Hey everyone! Thank you, thank you for your excellent feedback! I really appreciate it. Sorry if this chapter is a bit smaller than the rest. I plan on adding chapter 4 very soon as well. Did you guys see the last Psych episode? I thought Uncle Burton was funny...and I was like, "Hey, Gus had a relative come and visit and now I'm writing one for Shawn." lol

And very special thank you for my awesome beta, Geeky BMWW Fan. She's helped immensely:)

Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Stargate nor Psych. Shawn and John aren't mine, but they are fun to play with.

Chapter Three:

Pretend To Know What You're Talking About And Hopefully People Won't Ask Questions...

John merely laughed and shook his head. He could see the majority falling for Shawn's omnipresent enthusiasm and convincing nature, but he wasn't fooled.

He was about to counter-act Shawn with a disarming fact of his own, but Gus did it instead.

"Actually, Shawn, there is an Air Force base in Colorado. Buckley." Gus reiterated smugly to his friend.

Shawn turned to look at him and said in a low voice, yet still clear enough for John to hear, "I thought we were going to have him admit he was stationed somewhere Top Secret."

John smirked. "You guys are cute and all , but I wasn't even Stateside until two nights ago."

Or even on this side of the galaxy, for that matter.

"Afghanistan?" Gus asked raising a brow. "Iraq?"

"Antarctica?"

They both turned to Shawn. Gus was giving him a funny look, but John was somewhat surprised.

"Why would John be stationed in Antarctica, Shawn?" Gus asked, not veiling the annoyance in his voice.

John held up a finger. "Well... I was at McMurdo for awhile."

Gus's eyes widened. "Really?? What was it like?"

"Cold." And that was the most honest and factual truth.

Shawn hadn't caught on. "Mc...what? Murdo? Sounds like a muppet."

John continued, "And then I was at McMurdoch for some time."

"McMurdoch? Sounds made up," Gus scoffed.

Shawn grinned. "Could it be that you actually don't know something?"

"I'm Googling it."

As Gus consulted his laptop, John took the initiative to walk around and take in the sights of the psychic detective office. Shawn shadowed behind him quietly, analyzing John. At one point Shawn even started copying his brother's every move from behind his back, until Gus gave him a funny look.

"You guys have Rock 'em Sock 'em... does that help your psychic work much? Where'd you get it anyway?" John couldn't help but ask after finding the most interesting and random things in the small office.

He also seemed amused when Shawn responded with a quick, "Ebay." But then Shawn continued, "I'm the green one. Green is far superior. Though it's more of a blue-green...Aqua, perhaps?"

As Shawn continued on with naming a few blue-green colors, John stopped roving about the office when he saw a middle school locker set. He slowly opened one slightly ajar locker door. The 'trying hard to look sexy' face of Sonny Crockett stared back at him.

"Miami Vice? You guys are such nerds."

"I take offense," Shawn said with mock hurt. At that he placed a hand on John's shoulder. John eyed the hand suspiciously. "So, bro... what do you think of the digs?"

John shrugged. "It's nice. I guess. And people actually think you're a psychic? That's so interesting."

"I AM a psychic," Shawn said but then he exaggeratedly shook his head. "No, you're right. Buuuuut. It's job security and I've..."

"We've," Gus interjected without looking up from his computer screen.

"We've already solved fifteen..."

"Sixteen." Gus. Again.

"Sixteen cases since helping the SBPD."

John gave an approving nod. "Impressive. So I'm guessing, " he pointed to Gus, "he's the only one who knows the truth."

"Well, there are those that are admittedly unimpressed and not convinced. Like my dad."

John couldn't help scrunching up his face at the mention of him. "Well, that does in fact sound like your dad...but then again, your dad preyed upon your genius and basically tailored you to what you are today." That was something John remembered, strangely. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Your perceptive powers, though, more than likely came from mom's side. No offense or anything."

Henry Spencer was a damn good detective. But Shawn had a gift. And surprisingly, John did too.

Shawn looked confused. "Why would I take offense at that? Speaking of dad... I'm pretty sure he'd like to see you."

"And I'm sure he would."

Shawn's face looked grim. "Not a chance in hell, huh?"

"Not a snowball's."

Just then Shawn's cell rang. After fishing it out of his pocket, he gave a toothy grin upon seeing the caller's name.

He answered immediately and practically yodeled into the phone, "Yodel-ay-yodel-ay- yodel... oooh...Hello, Jules."

He paused as she spoke to him over the phone.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that... you caught me while I was linked with spirits from afar, unbeknownst to me they were Swiss German and most likely wore Lederhosen."

John rolled his eyes while Shawn kept talking.

"Ricooooolaaaaaaaa! Whoa, sorry. Oh, what was that? Uh-huh... ok... all right. See you in 5, das Fräulein."

He hung up swiftly. "Gus! That was Jules, we've got a case." He pointed to John. "Wanna come?"

"I can't believe this!" Gus said while getting up from his seat.

"Oh c'mon... we took Uncle Burton everywhere. And John's actually cool."

Gus looked grim. "I can't find McMurdoch anywhere." He looked over at John. "I'm on to you."

John raised a brow at the somewhat uncharacteristic low spoken threat from Burton Guster.

"John's driving," Shawn announced as he walked out of the front door.

"Did somebody forget I'm on vacation?"

Gus looked over at him. "You're going to miss out on Shawn making a fool of himself in front of the Santa Barbara Police Department?"

John paused for a moment, but then reluctantly nodded. "Alright... I'm there."

Gus, with a triumphant look on his face, since he called shot-gun first, now sat in the passenger's seat of the rental.

Shawn sat in the direct middle of the back seat, so that he could be somewhat between them. "Dude, why did you get a Ford POS?"

"It's all they had," John said with a sigh. "So, where am I going?"

Gus gave him meticulous directions to the department and John took off.

"After this we can go from 101 to the 5 and be on our way to Anaheim." Shawn moved his head between Gus and John, and turned toward his brother. "You do want to go to Disneyland, right? I mean, that's what all the fun tourists do."

"Maybe. I actually would like to see you in action first."

Gus smirked at the mental image of Shawn putting on a show for the police with John watching, and at that Shawn glared at him.

"So, John, how are things in the Air Force?" Gus asked finally.

"Good. So far. I'm now a lieutenant colonel."

"Woooow," Shawn and Gus said in unison.

Shawn grinned while he asked, "So, do you get special perks? Lieutenant colonel spa treatments? Great conversation starter at parties?"

John looked at him through the rear view mirror. "Where I'm at, I don't go to parties."

"Where you're at... and where might that be?"

John was about to say something accurate like, that's classified. Or, none of your business. Instead, while forgetting momentarily that Shawn might tell he's lying, John merely said, "Buckley and NORAD."

"North American Aerospace Defense Command?" Gus asked, eyes widening with excitement, Shawn, on the other hand, was staying rather quiet. "What's that like? And why would you be there?"

John sighed. Gus and his questions. He mentally kicked himself for bringing it up. But it was legitimate. "Uh...I flew an F-15 Eagle from Virginia and stayed to fly an F-16 for the Air National Guard..." He quickly changed the subject. "But, I'm stationed mainly at Ramstein."

"Germany? K-Town. Hm...What's Kaiserslautern like any way?"

"Best wurst."

Both John and Gus shared a generous laugh at the bad joke. But Shawn hadn't budged. He was silently contemplating something in the back seat. And that's what worried John the most.

After a few minutes of stop and go through midday traffic, John parked his car in front of the police department.

"So, just follow our lead and stick by us and you should be fine," Shawn finally said from the back seat, grinning widely.

"I'm in the Air Force. I think I know how to act in front of police."

Gus looked at Shawn. "The man's got a point."

Juliet O'Hara was getting rather impatient. She had just received word of a murder down at the Santa Barbara docks and was waiting for Lassiter and Shawn to arrive; they needed to assemble a team to meet with forensics who were already on their way there.

As if appearing out of no where, Carlton Lassiter walked in from a side door.

"There you are!" She said when spotting her partner.

Lassiter ignored her as he saw movement from the front doors of the department. "And there's Spencer, you didn't call him here did you? So he was the one in the awful Ford Taurus."

Juliet followed his gaze to where he was staring. "Oh... yeah." She moved her head from side to side to get a better look. She spotted a tall, lanky man sauntering up behind Shawn and Gus. "And who's with him?"

Lassiter narrowed his eyes. "A civilian. I'll deal with this..."

When Shawn barged in, before Lassiter could speak to him, he announced to every one there... and just about every one stopped what they were doing to look at him, "Nobody move! My brother is here and I would like you all to meet him."

The very next second every one, except for Jules and Lassiter, went back to what they were doing and ignored him.

"Spencer has a brother?" Lassiter asked to no one in particular.

Juliet merely shrugged, she was too busy checking out the new arrival.

"Spencer! What are you doing? Why did you bring a civilian to our police work?"

Shawn became almost giddy. "Lassi! I'd like for you meet my brother, Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard of the United States Air Force."

Lassiter raised a unconvinced brow. "Sheppard?"

John, who was extremely annoyed by Shawn's overbearing display, opened his mouth to comment but Gus leaned into the conversation. "Shawn's half brother."

"No. Really?" Lassiter asked Gus and then turned his unimpressed attention to John. He was now staring at his hair. "Let me guess? The hair thing's genetic? Because that's not normal."

"What hair thing?" Shawn asked, even though he clearly understood. He touched his own hair for a second and then reached out to touch John's. John dodged his hand like it was a flaming missile.

Lassiter narrowed his eyes at Shawn. "Too bad you missed out on the height."

Shawn looked some what hurt but John snorted a laugh. "That is true," he said giving Shawn a playful nudge with his elbow.

Lassiter was pleased that John hadn't come to Shawn's rescue right off the bat and he gave the tall, messy haired man an approving smile. "Well, it's certainly nice to meet you, colonel."

Meanwhile, Jules had walked up lazily behind Lassiter. "Shawn and John? Cute." She eyed John Sheppard up and down. "So, very... cute."

Shawn couldn't help but noticed that. "Uhhh... aren't we supposed to be investigating a murder at the docks?"

"Oh right..," Jules said while snapping to attention."How did you...?" She then realized it must have come from Shawn's psychic ability and didn't pursue her query further.

"Let's go, O'Hara," Lassiter said, moving out the front door towards his maroon car.

John looked at both Gus and Shawn. "Let me guess... I'm still driving?"

And the both of them gave him a quick smile in answer.

I plan on adding chapter four very soon! Thank you for reading!

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