A/N (6/21/11): I'm going through my story and trying to edit it. I made too many mistakes for me to be happy, so I'm attempting to fix it.

ENJOY!

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The group of four arrived at the Starbucks' parking lot fairly quickly after stopping at Taco Bell at the insistence of Shawn and Gus. Fairly quickly meaning it took only a couple minutes since they were on the same stretch of highway. To their credit, the consultants managed to eat in the car without incident, which was good considering it was Lassiter's car and he'd probably shoot them if they'd dirtied up his leather seats.

Lassiter was the first one out, looking as professional as ever, followed closely by Juliet, Gus, and then Shawn. There were already a few officers on the scene and Lassiter took charge of them all immediately.

"Okay!" He announced, getting their attention, "I need somebody to show my partner," Lassiter gestured to Juliet, "where the vehicle was parked. You!" He pointed to a scrawny-looking officer with glasses.

"Yes, sir!" The man quailed and led Juliet to a parking space on the other side of the lot, trembling the whole time.

"Where's the witness?" He called and this time Buzz McNab came forward. "McNab!" Lassiter shouted and the young officer flinched. "Where is he?"

"Over there, sir," McNab answered. "He's sitting on that bench." McNab pointed to the area right outside the Starbucks entrance and Lassiter marched right over.

"Come on, man!" Shawn didn't even need to look over at his best friend to know that he'd be right on his heels. "Lassie's obviously gonna get more than Jules will. We all know there won't be anything left behind."

"No, Shawn," Gus disagreed, still following him, "not everyone knows that. Juliet could still find something. Maybe the kidnapper spit on the ground before he took off, or maybe he cut himself on something and there will be traces of blood. You never know."

"Gus, when will you learn? I always know." Shawn was confident in his abilities, and his abilities told him that all they could get from here was information from the witness. And possibly a chocolate scone. Shawn thought he was in the mood for one of those. Even though he didn't really know what they were.

"Dude, what's a scone?" He asked as they neared Lassiter and the witness.

"You don't know? How can you not know?" Gus was actually shocked by this. "Everybody knows this, Shawn! It's common knowledge!"

"Gus! Just tell me what it is!" Shawn exclaimed in exasperation, and by this point they were right next to Lassie and the witness.

"Shut up, Spencer. I'm in the middle of something." Lassiter didn't even look at them when he spoke. "Go on, Mr. Niture."

As the witness talked to Lassiter, Shawn beckoned Gus closer and whispered, "Mr. Niture? What kind of name is that? It's gotta be fake."

"But what would this guy need a fake name for?" Gus asked cluelessly.

"Because he's involved!" Shawn whisper-shouted, then, a little less sure, "Somehow..."

"You have nothing to prove that!" Gus whisper-shouted back, "You can't accuse him of being involved with no evidence! Maybe his parents were hippies who misspelled "nature" when they changed their last name."

"You know I can hear every word your saying, right?" Lassiter stood facing them, the witness was gone now.

"Lassie, what was the witness's first name?" Shawn asked coolly.

"Fur. Why?" Lassiter asked, oblivious to what was right under his nose, and Gus groaned.

"Come on, Carlytown, I know you can put it together." Shawn encouraged, "Think. Fur. Niture."

Lassiter whispered it to himself and a sudden rage lit his eyes, "Furniture! Dammit! How could I have missed that?"

Shawn opened his mouth to reply, but Gus cut him off, "It's a rhetorical question, Shawn. He doesn't really want you to answer it."

"McNab!" Lassiter shouted and the officer came running, "Where's that witness?"

"Uh, you were done with him, so we, uh," Buzz stammered, "we let him go. Why? What's going on?"

"We are not entirely sure," Shawn stepped in, "but we think he was involved somehow."

"No, we don't, Shawn!" Gus said, "We have no proof!"

"Dude! He gave us a fake name! It's so obvious!"

"No it's not! We-" Gus was cut short by Lassiter yelling, "O'Hara!"

Lassiter turned back to McNab as Juliet approached. "Did we get his license plate? Vehicle description?"

"Whose plate and car description?" Juliet asked as McNab winced and said, "No."

"Dammit!" Lassiter threw his pocket notebook on the ground. "We've got nothing! We don't even know if the tip was real! It was probably just to throw us off!"

During the head detective's outburst Shawn and Gus had been filling Juliet in on the details. Her youthful face drained of hope, but then, as if remembering something, she dug something out of her pocket. It was a piece of paper inside an evidence baggie.

"Carlton," Juliet said to get his attention, and, even though fury still radiated from his eyes he focused on her. "We do have something. I found this," She gave him the baggie, which he started to inspect. "It's a sticky note. It has something written on it, but it's written in some sort of code. It could be something."

He looked up from the evidence, "It's all we've got."

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It was dark by the time Shawn and Gus were ordered to go home while the cops ran tests for DNA and fingerprints. They said it would be a while before they got the results, and if Shawn wasn't picking up any "psychic vibrations" he might as well leave. So the two best friends hopped into Gus's Echo and drove to the Psych office so Shawn could pick up his motorcycle.

"Thanks for giving me a ride, buddy. I'll see you when the cops have a lead." Shawn said.

"See you later, Shawn." Was all Gus said before he drove off.

While Shawn went inside to grab his helmet he pondered the case. What could Mr. Furniture have to do with Arlene Simmons? I have no idea, he admitted to himself, but he's involved somehow.

Shawn was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even noticed the figure crouched in a dark corner of the office. Until it was too late. The man lunged and tackled Shawn from behind. He grunted as they fell to the floor and tried to push the person off, but he stopped when he noticed what was in the man's hand.

It was a gun. Not to mention it was pointed right at his head.

"Whoa!" Shawn put his hands up, "How about you put that gun down and tell me what I did to piss you off."

"Shut up, psychic!" The man barked, and it seemed like his voice was familiar, "I'm gonna get off you, but when I do that I want you to stand up and cuff yourself, or else I'll shoot you." He held out a pair of handcuffs.

"Okay, okay," The man got off of him and yanked Shawn to his feet, and once they were both standing he held out the cuffs to Shawn. Shawn took them. He didn't have another choice. Unless he wanted to get shot.

Shawn started to put the cuffs on but the man spoke, "Behind your back!"

Shawn obliged and proceeded to cuff himself. After he did that, the man spun him around and put the gun to the back of his head. "Walk." He commanded. So Shawn walked.

Eventually they were out the door and standing next to the man's car. Shawn knew what was coming, but he hoped to God that it wouldn't happen. His hopes were lost when the man popped open the trunk and said, "Get in." Again, Shawn had to oblige.

The next thing Shawn knew, the man had slammed the trunk door shut. Shawn heard a car door open and slam, and before he knew it he was kidnapped and being driven off to parts unknown by some guy.