A/N: It took me a while to figure out how this chapter was going to turn out, it hope it pleases you all XD

At first it was probably going to be as short as the first chapter, but out of a request I made it a little longer. R&R

Shawn entered the Psych office briskly and grumpily, "Can you believe this Gus? My dad sold my G.I. Jo with the gold plated dog tags," he said to his best friend who was sitting at his desk on the computer. Gus didn't answer, Shawn noticed this, "C'mon, you can't blame me; it was my dad's…" he left his sentence hanging; Gus continued to stare at his computer screen not even acknowledging that Shawn was speaking. "Have you been practicing avoiding me?" The anger at his father suddenly subsided

Gus sighed out of boredom; he moved back his sleeve and checked the time on his watch, again he sighed. Shawn glared at him; he took this as a challenge to see how long Gus could last in his avoidance.

He leaned on Gus' desk and propped his head in his hands, "Hey Gus..." he said in a playful manner, "You'll never believe who I saw at the smoothie shop earlier today." He waited for a reply, nothing. "I want to tell you, but I don't thing you'd be able to handle it," again no response from Gus. "Well… are you going to guess or not?" He was getting frustrated at the lack of response he was receiving, usually Gus was unable to avoid him for more than five seconds.

"You know you're really getting good at this," Shawn complimented; Gus still didn't reply nor look up. The office phone rang, Shawn reached for it but Gus reached it first.

"Hello?" he answered into the receiver.

"Who is it?" Shawn asked still trying to get Gus to respond to him. The person on the other end of the phone spoke slowly, Shawn noticed, as if they were crying.

"Juliet?" Gus asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Jules? What's wrong, let me talk to her," Shawn pleaded; Gus didn't even move to give him the phone.

Gus' face went pale and gained a scared sick look, "Are you sure it's…" his words faded. The voice on the other end was silent. "I'll be there as soon as I can." He clicked the phone off, grabbed his keys from his desk and headed to his little blue car. Shawn ran after him.

"Gus, what's going on? What's wrong with Jules?" He climbed into the passenger side of the car. Gus was still not responding to him. "C'mon Gus is this really the best time?" Out of frustration, Shawn decided to sit quietly during the ride and just wait for Gus to say something to him, it was completely out of his character to do so, but he realized that he wasn't feeling well so he left it at that.

A few minutes later they pulled up to a crowd of people, most of them in pajamas, police and an ambulance surrounding a traffic light. Shawn climbed out of the car and followed Gus to where Lassiter stood.

"Ooooo, a crime scene," Shawn said rubbing his hands together in excitement. "Hey, what's the dealio?" he asked the detective.

"It's about time you showed up Guster," Lassiter sighed, a bit of grief in his voice. He didn't even acknowledge Shawn.

"What is this? Avoid Shawn day?" he sagged his shoulders slightly.

"I came as fast as I could," Gus defended himself. Juliet walked toward them, Shawn noticed dried tear streaks down her cheeks, she had been crying. Shawn walked toward her with open arms, she walked past him and straight into Gus' arms.

"Am I invisible now too?" he exasperated. Gus hugged her and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"How bad is he?" Lassiter asked Juliet. Shawn was getting curious as to who the victim was now, was it one of Jules' brothers? He had to find out, but everyone was avoiding him.

A truck pulled to a screeching halt behind the crowd, Shawn recognized it as his dad's. Henry ran toward them in a panic. Shawn held up his arms to stop him. "Hold on, what are you doing here?" Henry walked briskly past him not even glancing in his direction.

"Where's Shawn? Is he ok?" Henry asked Lassiter, Juliet and Gus. Juliet buried her face into Gus' shoulder, Lassiter nodded toward a stretcher being rolled toward the ambulance.

"Of course I'm ok, see perfectly fine," Shawn held his arms out for everyone to see him, accept it seemed like no one did. Henry headed for the stretcher, Shawn followed.

The person on the stretcher wore clothes eerily similar to the ones Shawn was currently wearing. The medics stopped as they approached they stretcher, Henry put his hands on his head and dragged them down his face with one dropping down and the other resting over his mouth. His eyes welled with tears.

Shawn stopped dead in his tracks, the person on the stretcher was… it was him. He felt like he couldn't breath, he began to realize why no one could see him. He was DEAD!!!