Juliet looked at the clock on the wall and furrowed her brow. "Gus did the message say when they were leaving?"

The man looked up from his laptop. "No, just that they had an errand to run and that Mr. Spencer said that they were going to take some back road to cut the time." Gus read the message on that Shawn had sent just to be sure. 'Gus! I'm gonna do it buddy. Gotta get the ring from Psych 1st. Papa Bear said we'll take some podunk back road to cut time. . Seeya soon.' He just shrugged his shoulders. "You know Shawn, a quick errand is never quick."

"I know, I just feel like something's wrong."

"O'Hara calm down every minute without Spencer is a minute we can enjoy this cabin and fishing." Carlton whipped his fishing pole a bit. "And there is a bass out there with my name on it." The detective actually began to whistle as he trekked outside the cabin and toward the lake that the home faced.

"Why did we invite him again?"

Juliet smiled. "Because Marlowe is visiting family and I didn't want to leave him to wreak havoc on the station by himself."

Gus sighed and tried calling Shawn's cell and not because he was worried. After it rang and rang and went to voicemail, he was willing to admit that he was maybe just a little worried. "Let's give them some more time before we go looking."

Juliet nodded and decided to grab one of the many books that the cabin had to offer and although she hated to admit it, the fact was it was awfully quiet without Shawn and definitely without the father/son bickering.

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"So whatcha guys doing." The redhead looked up and smiled.

"We, our fair roadie friend, are trying to find a better name for the band." Shawn leaned over the table and looked over all the papers on the table, most of them were covered in doodles not all of them PG.

"Travis that doesn't look like name ideas, in fact." Shawn cocked his head to the side. "That kinda looks like Hunter and what is he doing to that pickle?" The man in question crossed the small size of the RV and grabbed the paper from Travis' hand before he could destroy the evidence.

"Travis!" He smacked the sniggering man upside the head. "I think this is physically impossible." Hunter than smiled. "But damn that is inventive. Danny! Come see this."

The long haired man left the cab and joined the other three, Hunter all but threw the photo at him. "Damn." He blew out a low whistle. "That's just wrong man." Danny put the paper back on the table. "So, Travis, have you come up with any names worthy of our band."

Shawn wandered about the small space and made sure everything was secure before they took off. "I don't know why you guys insist on changing you name, I like De Soto."

"People get us mixed up with the damn car and De Soto sounds too much like a warm up act and not the main show."

Shawn plopped down in a spare seat at the table and leaned backward in it. "Coley were set to go, whenever you're ready." He was answered with the sound of the RV starting and pulling out toward the interstate. "So what were you thinking of, my main man?"

Travis slapped his hand on the table. "I don't know man we've been traveling with Don't Die Cindy all summer, eating Ramen noodles and rolling change for the laundrymat so that we don't smell like monkey crap. If it wasn't for you, Shawn, we'd have to scramble to get everything set up."

"Yeah man, thanks for working for us."

"Free to boot."

Shawn chuckled. "It's really no problem, guys, I'm enjoying it."

"God we should be living like kings by now."

"Yeah golden scepters and crowns."

"Hmmmm….how 'bout We The Kings?"

The three men looked at him. "Naaaah…that's why we do the lyrics and you do the setting up."

Shawn chuckled and stood to go and keep the Coley company as they drove toward their next destination.

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"They ever become rockstars?"

"Yes, very famous ones actually." Shawn chuckled. "They even went with the name I gave them."

"We The Kings? Never heard of them." Henry shifted some. Shawn stuck his cellphone in the cab and pressed play, the lyrics from "Check Yes Juliet" began to play. "Isn't that your ringtone for when Juliet is calling you."

"Yep and it's probably their most popular song."

"So they're pretty famous?"

"Yep."

Shawn closed his eyes and tried to take some calming breaths, it felt like his heart was trying to fly out of his chest. He pressed a hand against his pounding heart and winced when he hit a particular sore spot.

"Hey kid, you ok?"

Shawn opened his eyes back up and mentally counted to three to try and keep the pain out of his voice. "Yeah, just a little sleepy. I think I hit my head as well."

Henry heard the slight slur in his voice and tried to sit up only to have Shawn pop his head into the cab and push him back down. "Kid, you have a concussion."

"Probably, not the first one and definitely not the last. I'll be fine a knot on the head never really bothered me. How you doing?" Shawn gave his father a critical once over and sighed in relief when he noticed that Henry's pupils were beginning to even out. "You're getting better, but to be safe you should stay awake."

Shawn backed out of the vehicle and took his spot. "Did you know that being a bag boy isn't as boring as it sounds?"