Before I make any comments, I have to make a quick note. I realized I broke the elevator in chapter two, yet in chapter four Shawn was riding it. No one caught it, or if they did they didn't tell me, but I did and I apologize for that. If there is anything else I screwed up on feel free to tell me. Please, I would love to be as accurate as possible and I can't if little things like whether or not the elevator was running are messed up. Thanks….

Anyway, this is really late, I know, but I haven't forgotten any of you guys/gals. This, I hope, is the beginning of quicker chapters. Just bare with me.

So, thanks for the support, I own nothing, and here's hoping I catch you in the next chapter.

Let me know what you think

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Psych

Gus's eyes were locked on the table, his brain trying to unsuccessfully shut off, when the door flew open and someone stormed in. He looked up, Steinberg's leering face pinpointed on Gus's.

"Well Mr. Guster, we found your stalker," Steinberg said still wearing his malicious smile.

"What?" Gus asked-voice hoarse from disuse-confused by the comment.

"Gigi Gray."

"You mean the girl McNab has been looking for?"

"So you do know her?"

"Not personally," Gus said. "What did you mean my stalker? How is she my stalker?"

"Oh, you don't know? You don't know how her motel room wall was covered in pictures of you?"

"What…?"

"You see, Guster," Steinberg interrupted taking a seat directly across from Gus, "I think Ms. Gray had some kind of crush on you, and you decided to humor her. Then you got bored with her, maybe she got too clingy, so you killed her. Unfortunately, Ms. Taylor saw you do this, and when she refused to keep quiet you killed her, too."

"Your wrong," Gus argued not sure what was more shocking: Gigi's apparent infatuation with him, the fact that she was dead, or the insane theory Steinberg just came up with.

"I don't see why you continue to deny it, Mr. Guster. Two woman, both with ties to you, are both dead. You killed them didn't you?"

Before Gus could respond, the door flew open and Lassiter crossed the threshold, Hornstock right behind him. "Don't answer any more of his questions, Gus," Adam said skirting the table to stand next to the sales rep.

"I thought you said you'd wait for me," Lassiter snapped glaring at Steinberg.

"You were taking too long. Besides, I had him on the ropes, he was going to confess."

"Detective Steinberg, you were instructed to await my presence before questioning my client. Keep it up, and Chief Vick could assign you to another case. It's your choice." Gus was impressed by Hornstock's attempt to stand up to the detective, but he could still hear the slight nervous tick. As good a lawyer as he had gotten in five years, there was still a few habits he couldn't quite break.

Steinberg sniffed, made to open his mouth, shut it, and stalked out of the room. Lassiter closed the door behind him and faced Gus.

"What was he talking about?" the sales rep asked his eyes flicking from Hornstock to Carlton. "Gigi Gray had pictures of me? Why?"

"We aren't sure, Guster. Did you see her around?"

"No," Gus replied mentally remembering the photo of Gigi he had been shown. He had seen her anywhere, and he ran into a lot of people in his line of work… works…During his jobs.

"Well, she was definitely following you."

"But why?"

"We don't know," Lassiter said running a hand through his hair, "but we'll figure it out."

"Does Shawn have a theory?" Of course Shawn had to have a theory; he always had a theory, even when a theory wasn't needed. Gus just hoped this theory wasn't half-assed like the ones his friend usually came up with.

"If he does, he hasn't shared it," Hornstock said. Gus didn't know how to feel about that. Shawn usually shared his theories with anyone who would listen. He one time had an hour long conversation with a homeless man about his plan to create his own country and his theories about whether or not there should be Kings and Queens instead of a president or a prime minister.

"Where is Shawn?" Gus asked a little frustrated his friend hadn't been around to see him.

"I thought it was best that he not see you," Lassiter said slowly, avoiding Gus's eyes.

"I would like to talk to him, alone, if you two don't mind," the sales rep murmured locking his eyes with the table again.

"Guster…"

"Please, Lassie. Just let me speak to him."

Lassiter heaved a deep sigh, but still opened the door and walked out. Hornstock nodded once and followed, leaving the sales rep alone again. It took a few moments, a few moments Gus did not appreciate-his mind just wouldn't stop chugging out thoughts of possible jail time-but Shawn finally slipped into the room.

Gus looked up at his friend, noting the fake grin spread across his face. He was going to try and hide behind sarcastic quips and snide remarks; it was the Shawn Spencer way after all. And for once, Gus just wished he wouldn't. This time he wasn't going to play along, he needed his friend to be serious for once in his life. It was a serious situation, his parents were coming home from Jamaica for God sakes-they've never stopped mid-way through a trip to Jamaica unless it was a dire emergency.

"Shawn before you start, I need you to be serious," Gus said quickly when Shawn opened his mouth. "Please tell me you have a plausible theory and not something along the lines of 'An alien possessing Gigi to take photos of me.' I could end up serving time in prison, PRISON Shawn, and I can tell you right now I won't survive prison. I won't. So please, please, please be serious and tell me your theory." the sales rep fell silent, waiting for his friend to make any comment, even a sarcastic one despite his long speech.

"Gus," Shawn started his smile wilting slightly, taking a seat across from Gus. "I do have one theory, but you won't like it."

"What?" Gus asked warily.

"Evil twin," Shawn replied and then flashed him another fake smile.

"Damn it, Shawn." he took a deep breath, hoping to staunch any death threats he had on the tip of his tongue, and said, in a forced calm voice, "What have you found, then? Anything remotely helpful?"

Shawn paled slightly, but he managed to barely keep his faux-grin on his face when he said, "Besides a dead body in a motel room, nothing."

"Is it really Gigi Gray?"

"Please, Gus, who do you think you're talking to? I know what she looked like, after seeing her pictures fifteen times. It was her. She was killed the same way Reggie was, stabbed several times." now the smile was completely gone, replaced by a barely masked look of disgust. "I found this key card on the floor of Reggie's apartment floor, almost got caught by Steinberg, and headed toward the motel afterward. We found Gigi on the floor. Whoever killed her put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. It was like he was saving her for later. I'm going to find this sick-o, Gus. If it's the last thing I do, I'll find him."

"Spencer, time's up," Lassiter said pushing the door open. Shawn nodded, getting to his feet. He flashed Gus one last, weak smile, and exited the room. Gus knew Shawn wasn't going to rest until he was exonerated, he just hoped his friend didn't lose his life doing just that.

Psych

Shawn walked away from the interrogation room, Hornstock pushing past him to get back inside. He crossed the floor, intending to continue his investigation, but froze when he heard a familiar voice coming down the stairs. He ducked behind the evidence room's open door, listening carefully.

"I know it was a long shot, Guster being there, but I took it and now I'm off the hook." it was quiet for a second and then, "Okay, we. We are off the hook." The voice dropped to barely a whisper as it said, "I do realize you actually committed the murders, but I'm still covering for you." He was quiet for a few more seconds, then said, "Meet you where? How long? Okay, be right there." The sound of a phone snapping closed, followed by the emergency exit opening.

Two options rolled through Shawn's head. One: tell Lassiter what he had just heard, have him investigate. Smart, yes, but also slow. Two: Follow the guy. Stupid, reckless, half-assed: Shawn's favorite plans. So, he quickly and quietly trekked the ten or twelve steps to the fire exit, wondering why that annoying buzzing sound didn't go off when the door opened.

Once outside, he realized he had no way of following the guy. His Norton was too loud, Gus's car was back at his apartment, and he couldn't steal Lassiter's car again. He'd be thrown in a cell right next to Gus's if he tried that. It was times like these he wished he had The Flash's power of speed running. He'd be able to tail so many people, catch so many bad guys. Plus, it'd be so cool.

While thinking about how cool it'd be to run faster than light, while simultaneously trying to figure out how to tail someone without said power, he didn't hear the approach of footsteps. He wasn't aware of the new presence until something heavy collided with the back of his head. As he fell, darkness quickly engulfing him, he heard the voice say, "For a psychic, you sure are stupid…"

Psych

Oh no, who did that voice belong to? And who, if there was anybody, was he talking to? Stay tuned to find out… (Wow that sounded like a cheesy voice over. Trust me it sounded better in my head.)

Bye…