Disclaimer: I continue to not own much of anything. However I do have a Netflix account that allows me to rent everything, which feels sort of the same as owning.

AN: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed last chapter. I really was expecting more like two reviews so all of the support was really encouraging. It does worry me a little that I've seen so very little of the series so far, I feel like I'm going to let everyone down. But I shall try my best.

() Present day – Psych Offices ()

"Come on Gus, you know it would be fun." Shawn Spencer had spent most of the afternoon trying to convince his friend of the value of a road trip. Of Course, his planning hadn't really gotten any farther than get in the car and drive. Oh, and buckle up for safety's sake. Unsurprisingly this really wasn't enough to go by for Gus.

"No way Shawn, I've put off enough work as it is this week. I'm not missing any more rounds so I can chauffeur you around California."

"Who said anything about California? I was thinking more about Mexico. After all, you enjoyed it so much last time."

Gus did not say anything but the look of disgust he shot at Shawn said it all.

"Fine, we'll try Canada this time," continued Shawn, seemingly unfazed by his friends' behavior. "It's perfect. I can pick up some souvenirs for Jules and-"

"No, don't even bother. I already have plans tonight anyway."

"I thought you have work to catch up on. Don't tell me you were lying to me just so you don't have to hang out with me? Here I thought we were friends," Shawn whined leaning of his friend's desk to get his undivided attention.

Standing up, Gus pushed in his chair and walked towards the door. Shawn followed him with his eyes waiting for a sign of what to do. "Well," started Gus, "you can come if you want to."

"Really? I can spend the night with my best friend in the world? Of course I'll come!" Shawn sarcastically remarked while running across the room to catch up to Gus. "So where are we going?"

Gus turned around to look at Shawn. With a slight smirk he finally answered. "To the library."

"Sounds like- Wait, what? The library, are you kidding?"

"I'm perfectly serious. There's a new exhibit detailing the area history along with some value antiques."

"But it's a Friday night! I can't think of anything that could be nearly as boring as going to the library to look at old pieces of paper on a night like this." Suddenly Shawn's phone rang, interrupting his would be rant. Tentatively he picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

"Good, Shawn, you're still around."

"Dad? Why did you have to call?" Shawn answered disappointed the call hadn't been from someone he'd actually want to talk to, preferably of the female persuasion.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Henry asked with slight irritation showing in his voice. "You were coming to dinner yesterday. It appears you decided not to come again."

"Maybe I was just planning on being fashionably late."

"Twenty-four hours late, Shawn? Don't think I won't remember this next time you ask for help on a case." Shawn cringed listening to his father. "Maybe if you get over here now I'll be a little more lenient."

"I'd love to, Henry, I really would. But Gus and I already have plans." Shawn looked over to Gus to see his friend waving his hands in a motion that obviously was meant to disagree. "You should see him now, he can hardly sit still."

Gus yanked the phone out of Shawn's hand while making sure Henry could not hear their conversation. "No, Shawn. You are not using me to get out of your plans again. Just go to your dads' house and get it over with."

"No can do." Shawn reached back over and snatched his phone back from Gus. "Sorry dad, I had to stop Gus from jumping around like a little girl. You know how he gets when he's excited."

"Now Shawn if-" But Henry was unable to finish his threat before his son decided it was getting to be just about time to end the phone call. After all, Shawn wouldn't want his phone bill to get too high this month just because his father thought they needed bonding time, that's what holidays were for.

"Look, as much as I love talking to you, we've really got to get going. I don't think Gus can hold it in anymore." Gus glared at Shawn but the conversation continued nonetheless. "Alright, I'll see you soon." Before Henry could say anything more Shawn hung up.

"You really should stop blowing off your dad like that," said Gus before grabbing his keys to open the car doors. "He really does get us out of the trouble your 'psychic' powers cause."

"What, you doubt my abilities? I'm hurt." Shawn grabbed wildly at his heart to better prove his point. "Really, I'm wounded here."

"Whatever Shawn." Gus got into his car and prepared to leave the Psych office.

Shawn ran out to the parking lot. "What, you're not waiting for me?" Gus chose this moment to back up and drive away. "I'll take that as an affirmative then."

Dejectedly Shawn went back inside the office looking for something to do. After a few rounds of handheld poker and a pineapple smoothie break the psychic detective was forced to admit defeat to boredom and turn on the TV. Flicking past the reruns of old sitcoms and game shows, Shawn finally settled on the local news.

On the screen was a rather pretty young woman being interviewed at the local library. Shawn quickly identified it as the one Gus had left for earlier in the evening. The bottom of the screen identified her as one Tracy Bloom, a librarian helping to run the exhibit.

"So how long will the library be hosting this exhibit?" A reporter on the scene asked Tracy.

"Well, it will be open during normal library business hours for the next two weeks. For tonight only we're keeping it open until Midnight in honor of its opening. I'd really encourage anyone with the time to come down tonight and visit us," answered Tracy, smiling sweetly into the camera.

Shawn let a large smile come to his face before turning off the TV. He grabbed his jacket and helmet before heading out the doors to his waiting motorcycle.

"Maybe I will go to the library with Gus after all."