A/N: I wrote this to take a break from Poker Face and tried something a little more random and stupid. Here we see Shawn take full advantage at such a powerful device...GLaDOS must be pissed out of her damn cybermind... Disclaimer, nothing her belongs to me...Reviews are welcome!

Part II- Have Your Cake

"Quick, Gus; are there any cases over at the precinct?" Shawn asked as he shot a couple of random blue portals and going through them, landing either on his feet or his ass. "Not at the moment and gimme that! We still don't know if this thing ever runs out of power and if it does, how do we charge it back up?" Gus scolded while taking the Portal gun away from the fake psychic. "If all else fails, we have a stockpile of AA Batteries."

The phone could not have rung in a more opportune moment as Shawn swooped in to answer it. "Psych Detective Agency!" Chief Vick was slightly surprised at the chipper tone the younger Spencer had responded but brushed it off. "Mr. Spencer, your cooperation is needed over at the police department." "We'll be there in an instant," Shawn replied before hanging up and dragging Gus to a nearby closet. "Shawn, the car is parked outside…" Gus corrected while pointing at his blue Toyota Echo Hatchback. "I know," the pseudo-psychic said just shooting a blue portal and pushing his friend inside.

"Shawn, what the hell?!" Gus yelled over at the other side when he noticed a peculiar fact: this wasn't the agency's utilities closet (the ammunition and assorted weapons gave it away). "You made me walk from my dad's place so I took a small detour to Santa Barbara's Finest," Shawn explained nonchalantly as he went through the same opening. "Now let's walk like we own the place." "But the other portal?!" "Gus, just because we've discovered interdimensional travel doesn't mean we have to be lazy."

Both were very careful not to draw any attention to their new plaything as they arrived at the Chief's office. "Hey, chief!" Shawn greeted, startling not only Karen but detectives O'Hara and Lassiter, the latter already frowning at the mere presence of the two idiots. "Shawn! We expected you to be here in fifteen minutes!" Juliet commented what everyone else was already thinking. "Really? Time flies then. Anyways, what's the problem?"

"There is no problem, Spencer; you can go home now." Lassie stated under his breath. "Actually, there have been a couple of robberies that defy most laws of nature. The thieves appear on one frame with the money and then the next, they're gone. There are no signs of forced entry or use of any card keys." Jules explained, unknowingly describing Psych's newest toy.

Shawn thought over the situation and decided to say the wacky truth with, "I believe they are using portals." Everyone present processed that bit of information and Carlton asked, "What the hell are you talking about?" "They must've tapped into a power that is unimaginable to us mortals and used that power to rip open tears into the fabric of the space-time conundrum…" "Continuum," Gus quickly corrected to which Shawn replied, "I've heard it both ways. Anyways, the thieves used those aberrations to go back and forth between their safe houses to steal the loot!"

But once Shawn had everyone's attention, he used his own perception and spotted the real culprit; misplaced screws near the vent system. "Check the vaults again, there might be some residual from said portals! The spirits cannot be abused again! I beg of you!" Shawn pleaded and for added measure, knelt down grabbed on to Lassiter's leg. Hmm, Lassie-lover smells extra sexy today…I might share the Portal gun with him…

As soon as Vick dismissed them, Gus hurried to Shawn's side, deep worry in his face. "Shawn, we have to throw away that thing! It's an accessory to bank robbery!" "Relax Gusmeinster; the thieves were using the air ducts. Now if you'll excuse me; I have a police department to haunt." Shawn calmly replied while serving himself a glass of water. "Go on to your Pharmacomp position while I make the 6-o'clock news." The pseudo-psychic concluded while he began checking what other features the Portal gun had. "Just make sure to let me get to Psych before you start your shenanigans."

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After tracking down and arresting the bad guys (three former employees from the banks themselves), both detectives had begun to file their paperwork on their desks when Shawn sat on Juliet's desk. "Hi there Jules! You look like you've had one hell of a day," he greeted with a smile. "You don't know the half it; first, the evaluation board, then this robberies…" the blonde detective drifted off. "Then I do believe you deserve a cheesecake for all your hard work!" the younger Spencer concluded as he grabbed O'Hara's uniform hat. "Hey!"

Shawn stopped Juliet from getting her hat long enough to shoot a hand-sized portal into it. On the other side was the break room's fridge, where evidently Buzz McNabb had left his cheesecake untagged. Like a magician, the fake psychic pulled out the pastry complete with spoon from the hat, amusing Juliet and annoying Lassiter to no end. "Wow! How'd you do that?" "Gus is Magic Head for a reason…" Shawn concluded as he headed to his lover's desk.

"Amazing display, Spencer; not only are you a crackpot but you're also a children's entertainer." Carlton spat while finishing up his load of police reports. "Lassie dearest, all my powers have one and only one purpose in life; to serve and please you." Shawn said into the Head Detective's ear, causing the latter to blush profusely and a suitable distraction for the pseudo-psychic to shoot an orange portal under his desk. "Well why don't you can 'serve and please' somewhere else? I'm busy." Lassiter concluded before he risked getting a fire for Indecent Exposure. "Your wish is my command."

Shawn didn't go too far as he returned to the same closet he and Gus used to get to SBPD and shot the blue portal low enough that he'd have to crawl. At the exact moment the fake psych crossed over and reappeared underneath Lassie's desk, Buzz arrived at the same location to inform Lassiter of some trivial department matter.

Let's see how long Lassie can keep it in his pants with me down here… Shawn grinned to himself as he slipped a hand into the older man's shirt. Topside, the Head Detective flinched for a moment at the sensation of such a touch while McNabb rolled on. Shawn slowly unbuttoned the guilty garment and, taking advantage at the fact that Lassie sat so close to the desk, began to place light kisses on his toned abdomen.

The involuntary movements were getting to be too much and Buzz finally asked, "Sir, are you all right?" His face red as a tomato, Lassie struggled but managed to say, "I'm fine but I would appreciate if you left the Robinson case on my desk as soon as possible." McNabb nodded and left in a huff while Carlton dove under his work area only to find it empty and the lower part of shirt undone.