With the odd information from the accident report in the front of his mind, Shawn carefully snuck out of the chief's office. He made it to the front doors without being spotted. He nearly collided with Lassiter as the head detective and O'Hara were coming through the other side of the door.

"Watch it, Spencer." Lassiter growled, earning him a glare from his partner.

"How's Gus?" Juliet's voice was soft and her eyes were full of concern.

Shawn opened his mouth, but then closed it and shrugged. "Oh you know the same, coma'd….." He trailed off and shoved his hands in his pockets. "How's your case going?"

"Fine," Lassiter snapped. "We're fine, so don't even think about butting in on our case."

"I wasn't planning on it," Shawn retorted. "I'm busy working on the case of the person who put my best friend in a coma." He brushed past the detectives and headed for his bike.

"It was an accident." He heard Lassiter call after him, followed by a grunt, which meant Juliet had elbowed him in the ribs.

"What do you think Shawn meant by that?" Juliet asked later breaking the hour's worth of silence between her and Lassiter. She was sitting at her desk, trying to sort through the statements they'd taken from witnesses earlier.

"Meant by what?" Lassiter asked distractedly from his own desk.

"About someone putting Gus in a coma."

"I think he's disturbed mentally." Lassiter didn't look up from the papers in front of him.

"He's usually right," Juliet tried to reason.

"O'Hara," Lassiter cut her off. "I've seen it before; when a partner is injured or killed the partner who didn't get hurt always tries to rationalize it, because they feel like it's their fault." Juliet didn't respond right away giving Lassiter a chance to add. "That's how I felt."

Shawn spent the next half hour trying to track down the wrecking company that had taken Gus' car from police impound. Now that the accident report had come out, West Coast Pharmeceuticals had already claimed insurance on it and was getting it repaired.

Gus would be glad to hear that the blueberry could be saved. Shawn briefly thought as he parked his bike across the street. He crossed the street and walked into the small building that served as an office for the wrecking company. A small bell dinged above the door.

"I'll be right with you," A man's voice called from the back.

Shawn gave the tiny room a quick look over, a tall counter divided the room. On his half there were a couple of old chairs and some People magazines from probably ten years before. A small plant tried furiously to make the small waiting area seem welcoming, (it was failing horribly.) On the other side was a doorway that led to the large warehouse area where they fixed the cars. There was a desk piled with paperwork, with a computer sitting precariously on one edge, but before Shawn could think about trying to see what was on the desk, the man walked through the doorway.

"What can I do for you?" He looked expectantly at Shawn.

"Afternoon, Ralph," Shawn found the name patch on the man's jumpsuit. "My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my associate, Merl-" Shawn motioned to the side and then realized Gus wasn't there to get called whatever nickname Shawn would have come up with. Ralph gave Shawn a questioning look. "Never mind," Shawn murmured.

"Do you want something or not, buddy?" Ralph didn't seem to be in the mood to chit-chat.

"Somebody brought in a little blue car within the last couple days, right?"

Ralph nodded, "Yeah, lots of work to be done on that thing. Al said the guy hit a light post. The driver's side is completely smashed in. It'll take a few weeks to get parts in and then we'll have to spend a few days fixing it."

"Was there anything in the car?"

Again Ralph nodded, "West Coast Pharmaceuticals came and picked up the guys drug case, but his personal stuff is here."

"What're you gonna do with it," Shawn didn't know if the guy would even let him have Gus' things.

"We sent 'em over to the hospital," Ralph grunted. "Hopefully the driver will pull through. Can I do anything else for you?"

"No, thanks." Shawn left without saying good-bye. Gus' things hadn't been at the hospital when he had gone earlier, but maybe they were there now, after all it had been a few hours.