So, this took me longer to update, but with finals coming up and a bunch of other commitments, it was really hard to find time. Plus, I wanted to make this longer than any of the other chapters. I feel that, story wise, I've holding out on you guys. Its time some relationships, action and adventure. Maybe not all three at the same time, but they will come.

So, just to remind you guys, I don't own Psych-related stuff. Plus, tiny spoiler for the episode "Dead Bear Walking"

Visitors And A Pineapple

"Mr. Smith," Carlton heard the soft voice of the nurse calling to him. "Jacob Smith, you have some visitors."

For a moment Carlton was confused, "Who was Jacob Smith?" he thought. Then he remembered that it was his fake name, and he quickly recovered; however, in moments, he was back to a feeling of confusion. Why would he be having visitors? Maybe the chief sent in some plainclothes detectives so it didn't seem too suspicious that Jacob Smith, who was terminally ill, had no family or friends visiting him. Though, Carlton reflected, if it had really been him in the hospital, he doubted anyone would have come to visit. He was shaken out of his train of thought when he heard that familiar obnoxious voice.

"Lass..."Shawn broke of in mid-word, quickly observing Carlton's undercover name on the patient clipboard at the foot of his bed, and quickly caught himself, "Jakey, my big bro, Jakey Smith. Oh, how nice it is to see you."

The nurse looked surprised "I didn't read anything in the file about you having a brother, Jacob."

" Umm... I don't" replied Carlton, trying to hide the extreme anger in his voice. "He's just.."

Shawn cut him off. "Well, legally speaking, we're not brothers, but Jakey here helped me through some rough times when I was a teen. I was into some pretty bad stuff, but Jakey was there to pull me out of it, and so here I am today, helping him pull through his problems. We do consider ourselves to be brothers, in every way but blood. Oh yes, and this is my friend" Shawn introduced Gus. "Zechariah Frinth. He too, was helped greatly by our friend here."

Carlton spoke in slow, precise words. "Thank you, nurse. Could you please give us some privacy now?"

The bustling nurse smiled happily, unaware that the detective was steaming. "Very well dear, I'll go get your medication. And you boys, don't stress out Jacob here too much. He needs his rest."

As soon as the nurse was out of earshot, Carlton gave the two consultants a look that could melt glass. "What the hell are you doing here," he said tightly as he attempted to keep the volume of his voice at a decent level. "I gave expressive orders for you NOT to be involved in this case."

"Who said anything about being involved in the case?" innocently spoke the psychic. "We were simply stopping by to pay our sick friend in the hospital a visit. Plus, don't you think it would look suspicious if a man, dying from terminally ill cancer, would have NO friends? I mean, maybe if it was a creeper, but you're a strong, handsome Irishman with great sternum bush. OF COURSE you would have friends."

Lassiter just looked at the psychic contemptuously, "I don't care why you're here, just GET OUT. I can't risk you blowing my cover. There are women DEAD, Spencer, and I need to stop the bastard who is doing this before he strikes again. Now, unless you have something relative to the case, I suggest you leave, or get thrown out by the hospital staff."

Then he stiffened and began to go into psychic convulsions. "I see something!" he exclaimed.

Carlton muttered under his breath. "Oh, great. I just hope no nurses walk by, he might be hospitalized and then he would be able to come in here and bug me even more."

Shawn continued to throw himself across the room. "Stick! I see a stick! It's not just a stick, it's for walking! It's a walking stick!"

Gus looked at Shawn strangely. "Like the bug?"

Shawn looked at him. "No, Gus, I'm talking about a stick you use to walk with."

"So a staff." said Gus.

"Yes!" Shawn exclaimed. "A staff! And I see more! Creepy-crawly everywhere! Bugs? No, not bugs, but equally as creepy! Reptiles! Lizards? No, but I'm getting cold-blooded. No legs...SNAKE! There's two of them and they're winding up and up and up..."

Gus interrupted him gleefully. "A caduceus! The international sign of medicine!"

Shawn looked at him strangely, "Dude, I get the international sign part, but the cadecumes part I don't get. I'm talking about the stick with the wings that has the two snakes wrapped around it."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. The winged staff of Hermes, with his two serpents. That's the international sign of medicine. And Shawn, it caduceus, not cadecumes."

"I've heard it both ways." replied the psychic.

Carlton was surprised, considering they hadn't seen the case file, but then he looked at the two impatiently, "So, he's in medicine field. We already guessed that much. Now go back to doing whatever it was you were doing before and stay out of my way!"

Shawn and Gus began walking towards the door. "Ok, we'll stay out of your way," chirped Shawn. "Not that it will be that hard, considering you are confined to this room." He reached the doorway, and just as he left he turned around and said, seriously, "Lassie, be careful. Juliet wanted me to tell you that she's worried...and she says HI!" Shawn was back to his usual chirpy self in a second and ran down the hallway.

Lassiter sat for a moment, contemplating what Shawn had said. "O'Hara really wanted him to be careful? He never realized the sort of bond they had formed over the years of working together. He would have called her the younger sister he never had, except that he did have a younger sister."

Once again the nurse interrupted his thoughts with a cheery "Hello". "Damn," he thought before he turned his attention to her. "Do the people at this place even understand the concept of knocking?"

"So Mr. Smith, are you planning on cutting up that pineapple that your nice friends left for you."

Carlton looked at the table in front of him, startled. There, unnoticed to him at first, lay a pineapple undoubtedly brought by that nuisance who had dared to call himself a detective.

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After Shawn climbed back into the Blueberry, he turned to Gus and said, "Well, that went better than expected."

"What are you talking about Shawn." fumed Gus, who had been silent most of the time that they had been in there because he was mad at Shawn for making him come there. "You got us in even MORE trouble that we were in with Lassiter before. We'll be lucky if we escape with our lives after this case. I felt his eyes burning holes through me!"

"Relax, Gus," replied the calm psychic. "We'll solve this case, get the bad guy and no one will get hurt. Lassiter will have to love us again."

"Shawn, he never loved us." said Gus. "I'm just hoping he'll stop wanting to hurt us, that's all."

"Well, thanks to Lassie, we know that they are following the medical lead. Which gives us more time to investigate the drug part of the case. We need to find records of that drug, you know, the one that the coroner mentioned, some sort of Indian food?"

"Curare, Shawn," stated the exasperated Gus. "It's a drug that paralyzes the patient, or victim in our case, but allows them to stay awake at the same time. Honestly, what is the point of having an eidetic memory if you only remember certain things?"

"Look Gus, that's not important. What's important is how you always know all these things. You worry me sometimes, buddy."

"Shawn, the only reason I know this is because, if you remember, I have a REAL job. One that involves pharmaceutical sales. One that I need to be doing right now, if I want to keep living in my apartment."

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"So, Mr. Jones, is there any particular reason why you want to work at this hospital as an oncologist?" asked the Dean of the Hospital as he looked at the sitting across from him. "There are many other hospitals, far more qualified than we are that would be happy to accept you, with your credentials."

"I just felt like this was the right hospital." replied the man, smoothing a slight wrinkle on his shirt. "Also, if you don't mind, I would like to take a look around this place. I like to get a feel for a potential workplace."

"Of course, Mr. Jones, as soon as we are done with the interview, I will have a security guard give you a tour. I'm sorry that it can't be one of our own hospital staff. Sunday nights are the most hectic at the hospital. Frankly, I'm surprised that you came in for the interview today. My secretary didn't think that this would be the only day you could have an interview. Do you have any family, a partner, anyone?"

"No, miss, it's just me and my work. I take pride in being the best I can be." said Mr. Jones.

"Well, you certainly succeeded. I am quite impressed with your achievements. Top student in your graduating class at Harvard? That really is something. Those sort of people tend to end up working at the hospitals in the big cities. The respect you would get there would be great, and the money isn't too bad either."

"Well, miss, I know that, but seeing as Santa Barbara's where I grew up, I really would like to work here. And, this hospital is as good as any. Money isn't important to me, all I want is to help those patients who have cancer. My mother would have wanted me to. She passed away last month from a malignant tumor on her liver that the doctors couldn't remove. It was right after I graduated from school and I couldn't do anything to save her

Despite what anyone is thinking, there will be NO Shassie. At least not for this story. Any relationship formed between Shawn and Lassiter will be one of friendship, or on Lassiter's part, a relationship of tolerance. Thanks to xpsychxssjs you might expect some Shules in this story, later on. I'm not telling you when right now, mostly because I'm not really sure myself.

Also, I actually don't have any idea how this drug works, or even if people use it today, so I may be somewhat inaccurate while telling how it is used. But remember, this is a STORY, and I'm not trying to make money off of it or anything. This is purely for my own pleasure and I don't want to stress out over the details, so PLEASE don't criticize me on facts that I get wrong.

Well, that's all I have to say. I 3 reviews, remember that, and if you want the story to go on more quickly, reviews power my little typing fingers.