!" He shouted.

"Up here!" Shawn followed the voice up the stairs and looked up the ladder standing in the middle of the hallway.

"What are you doing up in the attic?" Shawn asked.

"Doing something I should have done a long time ago," a muffled voice replied. "Get up here!"

"Are there spiders in there?"

"Stop being a wimp and climb that ladder!"

Shawn shrugged and climbed up the ladder. He stepped from the ladder onto the wooden floorboards in the attic and let his eyes adjust the weak light. He looked down and spotted a pile of boxes that had been set aside. "What are those?"

Henry appeared from a large pile of boxes, "That's your junk."

"My junk?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Well what do you want me to do with it?"

"I don't care; just get it out of my house."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I only brought my bike," Shawn explained.

Henry's eyes widened, "You rode your bike in this weather?" His voice began to rise "Do you know how stupid that is? You could have had an accident!" He shouted.

"But I didn't!"

"That's not the point Shawn and you know it." Henry moved past Shawn and began descending down the ladder. Shawn followed him.

"Well how else was I supposed to get here?"

"Get Gus to drive you, you normally do."

"Me and Gus aren't exactly…talking right now," Shawn admitted.

"What did you do?"

Shawn took a step back, "What makes you automatically think that I did something?"

"Because that's what usually happens," Henry made his way downstairs, Shawn not far behind. "So what did you do?" he asked again.

"I'm getting out of here," Shawn sighed. He definitely didn't want to talk about it. He turned away from his dad and began walked towards the back door.

"Go on then, run like you usually do," Shawn stopped and slowly turned around. "It's what you're good at, isn't it?"

"What would you know?" Shawn snapped. He'd practically been thrown out of the Police Department, Gus had shouted at him and now wasn't speaking to him and now his father was having a go.

"Oh, don't do that, don't act like I was some terrible presence in your life Shawn. Your sob stories about your deprived childhood don't work with me remember? You wouldn't have your silly psychic job if it wasn't for me and this is the thanks I get?

I'm sick of you acting like I'm the devil Shawn. Grow up."

Shawn tried not to let his dad's words get to him but he failed miserably. He swallowed hard and stared at the floor. "Can I go now, or do you want to pick on me some more?" He asked quietly, all the fight he had in him gone from the long day of people getting their kicks in.

"Just go Shawn," Henry turned away from his son. Shawn nodded; he turned on the spot, grabbed his helmet and rushed out the door as quickly as possible.