Living Souls

by Kasamyra

"Don't you have some dead spirits to go commune with or something?" Lassiter asked sarcastically. "Oh, no, that's Shawn's forte. He deals with the dead, I only deal with living spirits," she smiled wryly. "The gift matches the personality you know. Shawn is exuberant enough to deal with the dead, I'm calm enough to deal with the living."

5. Chapter 5

Chapter Five

The day after the arrest of the farmer, Shawn insisted that she come with him to the station to collect the check saying that since it was the first case she had actually been hired on for, she definitely had to be there. Gus approved the idea only because he thought it better for Aislinn to hold onto the check than Shawn.

"Here," Gus said, handing Aislinn a piece of paper. "That's a deposit slip. Just take the check straight to the bank before Shawn has a chance to use it for something else."

"Okay," Aislinn said, smiling. Gus seemed prone to overreacting. Usually when Shawn wasted money it was because they had been paid in cash for something. Or because he had gotten ahold of one of Gus's credit cards. Aislinn kept hers well hidden while she was at the office to avoid that happening to her.

Shawn was giddy as they drove to the station, probably anxious to see Juliet, but Aislinn wasn't going to ask about it. Sure enough, as soon as they pulled up to the station, Shawn ditched her to go find Juliet. Aislinn sighed and went to the front desk alone to pick up the check, then after signing for it, she went in search of Shawn, but couldn't find him anywhere. She chose a bench near the chiefs office to wait, figuring that eventually Juliet would come back to her desk, and Shawn probably wouldn't be that far behind her. She pulled out her phone for something to do, shedding her gloves at the same time so she could actually use the touch screen.

"You!" She heard someone call and looked up to see Lassiter pointing at her as he stood with the chief next to his desk. She tilted her head in question, then shoot as he waved her over. "You claim to be psychic right?" He asked. The chief glared at him for a moment but didn't comment. Aislinn nodded slowly, not sure what he was getting at. "How exactly does that work? You said it was different from Spencer's… gift." He said the word as though it were a swear and she looked down at the floor to reply, wanting to avoid the glare that usually came with that tone of voice.

"It is different," she said quietly. "I have to touch something in order to get any… vision from it."

"So if you shook hands with Walker you could tell us where he buried the body?" Lassiter asked eagerly, the change in tone making Aislinn look up. She frowned.

"I could…" she trailed off, hesitating.

"But?" The chief asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It would be… unpleasant," Aislinn muttered looking back down at her feet.

"Unpleasant how?" The chief asked, but Lassiter interrupted her reply.

"Well he won't confess and we need to know where the body is to get his murder charges to stick since there was no forensic evidence linking him to the second murder. If we could find where he buried the first one we could get him put away for life," he said looking toward the hallway that led to the interrogation chambers. Aislinn gulped. "Or are you just another fake, like Spencer?"

"He's not… I'm… okay," Aislinn said, her heart sinking. She really didn't want to see anything from the farmer's memories, especially not a murder or him burying the body. At least during the case of the missing books that had turned into murder she had managed to avoid anything too graphic. Lassiter grinned smugly, obviously thinking she was just going to make up some excuse as to why she couldn't see where the body was. He wanted her to fail at this so he could accuse her of being a fake, which meant that she would have to point them to where the body was or risk Shawn being outed as a fake too.

She followed him down the stairs to the interrogation room where the man sat, waiting for someone to come in and ask him questions. The chief and Lassiter went into the viewing room leaving Aislinn alone in the hallway. She gulped, then pulled open the door, ignoring the flashes of image she got from the doorknob. The man looked up as she entered and raised an eyebrow, obviously wondering why a girl that looked like a skinny teenager was there for.

"Hi," she said, walking over to the table. His hands were handcuffed together, but he could still raise them so she held out hers as though to shake his hand. "I'm Aislinn, we met yesterday." He lifted his hands automatically, gripping hers to shake without even thinking. She let the images flow through her mind and her face grew ashen as she watched them. Knowing the chief and Lassiter were listening, she dropped his hand and swallowed, trying to calm her suddenly revolting stomach. She backed toward the door a few steps then drew in a breath and closed her eyes. "He was stabbed. 16 paces due north from the back door, then 7 paces to the east, underneath a pine tree. The knife is with the body." The man in front of her frowned for a moment, then his eyes widened in horror and he lunged to his feet. Aislinn was out the door before the others could exit the viewing room. She ran across the narrow hallway to a bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before throwing up everything she had eaten for breakfast and lunch that day. She wiped away the few tears that had leaked from her eyes, then peeked out the door to check if the hallway was clear. She made it up the stairs and down part of the hall before having to dodge into an empty conference room to avoid someone. She slid down the wall and brought her knees to her face, trying to calm her breathing. She closed her eyes, then opened them immediately as the face of the dead man shone behind her eyelids. Even with her eyes open she could see his face, gasping for breath and the light fading out of his eyes until they were still and his face drained of color. She gasped and buried her face into her arms, drawing in another rattling breath. She could vaguely hear shouting from somewhere nearby, then footsteps passing the doors at a quick pace. She focused on slowing her breathing and tried to ignore the face of the man dying in front of her over and over.

Her concentration was broken a few minutes later by the piping of someones knees as they knelt in front of her. She wiped her face on her shirt sleeves before she looked up, then used her hands to wipe away more tears as they fell. She had expected Shawn, and was surprised to see Lassiter in front of her instead.

"Sorry," she said, frantically wiping her eyes now in an effort to stop crying. she drew her knees closer to her, trying to make herself as small as possible. "I'm not crying because-" She stopped as he moved to sit cross legged in front of her which she assumed must be uncomfortable to do in the suit he was wearing.

"Spencer has… informed me that you physically see a persons memories when you touch them and that it was unfair of me to have asked you to do that," Lassiter began.

"It's-" she began but was cut off as he held a hand out in front of him.

"I have to agree with him this time," he said, then frowned. "Don't tell him I said that." Aislinnn smiled slightly. "Anyway, I wanted to apologize for asking you to do something that causes you this much distress."

"It's fine," she said, then sighed and wrapped her arms back around her legs and rested her chin on top of them. "It was just… a shock I guess." She was mildly surprised that Lassiter had bothered trying to comfort her at all, it really didn't fit into the image of him she had. He nodded in understanding.

"I threw up the first time I saw a dead body," he admitted. Her eyes widened in shock and she stared at him for a moment. He smiled a little. "I'm not lying." She gave him another thin smile.

"It's not the dead body part that bothers me," she said, looking at the floor. "It's just that… when I see the memories, I see it from that persons point of view, with their emotions and the smells and the sounds." She shuddered as the memory replayed in front of her eyes again. "I can feel the knife…" she opened her palm, then clenched it into a fist. Her face grew white again and she frowned, trying to get the image out of her mind.

"Stop thinking about it," he suggester, tilting his head to one side. She almost laughed aloud at the similarity between that movement and the one Shawn made when he suggested something he knew was useless. She wondered if Shawn had gotten the action from Lassiter, but figured it was the other way around since Shawn suggested useless things much more often.

"It doesn't work like that," she said, shaking her head. "Once I see the memories they are up here forever," she said, tapping the side of her head. She sighed, then moved so her legs were also crossed. "I'm fine though, really. Thanks for…" she trailed off, not really sure what she was thanking him for. For being nice? For making sure she wasn't going to go jump off a bridge? "Talking," she settled on, then grinned, feeling a bit better. "And don't worry, I won't tell Shawn that you are capable of being nice. He thinks you are a robot with no emotions other than anger and annoyance." Lassiter snorted and rolled his eyes, getting to his feet. He held a hand out to help her up but she stood by herself. Her raised a brow at her in question. "It feels like cheating to get to know someone with a touch rather than talking to them," she explained, assuming he had probably forgotten that if she touched his hand she would see his memories.

"Oh," he said, pulling his hand back. She wiped underneath her eyes once more to make sure there weren't any tears left there, then turned toward the door. "Well if you every need someone to talk to…" he said, then trailed off, obviously regretting saying that.

"Don't worry, I won't come to you," she said, grinning again. "Emotions make you uncomfortable."

"Did you get that from a vision?" He asked, scowling at her. She laughed and shook her head.

"No. From casual observation," she said as he pulled the door of the conference room open and stood back to let her out first. He grumbled something too low for her to hear as she passed.

She had barely set foot in the hallway when a heavy body crashed into her. She would have fallen too if Shawn hadn't purposely overbalanced for her weight when he hit her.

"Aislinn!" He yelled in her ear and she laughed, pushing him away. "I'm so sorry that Liassie was such a meanie and I wasn't here to protect you!"

"Shut up Spencer," Lassiter said from behind him, rolling his eyes. Shawn turned around and shoved Aislinn behind him, glaring at the detective.

"I don't need protecting Shawn," she said, smiling. "I'm older than you, remember?"

"You're shorter so that doesn't count," Shawn said over his shoulder.

"You're an idiot," she said, then grabbed his arm to drag him away from the glaring contest he was having with Lassiter. Aislinn smiled back at the detective as she led Shawn outside and back to her car. He talked at her the whole way to the back, then the whole way back to the Psych office, but she ignored most of it.

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"Are you up for going to the station today?" Shawn asked Aislinn as they took turns tossing crumpled balls of paper into the basketball hoop above the trash can. It had been almost two weeks since she had been back to the station, not that that was her choice. Shawn was being extra careful, as though she would break or burst into tears if he said the wrong thing. She rolled her eyes, then tossed her paper, smiling as it sailed into the trash perfectly.

"Of course," she said, kicking her feet off her desk where they had been resting and turning in her chair to face him. "Do we have a case?"

"Yep," Shawn said, grinning as his throw went right through the hoop. "The chief called this morning. We have a meeting in her office at one."

"Shawn, its 12:45," Aislinn said, getting to her feet.

"So?" Shawn said, still sitting with his feet up on his desk. She walked over and pushed them off.

"So it takes at least fifteen minutes to get there," she said, grabbing her purse and keys. "Lets go."

"We have to wait for Gus though," Shawn said, protesting as she pulled him through the door and locked it behind them.

"Gus is probably already there," she said, rolling her eyes and shoving him in the direction of her car.

Traffic was light so they made the drive in just over ten minutes, reaching the station door just as Gus did. Aislinn led the way inside and to the chiefs office, only belatedly realizing that Shawn and Gus had gotten lost somewhere on the way. She sighed but entered the office anyway, finding a place near the wall to stand. Lassiter and Juliet were already there conversing with the chief, and they payed her no mind, though the both glanced at her as she entered. Gus arrived a moment later, following a man in a dark suit. The chief glanced at Gus, who shrugged, then sighed and started the meeting.

"Detectives, this is special agent Ewing. He's here to investigate a series of false $100 bills recently spotted in the area. So let me officially welcome you to Santa Barbara. We are all ready and willing to-" she was cut off as Shawn opened the door and walked over to Gus.

"Don't let me interrupt," he said, ignoring the glares aimed in his direction. "Please, continue." The chief sighed and Aislinn rolled her eyes at him.

"Anyway," the chief said, visibly annoyed. "Mr. Spencer, this is special agent Ewing from the Treasury department in Washington."

"Yes," Shawn said, nodding seriously. "We sniffed one another in the hallway." Aislinn almost groaned, knowing that whatever Shawn had done was probably embarrassing.

"He is here because they have been tracking an aggressive forger who's been counterfeiting large numbers of $100 bills and the laundering the money into small communities across the country," the chief continued.

"The last being a Home Depot right here in the heart of your little Hamlet," Ewing said.

"Well we are just raring to help you with this federal bust," Lassiter said excitedly. Aislinn covered her mouth to keep from laughing as Shawn as Gus looked at each other in amusement. Ewing stared at him a moment, then turned back to the chief.

"Who is this?" He asked, pointing to Lassiter, who scowled.

"This is Carlton Lassiter, our head detective, and his junior partner, Juliet O'Hara," the chief said, gesturing to them in turn.

"Ah, the name Juliet," Ewing said softly, lifting Juliet's hand in his own. "'How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,'" he quoted. Aislinn raised both her brows in surprise. "Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet."

"Tootie, you in trouble?" Shawn said in a weird accent, very over dramatically. Aislinn snorted in laughter, then turned red as Lassiter and Juliet turned to look at her. "It's Mindy Cohn, Facts of Life," Shawn said when they turned to look at him. The chief sighed again but this time Aislinn thought she saw the corners of her mouth twitch up.

"Could you all please state your names again? And please speak clearly," Ewing said, pulling a small device from his coat pocket and holding it up. Aislinn rolled her eyes as Lassiter got per excited about the device again only to be told it was actually connected to a person, then get denied the use of a stenographer by the chief.

"Now what I need from all of you is your full cooperation in assisting special agent Ewing in any way he sees fit," the chief said, drawing Aislinn's wandering mind back to the present. "Now, any questions?" Darn, she must have missed most of the briefing. Now she would be forced to go off of whatever Shawn and Gus had heard, which she hoped was enough.

"I have a question for Special," Shawn said, raising his hand.

"Who is this?" Eweing asked, pointing at Shawn and Gus.

"This is Shawn Spencer," the chief said, gesturing to him. "And his partners, Burton Guster and Aislinn Kelly. Mr. Spencer is a psychic with the department who I thought might be helpful."

"Well, next time I have to go on a panty raid I'll give him a call," Ewing said, rolling his eyes. "But we already have our own psychic. She's just started in the department and she is already a superstar. Got us so close to the counterfeiter a month ago in Wilmette, Illinois. We must have missed him by only a few minutes." He gestured to the door as it opened and a woman with dark hair walked in. She stood next to Shawn and smirked at him as he frowned.

"Mr. Spencer, Lindsay-" Ewing said.

"Leikin. We too met in the hallway," Shawn said, still frowning.

"Okay, let's adjourn this meeting," the chief said. "I know agent Ewing has prepared informational packets for all of you. We will meet at the Home Depot tomorrow.

"Let's say 0700 hours," Ewing said, looking at his watch.

"700 hours is almost twenty days," Shawn said, laughing. "Shouldn't we act sooner?"

"0700 is 7a.m. Shawn," Juliet said.

"Precisely detective," Ewing said, smirking at her. "Striking and whip-smart. Intriguing."

"I knew that too," Lassiter said, but Ewing ignored him. "You have Pennsylvania Ave. running through your veins. Ever consider taking the Bureau exam?" Juliet shrugged, then turned to leave the room.

"I have," Lassiter said, following them.

"Let me set up that conference area for you. Right this way," the chief interrupted, leading Ewing and Lindsay from the room.

"Little skeptical of psychic's are we?" Aislinn heard Shawn ask as he followed the woman from the office.

"I should have said just you," she replied. "And don't think I didn't pick up on that calluses on my hands guitar clue. Good one. This is gonna be good. I'm gonna solve this case, and I'm gonna prove you're a fake. Fun right?" She turned and walked away from Shawn, who frowned after her. When they were left alone, Aislinn glanced at him.

"I can…" she twiddled her fingers to illustrate using her gift. "If you want."

"Nah," Shawn said, shrugging. "It'll be fine. Lets go back to the office."

"I'm going back to work," Gus said, looking at his watch. He handed two of the informational packets Ewing had given him to Aislinn, then turned and left.

"Come on," Aislinn said, sighing. "We can stop and get smoothies on the way back."

"Yes!" Shawn said, grinning as he followed her back to her car. They rode back to the office and, finally, after an hour long stop at the smoothie place, arrived back at the office.

"Don't you think we should do a little investigating?" Aislinn asked as Shawn sat at his desk.

"Nah," Shawn said, picking up a magazine and flipping through the pages. "We can do that tomorrow. Or in 700 hours."

"Aren't you worried about what that woman said?" Aislinn asked, frowning.

"Negative," Shawn said, grinning. "There's no way she's as good as me. Plus we have a real psychic."

"I don't-" Aislinn began but Shawn cut her off.

"I know," he said holding his hands up. "You don't want to be in the center of things."

"Did I tell you that?" Aislinn asked, frowning. She had been meaning to talk to him about it for a while now, ever since seeing the murder in the farmers memories, but she hadn't wanted Shawn to think she was weak.

"Nope," he said, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet onto his desk. "But I do notice things. Sometimes."

"I just don't like being the Center of attention," she said, looking down. "Also I don't want to see any more murders."

"It's fine," Shawn said, smiling. She smiled back a little, still feeling like she was letting everyone down by not doing more.

The office fell into a silence for almost half an hour until Shawn finally decided to head out. Aislinn stood too, figuring that since they had to be up early the next morning she would go home too. It was only a little after seven and she wasn't really tired at all, so she decided to stop at the pub near her apartment. She wasn't going to drink anything, but the place served really good nachos and she really didn't feel like cooking. She changed her mind about the drink when the waitress told her it would be a twenty minute wait for the food. Aislinn found a barstool to wait and ordered a beer, then sipped on it as she leaned her back against the bar and watched the few people there. It was still a little early, and it was a Wednesday, so the place shouldn't have been as busy as it was. Maybe it was a holiday r something that Aislinn had just forgotten about. Why else would there be so many people out? She turned back to face the bar as she finished off her beer so she could order another one, then jumped as a hand came to rest on her shoulder.

"Hey baby," the man said, slurring his words a little. She glanced at her watch briefly, wondering why he was so drunk when it wasn't even eight, then shrugged his hand off of her. "Oh don't be like that," he said, draping his arm around her shoulders and squeezing a little. She jumped down from her stool and slid under his arm, moving too quickly for him to notice what she was doing. She started to walk away, hoping he would take the hint. No such luck. "Hey!" He said loudly, grabbing her arm to pull her back towards him.

"I'm not interested," she said softly, ducking her head. She could smell the alcohol coming from him and tried to pull away again. "Please," she said, her voice growing a little panicked. "Leave me alone."

"Let's go somewhere a little less crowded baby," he said, grinning stupidly at her. He began to pull her toward the back of the bar where the bathrooms were. She pulled against him the entire time but he didn't drop her arm, instead he wrapped his free hand around her waist to pull her along better. She looked around for someone to help her but no one was really paying attention.

"Stop," she begged as they reached the hallway to the bathrooms. Her heart sank as she noticed it was empty and very dimly lit. He stopped walking and turned to press her against the wall. She used the momentary freedom of her arms to scratch him and he jumped back a little, swearing as he pulled her hands away from his face. There were three long stripes of red across his cheeks that were beginning to bleed a little, but he didn't pay attention to them anymore.

"You little bitch," he said, pushing his entire body against hers, pinning her to the wall. "Playing hard to get, huh? Let's go out back."

"No!" Aislinn said, trying to knee him in his junk as he turned towards the back door, both her arms clenched in his hands. The man stumbled as he turned, then fell back a step and let go of her arms, making her fall to the floor. A second later, the guy fell beside her, unconscious. She scooted a fay from him, then yelped as someone else lifted her to her feet. She struggled against them until the let her go and she backed up to the wall.

"Aislinn?" The newcomer asked. She looked up and had to wipe her eyes to see. She hadn't realized she was crying. It took her a moment to recognize the person, but when she did she let out a sigh of relief.

"Lassiter," she said, not really knowing what to do. The man on the floor groaned as he began to wake up and now Aislinn could see the shadow of a bruise forming over one of his cheeks.

The next thing she knew Lassiter had grabbed her arm and led her back through the bar and out the front door.

"If you are going to go out to bars at least be smart enough to carry pepper spray or something," Lassiter said as he practically dragged her along. She nodded, keeping her head down and just following after him silently. She wasn't hungry anymore anyway, so there was really no point in waiting for her food to be done, even though she had already payed for it. "And seriously, why would you go out drinking alone? You can't defend yourself sat all." She wasn't even sure if he realized they were outside now as he berated her. Her tears started spilling over again and she raised her free arm to wipe them away as they finally came to a stop right outside her apartment building.

"I'm sorry," she said, letting her hair fall in front of her face to hide it as she looked down at her feet.

"You really should take a self defense class or something," he said, dropping her arm. She nodded again but didn't say anything. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice a little softer. She looked up, nodding.

"Thank you," she said. "For, uh, punching that guy."

"Don't tell anyone. Cops aren't supposed to do that," Lassiter said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking around them. "I can go back and arrest him though. Do you want to press charges?" Aislinn smiled and shook her head.

"I wasn't going out for a drink or anything," she said, feeling the need to explain herself for some reason. "I was just hungry and on my way home and I didn't want to cook anything. I don't usually go to bars by myself, I know it's stupid. But I figured since it was so close to my house and…" She gestured at the building, then frowned. "How do you know where I live?"

"Oh, uh," he rubbed the back of his neck, looking more like a boy than a detective. She grinned.

"Did you look me up on the police database?" She asked, trying not to laugh at his awkwardness.

"I was just making sure you weren't a criminal or anything," he said, then frowned and stood up straighter.

"I didn't know I even had a file or anything," she said, tiling her head to one side as she tried to think back as to what her police file could possible say.

"You were put into the system sixteen years ago for getting a speeding ticket," Lassiter said.

"Oh yeah. I remember that. I only had my license for a week before getting that ticket and then my mom wouldn't let me drive again until I turned eighteen," she said, laughing a little, then frowning. "I thought speeding tickets went away after five years."

"In some states," he said, shrugging. "But it always stays on your police record, it just gets taken off the public records."

"Oh," she said, looking down again. They stood in a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, looking around the street.

"Did you want to-" Aislinn asked, pointing at the door. She stopped, realizing he had started talking at the same time.

"Well I should-" he had half turned away, then turned back as she spoke. "What?"

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come up," she said, gesturing toward the building again. "I still haven't had dinner, and I'm assuming you haven't either since you are stills dressed for work."

"These are my casual clothes," he said, frowning as he looked down at his suit. She raised an eyebrow, half smiling.

"They look exactly the same as your work clothes," she said.

"No, I'm wearing different shoes," he said, almost pouting now. She laughed.

"Come on," she said, turning to walk to the front door. "I'll make you some food." He followed after her, grumbling about the difference between dress shoes and loafers.

"Hm," Lassiter said when they had reached her apartment. He stood near the door and looked around the wide living space.

"What?" She asked, her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised.

"It's cleaner than I would have expected for someone who works with Spencer," he said, shrugging.

"Wait," she said as he made to step forward. "No shoes on the carpet." She tried not to laugh as he toed off his shoes, then wen tint the adjoining kitchen/dining room and opening a few cupboards to see what she could make. Lassiter followed after her and took a seat at the table. "Obviously you've never seen Gus's apartment either. It's not quite as clean as mine because I obsessively organize things when I'm bored, but it's much cleaner than Shawn's current place." As she spoke she pulled out a box from the cupboard, looked at it, then put it back and kept looking. "It's like spending time with Shawn makes us have to be neat to counteract him." Lassiter snorted but didn't say anything. "And actually both of them are sort of disgusting at the office. They never clean anything. If I didn't pick up the trash and wash the dishes it would be terrible. I don't know how they managed before I got here." She took out another box, frowned, and put it back, then turned to face him. "It would appear as though I have no food here. Well, there's ramen noodles, a tomato, and like six baby carrots in the fridge." Lassiter raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Also there's a box of instant potatoes that might have been here when I moved in." He chuckled that time and she smiled, glad she was sort of getting him to express an emotion other than anger. She filled up a kettle with water and put it on the stove to boil, then fished through her cupboards for tea. "Tea?" she asked, holding up the teabag packets. He shrugged so she got a glass down for him, then took the ramen packets out of the cupboard and put them together, then into the microwave. Five minutes later they were both sitting at the table with bowls of ramen and cups of tea.

"Thanks," Lassiter said, though he sounded unsure as he looked into the bowl.

"Sorry it's not five star restaurant quality. I blame the microwave. It doesn't work very well," she said, keeping her face straight. He snorted and she grinned. She moved the noodles around her bowl with her fork for a few minutes, her appetite gone as she thought about the afternoon again.

"Hey," Lassiter said, pulling her out of her thoughts. "It's normal to go into shock after a traumatic experience." She raised one eyebrow, her mouth tipping up at the corners.

"I'm not going into shock," she said, picking up both their bowls as she stood. She dumped hers down the garbage disposal then rinsed out both empty bowls and put them into the dishwasher. She noticed her hands were shaking a little as she closed the dishwasher and she took in a deep breath to calm herself. "You're right though. I should learn self defense." She sat back in her chair at the table and sipped her tea slowly even though it was now room temperature. "It would be useful to know."

"I can teach you," Lassiter said, then opened his mouth as she looked at him in surprise. "I mean, if you want… I know how… never mind." She almost laughed at how awkward he was. Maybe that's how it was supposed to be like with all new people and she had just passed by that with Shawn and Gus because of the memory thing.

"I don't think the 'pulling out a gun' defense will work for me," she said, smiling.

"I know the kinds of self defense things they teach in classes too," Lassiter said, rolling his eyes. She looked at him curiously for a moment. "I have a little sister. I taught her how to fend off guys and stuff." Aislinn laughed at his wording then considered him for a moment.

"You're actually a nice person aren't you?" She said, grinning at his obvious discomfort. "You're just really awkward about being nice. I totally get it now." He frowned. "I meant that in a not bad way." He raised an eyebrow and she frowned. "I just meant that it's nice of you to offer to teach me self defense." He snorted and she hit his arm. "Shut up." They sat in silence for another moment, this time it was a comfortable one.

"You know, I don't understand why you and Shawn don't get along better," she said when the silence began to grow a little awkward.

"Because he is an annoying twit," Lassiter said. "And I'm going to prove that he's a fake." Aislinn frowned a little, wondering if maybe he was being nice to her because he wanted her to tell him whether or not Shawn was actually psychic.

"I'm not telling secrets that aren't mine to tell," she said, crossing her arms. He looked up, a surprised expression on his face.

"I wasn't going to ask," he said, and she relaxed again.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "It's just that usually when people… know you can do something they can't they expect you to use it to benefit them."

"Ah," he said, nodding in understanding. "That's why I don't have friends. Also I dislike most people."

"You can't honestly tell me you have no friends," Aislinn said incredulously. He shrugged. "What about Juliet? Or like… people you went to school with or something?"

"Work partners can't be friends," he said, shrugging. "And most of the people I went to school with were idiots." She shook her head.

"Work partners can be friends. And I'm pretty sure Juliet considers you to be her friend. I'd also add Shawn and Gus to your list of friends," she held up a hand as he started to protest. "Just because they are annoying doesn't mean they aren't your friends. So theres at least four people you can consider friends."

"Four people?" He asked, frowning.

"Well I'm on that list too obviously," she said, grinning. "I'd say the chief is also on that list… maybe. I don't know if she counts though."

"She doesn't," he said, shaking his head and frowning. "And neither do Spencer or Guster."

"You are stubborn," she said, half smiling. "And there has to be at least one person you were friends with in high school that you still talk to occasionally. Or from college."

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "I hated all of them."

"There's not even one?" She pried, trying to get him to admit to having friends.

"None. Do you still talk to people from high school?" He asked, trying to call her bluff.

"Well thats different," she said, scowling. "I didn't talk to anyone in high school to begin with so obviously I don't talk to them now either."

"No one?" He asked, frowning. "Why not?"

"My mother thought it wasn't a good idea for me to have friends with my… weird psychic thing. She thought that if I made friends they would find out and it would get around town, which she wanted to avoid. She was probably right. Up until like a week ago I had absolutely no control over it at all," she said, rambling a little. She was exhausted from the day, though she hadn't done much.

"And now you can control it?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Well a little. I know how to stop seeing things every time I touch something. Sort of. I haven't quite gotten the hang of it yet, hence the gloves," she said, holding up her hands and letting the sleeves of her shirt fall over her wrists to show the edges of the gloves.

"You wear gloves?" He asked, leaning forward curiously.

"Yeah, most of the time. That way I don't accidentally touch things. Or people," she said, pulling her sleeves back over the gloves. "I thought you didn't believe in psychics." She asked, not sure why he was so curious about her all of a sudden.

"I don't believe Spencer is one," he said, shrugging and leaning back in his chair. "How exactly does that all work?" He asked, waving a hand to gesture to her. She chuckled.

"When I touch something I get flashes of all the memories attached to it," she said, trying to simplify it since she herself didn't really know exactly how it all worked. "If I let it, the memories just kind of store themselves in my mind. It only takes a few seconds to see them all because I don't really see them. I just sort of know and can recall them later." She shrugged, knowing she wasn't doing a good job of explaining it. "And I don't forget them. Ever. I can still recall things from visions I got when I was a child in perfect detail."

"Fascinating," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "So you can know someone's entire history by shaking their hand?"

"No, I only get the important things at first. The memories of things that changed them into who they are at that moment," she said.

"At first?" He asked.

"Yeah, like, a handshake. I can get the less important memories if I maintain the contact longer. Like with Shawn. He's helping me figure out how to control it all so I have a lot of his memories in here," she tapped the side of her head. "And I can do the opposite too. Like, put my memories into other people's heads. And Shawn and I worked out how to communicate without talking, like telepathy. I'd never tried that until a few weeks ago." She looked up at him then, realizing she had probably said too much about Shawn's involvement in all of it. She went over her words in her head and let out a sigh of relief when she realized that nothing she had said could be taken to mean that Shawn was a fake. Lassiter was tapping his fingers on the edge of the table as he thought about what she had said. Finally he shook his head and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Um, can you not tell everyone about what I just said, please? I don't like getting weird looks from people."

"Sure," he said, shrugging, still in thought.

"What's wrong?" She asked after another moment.

"I really don't want to believe that psychics are real," he said, shaking his head. She frowned.

"You don't have to believe it," she said. "And I don't really like the term psychic anyway." He raised a brow at her. "Psychic implies magic or whatever, and I don't believe in magic," she explained.

"Well, is there another explanation?" He asked, frowning. She shrugged.

"Magic makes it sound like I'm delusional," she said.

"I haven't ruled that out yet," he said, but his voice was joking. She smiled.

"My dad died when I was really little, I don't remember him at all, he had a brain tumor," she said, launching into her own theory of why she could see memories of other people. "They say the average human only uses about 10% of their brains right? Well, before my dad died they did a bunch of tests, like CT scans and PET scans. My mom had copies of all of them somewhere. Anyway, the doctor's notes said that there was a part of his brain in use that most people didn't use. I think that my being able to see memories and hear thoughts and stuff is because part of my brain that shouldn't be functioning, is functioning." Lassiter nodded as he thought.

"That makes more sense than magic," he said. "Have you gotten a CT scan to see if you're right?"

"No," she said, frowning. "I didn't know about my dad's brain scans until after my mom died and I was going through her things and since then I've been busy with moving here and stuff. My mom wanted to keep everything unusual quiet back home. Also, I don't want to be told I'm wrong and have to make a new theory." Lassiter raised an eyebrow in question and she shrugged, knowing it didn't really make sense. She glanced up at the clock and stood. "Holy crap, it's after midnight. I need to go to sleep," she said, tugging his arm until he was standing, then ushering him toward the door.

"Are you kicking me out?" He asked, amused.

"Well I mean, you can stay if you want, the couch is actually super comfortable," she said, shrugging. "But I'm going to sleep now and I talk in my sleep so if you are a light sleeper you'll be up all night." He chuckled as he slid his shoes on. She looked at her feet as he straightened, suddenly feeling a little awkward. "And, um, thanks for coming up here with me. I'm pretty sure I would have freaked out a little after… all that… if I was by myself." Lassiter smiled and shrugged.

"What are friends for?" He asked, then opened the door. She grinned as he left, glad he was finally admitting to having friends.

---

The next morning Aislinn woke to her alarm at six, showered, dressed, then headed over to Shawn's apartment to wake him up. After ten minutes of banging on the door and shouting, he finally let her in.

"Get dressed!" She said, seeing that he was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt. "It's already 7:15 and it takes ten minutes to drive there. We need to leave. Now."

Shawn groaned something as a response, but he caught the clothes she threw at him and went into his bathroom to change. Five minutes later she was dragging him to her car and ignoring his whining about wanting to stop for smoothies. They met up with the whole group in the Home Depot parking lot and got out of the car just in time to follow them inside the building.

"Okay," the chief said, letting agent Ewing and Lindsay Leikin walk ahead of them. "You are all instructed to cooperate fully with the federal agents but I'll be damned if we're gonna get shown up on our own turf. They may be the feds, but we are a team and this is our town. They will need us."

Aislinn sighed and hung back a little, letting the others walk ahead of her.

"Are you an idiot?" Agent Ewing was saying when Aislinn caught up to them. She shook her head, half ashamed to be seen with this particular group. "Don't answer that. If I plopped a Granny Smith apple down on this counter and carved a 100 on it, would you accept that as legal tender? Don't answer that. Do you know what microprinting is?"

"I'm confused, should I answer that?" The cashier asked, and Aislinn chuckled a little.

"The introduction of microprinting as an anti-replicant feature began in 1990 with the addition of the words "United States of America" printed around Ben Franklin's lapel. In addition, the words 'U.S. 100' are printed within the lines of the lower left 100," Agent Ewing was slowly showing them all a $100 bill to illustrate his lecture. Aislinn sighed, really hoping that she would be able to leave soon. Not only was she tired, but she didn't really see what use she could be in this case without actually touching one of the fake bills.

"I'm sorry," Shawn began, his voice obviously sarcastic. "Is it just me, or is this unbearable boring? I don't know how Ms. Leikin works, but Gus and I are going to investigate the body of the store and search for our culprit's twisted, wretched, filthy aura. Because that is what serious psychics do." Aislinn cleared her throat from her place behind the chief. "And Aislinn is coming along too." She grinned and followed the other two away from the register.

"That guy should teach university classes, he's boring enough," Aislinn said, shaking her head as they walked away.

"No kidding," Gus said as Shawn wandered away. "I was ready to fall asleep right there." They turned down the next isle, then turned around, looking for Shawn. "Shawn!" Gus shouted, seeing him using a lift to get above the isles. "What are you doing?"

"Shawn?" someone else asked, and Gus frowned, then the two of them walked over to the next isle only to find Henry, also yelling at his son.

"Dad!" Shawn said, grinning. "Wow you look so tiny down there."

"Shawn you are only ten feet above us, we don't look any smaller," Aislinn said.

"What the hell are you doing up there?" Henry asked, hands on his hips.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Shawn asked, grinning. "We're making a case. A federal one."

"Oh, of course you are," Henry said sarcastically. "Well, when you've finished wrapping things up for the pentagon, I want you at my house. I got a project for you."

"Afraid we're gonna be a little busy having our pictures taken with the President of the United States of America," Shawn said.

"That won't happen Shawn," Aislinn said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I think you'll be there," Henry said. "You owe me."

"I owe you?" Shawn asked incredulously.

"Yeah, for the last 12 times I helped you solve one of your little cases. You agreed," Henry said.

"Gus, did I agree to that?" Shawn asked.

"Well, technically I think you did," Gus said after a little deliberating.

"We will be there Mr. Spencer," Aislinn promised. He shook his head and walked away. "Get down Shawn. We need to do some investigating."

"Fine," Shawn grumbled, lowering the lift.

When he was on the ground he began leading them toward the back of the store, then up a staircase that said 'employee's only'.

"They aren't just going to let anyone look at the tapes Shawn," Gus said as they followed Shawn down a hallway. He pulled open the door that said 'security' on it and walked inside.

"Can I help you guys?" The man at the screen asked, turning around at their entrance.

"Hello, Garrison," Shawn said, reading the man's name tag. "We're working on the counterfeiting case and we need to see all of yesterday's security footage."

"How do you know my name's Garrison?" The man asked, his face confused. Aislinn almost laughed, but managed to keep a straight face as Shawn leaned over and whispered something to Gus.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to freak you out. My name is Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic with the police department," Shawn said, grinning the entire time.

"There was already a psychic here last night. From Washington no less," he said.

"Told you we should have come yesterday," Aislinn muttered.

"She looked at all the tapes and there was no positive ID," Garrison continued.

"She already came here, huh?" Shawn asked.

"And she's good," the man said, grinning now. "She also knew my name was Garrison."

"Uh, you mind if I take a peek anyway? I work a little differently than her. My process is a little more complex," Shawn said. "I can sometimes pick up images that are underneath the epidermal layer." Aislinn shook her head, but the man seemed to buy it. He turned back to his computer, pulling up the footage from yesterday.

"Here it is," he said, beginning to play through it all. "This is the tape of the counterfeiter she looked at last night. You know, honestly, of that pretty lady psychic couldn't pick anything up, I can't imagine you're going to have much luck."

"You know what, you're probably right," Shawn said a few moments later. "We gave it a shot. Thanks, Garrison."

"Well that was useless," Gus said when they were back in the main part of the store. They went back to the register where agent Ewing was still talking to the man who had helped the counterfeiter the previous day.

"Tall? Short? Age? Race?" Ewing was asking. The man at the counter was just shrugging by that point, not even bothering to answer the questions. "Do you mean to tell me that the only thing you can remember clearly is that he was a man?"

"And technically, I can't even be sure of that, now, can I?" The man said, infuriating agent Ewing even more. Aislinn had to use her hand to cover her smile.

"Wait," Shawn said, lifting a hand to his head. "I'm getting something. He did not wear corrective lenses."

"Actually, that is true," the cashier said, nodding.

"Okay, well, that's something to go on," the chief said, nodding in approval. "Good work, Mr. Spencer."

"Great and so we're looking for someone in Santa Barbara who does not wear glasses," Carlton said sarcastically.

"He- He had a small scar," Lindsay said, lifting her hand to mirror Shawn's earlier actions. "About three inches, on the jaw line. And he wore a single stud diamond in his left ear"

"Yes," the cashier said, beginning to smile now. "And yes. She's exactly right. I can see that clearly now."

"That's why she's the best," Ewing said, smirking a the chief.

"Tough break," Juliet said, turning to follow the chief from the building.

"What about you Ms. Kelly, are you sensing anything?" The chief asked as she walked. Aislinn picked up her pace to catch up with the woman.

"I have to touch things that he's touched in order to get any sort of reading," Aislinn said. "And even then, I can't see the future, only past things."

"Alright," the chief said, then she turned to Juliet and Aislinn fell to the back of the group with Shawn.

"So what now?" She asked, glancing over at them.

"Text Lassie to check the outside security cameras for a Nissan. Probably a Murano, maybe a Sentra," Shawn said.

"I don't have Lassiter's number," Aislinn said. "You do it."

"Yes you do, I put it in your phone yesterday along with Juliet's number and the chiefs," Shawn said.

"Why?" Aislinn asked, frowning. When had she left her phone unattended yesterday?

"Just in case. Now, lets go to my dads," Shawn said, following her to her car as she pulled out her phone to text Lassiter.

"Gus, where's your car?" Aislinn asked, noticing that Gus was still following them.

"At the station. I caught a ride with Lassiter and Juliet," he said, getting into the front seat.

"Hey, I get shotgun," Shawn whined.

"You didn't call it," Gus said, shutting his door and pushing down the lock button. Shawn climbed into the backseat to continue complaining.

"It was implied since we came here without you," Shawn said, Aislinn shook her head and started the car.

"Implied shotgun is only for the significant other of the driver or for older family members," Gus said, crossing his arms.

"That's not a rule!" Shawn said.

Their argument continued all the way to Shawn's dad's house. Henry grinned as he let them in, obviously a little surprised Shawn had actually shown up. He led them into his living room and smiled broadly as he handed a sheet of paper to Shawn.

"Dad, I'm confused," Shawn said after a few seconds of staring at the paper. "These are plans for a wet bar."

"Yeah, that's right," Henry said, crossing his arms over his chest in an imposing way. "For entertaining."

"Right," Shawn said. "But I don't see anywhere in the plans the portal into 1976."

"Shawn, a wet bar happens to be a timeless home feature," Henry said.

"He's right," Aislinn said, chuckling. "My parents house had one."

"Right, perfect for those warm summer evenings when Reggie Jackson and Dylan Cannon swing by for Harvey Wallbangers," Shawn said, snickering.

"Shawn, are you gonna crack wise or are you gonna get to work?" Henry asked, rolling his eyes.

"I feel like it should be noted that neither Gus, nor Aislinn, nor myself are licensed plumbers,: Shawn said.

"Yes I understand that Shawn," Henry said. "I've already installed the sink, all you two have to do is connect the fittings."

"Two?" Shawn asked, frowning.

"Yeah, Aislinn doesn't owe me," Henry said. "She's never asked me for help on any cases."

"Awesome," Aislinn said, grinning at the boys and following Henry into the kitchen. She could hear both Shawn and Gus complaining as she left.

"Beer?" Henry asked, opening the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm the driver today," Aislinn said. "Are you sure you don't want me to go make sure they aren't breaking anything?"

"Nah, they'll be fine," Henry said, sitting down at the table with his can of beer. "So, you are a real psychic then?"

"Yeah," Aislinn said, taking the seat across from him.

"Prove it," Henry said skeptically, crossing his arms and leaning his chair back. Aislinn smiled bitterly.

"Give me your hand," she said, pulling off her thin gloves and sticking them into her pockets. He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward.

"Don't tell me you read palms," he said, his face settling on disbelieving amusement.

"Nah," she said, taking both hands in hers and closing her eyes to focus on blocking out the memories and listening to the thoughts instead. It came much faster, and easier, than it had last week when she had last practiced it. She listened for a moment, trying to make since of the disjointed sentences people thought in most of the time. "You think I'm a fake," she said, smiling a little.

"That's obvious," Henry said.

"And you are currently a little hungry, you're thinking about using the left over ham in your fridge to make a sandwich but you are also considering cooking up the trout in the freezer and just having the leftovers tomorrow. You think your beer is kinda disgusting and you only bought it because it was on sale. Now you are looking around the room wondering what gave away the fish and the leftovers." Her eyes were still closed, but she could tell he was scanning for every possible way to prove her wrong. "You think much the same as Shawn does, picking up all the little details and letting your brain turn them into useful information. It's a very unique way of thinking. Oh, now you are starting to consider that I might not be a fake but the real deal, though you really don't want to believe that, which is totally fine, I get it. You are also considering that I may just be a very dedicated stalker, which I'm not, I can assure you. Now you are counting backwards from forty, not sure why." She dropped his hands and opened her eyes.

"Well," Henry said, a little dumbfounded. "That is a little convincing, all things considered. So what, you read minds or something?"

"Only when I'm touching someone. And I see memories too," Aislinn said, shrugging. "I don't tell the future or any of that crap, though it would be a little hypocritical of me to say thats impossible."

"Huh," Henry said, and Aislinn could guess that he was probably still trying to explain the possibility of mind reading. She smiled. "Well, the horse races are on, I'm gonna go watch them."

"I'll come too," Aislinn said, standing. "I don't want to listen to dumb and dumber argue about the proper way to build a wet bar." Henry laughed, then led her to the living room and flipped on the tv. They watched for almost an hour, Aislinn using games on her phone to entertain herself since the horse races were as boring as watching paint dry, then Henry changed the channel to baseball, which to Aislinn was just as boring, maybe worse. That went on for another hour.

"I need to go into work," Gus said, walking into the room with Shawn.

"Great, I'll drive you to your car," Aislinn said, jumping up with a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how much more baseball she could stand.

"Can you take me back to the office?" Shawn asked.

"Did you finish the bar?" Henry asked, looking up from the couch. Shawn began to nod, then shook his head. "Go finish it, I'll drive you home later." Shawn groaned then stomped away like a child while Aislinn laughed.

"See you later Mr. Spencer," Aislinn said, following Gus out the door.

"Lets stop for food," Gus said once they were back in her car.

"Don't you have to get to work?" Aislinn asked, looking behind her as she backed out of the driveway.

"Nah, that was just an excuse to leave," Gus said, grinning. Aislinn laughed. They stopped for tacos on the way to the station, then Gus left after telling her about the car dealership lead. Aislinn went back to her apartment and dressed for bed even though it was barely past four in the afternoon, then spent the rest of the evening on her couch watching lifetime movies and trying not to cry during them.

---

"Aislinn!" Shawn called in a sing song voice through her apartment. She sat up in bed and blinked at him for a moment, then frowned.

"How did you get in here?" She asked, speaking through a yawn. She flopped back down and pulled her covers over her head.

"Key under the mat," Shawn said.

"I didn't leave a key under the mat," she said, her voice muffled by the blanket.

"Well the previous tenant must have," he said, and she could almost hear the grin. She uncovered her face and blinked against the light.

"What do you want?" She asked when he didn't say anything.

"Get up. We are going car shopping," he said, grinning as he jumped across the room.

"How are you so energetic this early in the morning?" She grumbled, but got out of bed anyway. "And what time is it anyway?"

"Just before seven," Shawn said. "And to answer your question its not morning for me since I haven't slept."

"Shawn," Aislinn said, frowning as she stopped in her motions of gathering clothes. "Why haven't you slept?"

"Eh," Shawn said, shrugging but not answering the question. Aislinn walked into the bathroom to dress, leaving the door open a crack to continue the conversation.

"That Lindsay Leikin woman is really bothering you isn't she?" Aislinn asked, pulling on her clothes.

"It's not that," Shawn called. She heard a faint clanking sound and hurried to finish dressing before he could break any of her things. "Well, I guess it sort of is. I just don't understand how she's doing it. I mean, she's not like you, she's like me, I think." Aislinn straightened her shirt and opened the door to find him fiddling with something on her dresser. She went over and pulled the little jewelry box from his hands.

"I can find out if you want… she doesn't know about me, right?" Aislinn offered, feeling the self doubt and intense curiosity lacing the memories he had just left on the box from touching it.

"Not unless you told her," Shawn said, serious for once. "I didn't say anything since I know you like to be kept out of it."

"Thanks," Aislinn said, twisting her fingers together. "Though I guess Lassiter could have told her too. I'm assuming he didn't since the chief wants us to solve the case first."

"Lassie doesn't believe in psychics," Shawn said, back to his hyper self. He practically skipped from the bedroom to the kitchen, Aislinn following behind at a more reasonable pace.

"I suppose not," Aislinn said, sighing. Shawn had fished around in a cupboard and pulled out a tea bag, holding it out to her. She smiled, wondering if he realized she had never actually told him she liked tea in the morning and that the only reason he knew that is because of the memories she had given him. She accepted it and put a mug of water in the microwave to heat, then turned back to him as she waited. "Lassiter and I had a conversation about that a few days ago," she said, not looking directly at him now. Shawn had become very still and she could feel his eyes on her.

"Did you tell him anything about, uh, me?" Shawn asked. She smiled reassuringly and looked up at him.

"Just that you are helping me learn how to use my gift, nothing more," she said, taking the cup from the microwave right before the timer went off. "I explained to him a little of how my gift works, or how I think it works anyway," she paused, frowning, then held out her hand to him. "Here." He took the offered hand and she shoved the memory of the conversation into his head so he would be sure she hadn't told his secret. He closed his eyes for a few moments after she had dropped his hand, going through the memory. She sipped her tea as she waited, then smiled again as he opened his eyes.

"Why was he even at your house?" Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone was joking but his face looked serious. She frowned.

"Do you want to know every minute of my life?" She asked, her voice carefully even. Her mother had done the same thing, though she had been much more demanding about it. Every time Aislinn had left the house her mother wanted to see all her memories from the day to make sure that Aislinn hadn't made any tiny slip ups that could expose her. It became such a hassle that, after high school, Aislinn had rarely bothered to leave the house at all, and when she did she hardly spoke to anyone.

"No," Shawn said, sighing. "I just wouldn't put it past Lassiter to try to coerce you into telling him about me or using you to spy on me or something," Shawn said, and Aislinn let out a sigh of relief as he returned tot he normally carefree seeming person he usually was.

"He's not a bad guy, Shawn," Aislinn said, rolling her eyes. "We ran into each other at the bar down the street and I invited him up for dinner. We had ramen noodles since I haven't been grocery shopping in a few weeks and had nothing else here."

"Well I expect to be the best man at your wedding," Shawn said, grinning. Aislinn rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the stomach lightly.

"Why did you wake me up so early? The car dealership probably doesn't even open till 9," Aislinn said, finishing off her tea and rinsing the mug.

"I know, but I was bored," Shawn said, grinning again.

"Well, how about next time you're bored you go down to the office and clean it up a bit?" Aislinn suggested, slipping her shoes on.

"Nah, then we'll have nothing to do tomorrow," Shawn said, following after her. She sighed at the failed effort, then began walking out to her car. They were halfway to the grocery store before Shawn thought to question where they were going, then he spent the whole trip complaining about having to carry things.

"This is your own fault you know," Aislinn said as they stood in her kitchen putting away the groceries. "If you hadn't woken me up early and then reminded me I had no groceries, you wouldn't have to be doing all this hard work." Shawn grumbled as he bunched up the empty plastic bags.

"Can we just go to the dealership now please?" He asked, pouting.

"I guess so," Aislinn said, looking at her watch. It was only 8:30, but with driving time they would probably get there around nine.

"Great," he said, back to his exuberant self. "We just have to stop and get Gus first."

"Doesn't he work today?" Aislinn asked, frowning as she followed him out to her car again.

"Nope, it's saturday," he said, chuckling.

"Really? I thought it was friday," Aislinn said, frowning. Not having a regular job was really throwing off her sense of what day it was.

Shawn chatted at her all the way to Gus's place, and then they both talked, or argued, the rest of the way to the dealership. They ended up getting there half an hour after they opened for the day, and Aislinn stood back, preferring to let Shawn and Gus do most of the talking and investigating. The two boys whispered to each other as they all walked into the building. Aislinn hung back to look at the car nearest the door as they walked up to an employee nearby. She leaned her face down, letting her hair fall in front of it, then watched them from the corner of her eye.

"Excuse me, my buddy here is interested in the banana yellow Ferrari, though he is neither gay nor European," Shawn said, and Aislinn almost shook her head. She briefly wondered if his outrageous antics ever actually got him anyway, then realized that if they didn't, he probably wouldn't use them so often. The employee and the woman turned around, and Aislinn frowned, recognizing Lindsay Leikin. She glanced around the building again and spotted the rest of their group in one of the offices, shaking their heads at Shawn. Gus and Shawn were whisper fighting and she walked up to them, grabbing their arms and turning them towards the office.

"So whats going on? No one calls us anymore, that's the new thing? I thought we were a team," Shawn said as they led the office and approached them. Agent Ewing and Lindsay Leikin walked across the wide room to talk to another employee.

"Yeah, first of all, the whole 'team' thing? She wasn't talking to you," Lassiter said, scowling at Shawn. "And secondly, Ewing didn't call me. He called O'Hara."

"It's not like I asked him to," Juliet said, noticing Lassiter's glare and Shawn's raised eyebrow, both directed at her. Aislinn noticed two employees talking a little ways away and stepped behind Shawn and Gus, trying to listen to their conversation. All she caught was enough to piece together that they though the man was an idiot for returning the car and only taking the almost half price he had been offered for it. She was brought back into the conversation when someone mentioned her name.

"Just catch Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster, and Ms. Kelly up on what Ms. Leikin was able to figure out," the chief said.

"Apparently our guy came in here, bought a used Lamborghini for $47,000 in cash," Lassiter said, falling into a reporting mode.

"Next day, he tries to return it. All sales are final, but the sales manager makes a concession, offering mere $26,000 in cash," Juliet continued.

"He accepts it?" Gus asked, frowning. "What kind of idiot is this guy?"

"A genius idiot, according to the feds," the chief said.

"You see, those familiar with this sort of thing know that it's the classic grift," Lassiter said smugly. "Essentially, he traded 47 Gs of worthless paper for $26,000 in cold, hard cash. I've seen it before."

"Where?" Shawn asked sarcastically. "In a Mamet play?" Aislinn reached over to touch the back of his hand just long enough to tell him to play nice. He rolled his eyes at her but didn't continue the quip.

"Any witnesses?" Gus asked. Aislinn looked back up to join the conversation only to see Lassiter raise an eyebrow at her and half nod toward her hand. She shrugged.

"No," Juliet answered. "But a yellow Lamborghini was spotted outside of town in Goleta, but it was moving too fast to make an ID. You know I don't think he's a swimmer," she continued, now distracted by the two agents approaching them. "He's not really that build. I bet he plays rugby." Aislinn turned to look behind her.

"Maybe soccer," she added, now standing next to Juliet.

"Oh, maybe," Juliet said, sighing. She turned to Aislinn, her eyes lighting up a little as Lassiter and the boys crossed the room to meet the others in the middle. "Want to get that lunch we talked about today?"

"Sure," Aislinn said, smiling. "It'll be nice to go out with someone who can eat without getting food on their clothes," she said, nodding towards Shawn and Gus. Juliet chuckled as they walked over to join the group.

"Look, if anyone want's to join me, I'm going to be taking a look at some of the bills from the safe that didn't get deposited," Ewing was saying. Aislinn perked up a little, paying more attention to the conversation. If they had actual bills that the counterfeiter had touched, maybe she could be useful to the investigation after all. She followed them into the office at the dealership, then watched as Ewing and the dealership owner went over the bills, laying them out on the desk. Ewing held one up, talking over how to tell it was fake, and she waited until they were distracted by the bill he held to reach out and touch one herself, glad she hadn't taken her gloves with her this morning. She saw a few flashes of cars and people, then of a dryer and ink and paper, but the man must have been wearing gloves when he touched the money. She sighed and let her hand fall back to her side as they all turned back to the bills on the table. She skirted around them to stand next to Shawn and touched his arm to tell him what she had learned from the bill she had touched. He gave her a small nod after she dropped her arm and she lifted it again to silently apologize for not finding more.

'It's fine,' Shawn thought to her, turning a little towards her. She dropped her hand before he could continue the conversation and she turned to leave the room and wait outside since they were almost finished here. They drove back to the Psych office in silence, Aislinn not in the mood to talk and the boys probably thinking about the case. Shawn stopped her outside the office as Gus went inside.

"Look, I know how you are feeling, I can sense it when you talk to me in my mind," Shawn began, and Aislinn looked away. "You aren't useless Aislinn. I understand why you don't want to be the center of attention, and it's fine, no one blames you for not solving every single case that domes through the station. You help us when we need it, and that's enough." She sighed, then shrugged.

"I just want to be doing more to help I guess," she said, tucking her hands into her pockets and hunching her shoulders a little. "I mean, whats the point of doing… what I can do, if I'm not solving cases and helping you catch the bad guys?"

"You are helping," he repeated, grabbing her shoulder and shaking it a little. "Besides, maybe you aren't meant to be catching bad guys. Maybe you're meant for something else."

"I guess," she said, agreeing mostly so the conversation could end rather than that she actually believed what he was saying. He sighed, but let the subject drop anyway, then turned to enter the office.

---

After nearly two hours of following Shawn around the office and cleaning up the messes he made, Aislinn left to meet Juliet for lunch at the little cafe near the station. Juliet was already waiting at a table when she got there.

"Hey," Aislinn said, sliding into the booth across from Juliet.

"Hi," Juliet said, smiling. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay too long. Agent Ewing wants to continue the investigation right after lunch."

"No problem," Aislinn said, smiling. She ordered lunch from the waitress that came by, then turned back to Juliet, a little cautious. "So, why did you want to have lunch?"

"Oh, well, there are only four women who work at the station, and since you are working with Shawn now, I thought it would be nice to get to know you a little," Juliet said. Her voice was calm, but she was absentmindedly peeling the label off of a water bottle she held in her lap.

"I suppose it would be nice," Aislinn said, smiling reassuringly. "And it'll probably be nice to have a friend outside of work. Well, sort of outside of work." Julied grinned and nodded.

They spent the next twenty or so minutes chatting about nothing too important, and then Juliet headed back to the station and Aislinn went to meet Shawn any Gus. She was surprised to find them in the parking lot by Gus's car rather than back at the office.

"I thought we would save you the drive and meet you here," Shawn said, grinning.

"Meet me here for what?" Aislinn asked, confused.

"Well, I'm assuming they are still working on the case…" Shawn said, forming the words into a question.

"Oh, yeah," Aislinn said, nodding. "Juliet said they were continuing right after lunch."

"Hm, and again they didn't bother to call us," Gus mumbled under his breath as they walked up the steps to the station. They found the group sitting at the conference table in the room next to the chiefs office, and Aislinn stayed by the door as Shawn and Gus went in to sit at the table with them. The group fell silent as they entered and Aislinn saw Juliet mouth 'sorry' at her from her seat.

"Finally, some nice seats, huh?" Shawn said. "This is what I'm talking about." He looked around, noticing the uncomfortable looks on everyone's faces and Aislinn figured out what Juliet had been apologizing for. Psych must have been kicked off the case. "What?" Shawn asked as the silence continued. "Did I just sit in something? Gus, do I have pudding on my jeans?" He half stood, turning his back to Gus. Aislinn shook her head, realizing that Shawn had already figured out they weren't wanted there and that he must have a plan to get them back onto the case.

"No, no," Gus said, looking around the table slowly.

"Nothing?" Shawn asked, trying to see the back of his jeans.

"Shawn, I think we're not welcomed here," Gus said, slowly standing from his chair as Shawn plopped back down into his. The table continued to be silent.

"Gus, don't be a paranoid schizophrenic, we're always welcomed here," Shawn said, grinning around the table.

"No, look," Gus said, nodding to the chief who lowered her head.

"Oh my god," Shawn said, frowning now. "We're not welcome."

"It's nothing personal Mr. Spencer. Special agent Ewing just feels that Ms. Leikin has things covered on the psychic front," the chief said. "And I have to agree with him."

"Okay, we can take a hint," Shawn said, looking forlorn as he stood. "Certainly don't need to be told twice."

"I think you were just told three times," Gus said, frowning at the table.

"You know what, this is fine," Shawn said, holding his hands up in defeat. "Because we had a good run."

"Thank you for the memories," Gus added, heading towards the door. When they reached Aislinn, Shawn turned around.

"Oh, just one more thing," he said, then paused dramatically for a few seconds. "You might want to check the cash from the dealership, because it's not all counterfeit."

"That's ridiculous," Ewing said. "If I had learned to laugh as a child I would right now. I looked at those bills myself. Do you really want to go against the leading special agent in counterfeiting with 14 years of experience under his belt and say that those bills weren't fake?"

"Not all of them," Shawn said, grinning now. "Just one. And I believe the serial number was…" he paused to lift his hand to his head in his 'psychic' pose as Juliet pulled uout a pad of paper and a pencil to copy down the numbers. "ALD 975708077." He turned and led Gus and Aislinn out of the room and down the hallway towards the door.

Where are we going?" Aislinn asked, walking quickly to keep up with them. "Shouldn't we have stayed until they checked the bills out?"

"Wait for it," Shawn half sang, continuing to walk. "Wait for it."

"Spencer," Lassiter called, and they turned to see the chief, Juliet, and Lassiter coming towards them. "Hold up."

"The bill checked out," Juliet said. "It's real."

"All right," Ewing said, walking up to Shawn angrily. "Answer me this Mr. Psychic. Why would a counterfeiter ever use real bills?"

"Because he had to," Shawn said, then he looked over at Gus and smirked. "Man, I read your informational packet cover to cover. Our guy spends six to eight days in every city. We're only on day four. Quite simply, he ran out of dough. He didn't know what kind of deal he'd be able to make on the car. Turns out, short one bill, lucky for us."

"So what's our next move?" The chief asked.

"Well, I'll call Washington and begin-" Ewing began, but the chief cut him off.

"I'm sorry, I was asking Mr. Spencer," she said, turning toward Shawn. Shawn put on a fake surprised look.

"Oh, you want to know what I think his next move is?" He asked. "Oh Gus, look, she wants-" Aislinn elbowed him lightly in the side to get him back on track. "Well lets see here," he said, turning to the chief. "He's gotta print more money. My guess is he, uh, set up shop here in town. So we find his little nest, we find him." The chief nodded and led agent Ewing and Lindsay away. Lassiter followed them and Juliet turned to Aislinn.

"I'm sorry, if I had known they were going to kick you off the case I would have told you at lunch," Juliet said, looking worried.

"Don't worry about it," Aislinn said, smiling. "We aren't off the case so there's no problem."

"Great," Juliet said, grinning, then turning to follow after Lassiter.

"Well, I've worked up an appetite and we haven't had lunch yet," Shawn said, draping an arm over Aislinn's shoulder and turning her toward the exit.

"Shawn, we had hot dogs two hours ago," Gus said, frowning at him as they left the station.

"Exactly, Gus, two whole hours ago," Shawn said.

"Well you and Gus can get food on your own," Aislinn said, shrugging his arm from her shoulder. "I'm going to go home for a while, I have a load of laundry in the washer."

"You are so boring Aislinn," Shawn said, shaking his head.

"Well, Shawn, if you ever washed your clothes you would realize how important it is to not let them sit in the washer for too long," Aislinn said, walking backwards toward her car as Shawn and Gus walked away from her. He ignored her and got into Gus's car, so she turned, smiling, and got into her own to drive home.

---

Aislinn woke the next morning to a text from Shawn sent a few minutes after six. All it read was '8:30' which, if he meant morning, was only a little over half an hour away.

'Don't you ever sleep? What's at 8:30?' She replied, then dressed as she waited for the answer.

'B psych.'

She shook her head, wondering if it really would have taken him much longer to fully type out the words.

She pulled up to the office, a little proud of herself for getting there on time even though she'd had short notice.

"Hey Shawn. What's so important that-" she paused, spotting Lindsay Leikin sitting in Shawn's desk chair while Shawn paced around the room. Aislinn looked at Shawn for answer but he was busy thinking. "Um, hi. What's going on?" She asked Lindsay, her voice quieter and a little cautious.

"It's fine," Shawn said, still pacing. "She's on our side now."

"Why?" Aislinn asked, skirting around Shawn's desk to get to her own.

"We decided last night that we would be more effective working together to find this guy," Shawn said. "We are meeting the calvary at a hotel near the beach that we figured out he might be staying at sometime this afternoon."

Aislinn watched Lindsay's face while Shawn talked, trying to guess if she had any hidden motives. After a few seconds she shrugged.

"Cool," she said, kicking her feet up into her desk. She decided she would keep an eye on Lindsay, even though Shawn now seemed to trust her. There was just something about Lindsay that Aislinn didn't like, though she wasn't sure what it was. "So why are we here now if we aren't meeting till this afternoon?"

"Lindsay and I are going to practice our 'joint vision' performance," Shawn said, grinning. "I texted you because I know you always wake up around eight and I figured you would need something to do." Aislinn sighed, but had to agree. Now that she had gotten her apartment set up how she wanted it, she was bored a lot of the time.

She found a book she had left in her desk and began reading it as Lindsay and Shawn talked. She ignored them both for the most part, only paying attention of someone said her name. From what she could gather, Shawn hadn't told Lindsay about her ability, and had only called her there in case they needed to drive somewhere for 'vision research'. Airline knew he must have had some other motive since she knew his motorcycle could support two passengers. Gus arrived a little before noon and brought Chinese takeout for everyone. He didn't look surprised to see Lindsay there so either Shawn had texted him about it, or he had been there last night. At ten minutes till one, Lindsay stood, claiming that Ewing had messaged her to meet at the hotel at one. Gus took Lindsay in his car while Shawn insisted that they would need two cars.

"Okay, what's really going on?" Aislinn asked once they were alone in her car. "We all could have got in one car, and I know you didn't need me there this morning."

"Perceptive," Shawn said, grinning. "Honestly, I'm not too sure about Lindsay's motives yet and I wanted someone else there to give an opinion."

"Well she seems eager enough to get your opinions on the case," Aislinn said, keeping her eyes on the road.

"But?" Shawn prompted.

"I dunno," Aislinn said, shrugging. "There's just something about her that seems a little off. It's probably nothing though." Shawn nodded but didn't have anything else to add.

They arrived at the hotel at the same time Lassiter's car and the chief pulled up. Gus and Lindsay had beaten them there and were both waiting near the lobby door. Aislinn fell into her usual place at the back of he group as they entered the hotel, hanging back to look around. She rejoined the group as Lassiter and Ewing started to get into a fight, but Juliet stepped between them to stop it.

"Look, we need to know who's payed with cash or travelers checks recently," Juliet was saying in a slightly angry voice.

"My god, your a fire cracker," Ewing said, leaning closer to Juliet who took a step back out of habit.

"It would probably be easier to ask who didn't," the desk person said, frowning at them.

"I'm sorry?" Juliet asked, ignoring Shawn as he came to lean on the counter.

"This is a hotel, we're a cash business. Lots of European travelers," the man said in a condescending tone. "With what foreign credit card companies charge these days, cash is king."

"The south tower," Juliet asked, pretending to trip sideways into Lassiter, who pushed him off with a growl. "I see him. In the south tower."

"How many rooms in the south tower?" Ewing asked the desk man.

"There are 170," he said, looking warily at Shawn form the corner of his eye. Lassiter and Ewing argued over how best to go about searching all the rooms for a moment, but Shawn interrupted again.

"Filthy sheets," he exclaimed, flapping his hands about. "I see dirty, filthy sheets."

"Yes, and towels in the floor," Lindsay added, raising her hands to the side of her head like Shawn did sometimes.

"And a mediocre half eaten turkey club sandwich," Shawn said, calming down a little. "And he's refused maid service. He's isolated. He's in a less desirable room that's not facing the ocean," Shawn continued, his fingers to his temple. "Do you have any rooms facing the parking lot?"

"A few," the desk man said, looking down at his computer.

"He's in one of those," Shawn said confidently.

"Let's see," the man said, scrolling through a page in the computer. "French woman. Another French party. Here. Here's a single gentleman, paid all on cash, corner room facing the alley. And according to this he's never taken his 'do not disturb' sign off his door." As the man was talking, Aislinn saw Shawn steal a few pieces of cary out of a bowl on the counter, then hold his fist up for Gus to bump when he realized they had probably found the guy.

"Room number!" Ewing shouted.

"Key!" Lassiter shouted at the same time, holding his hand out to the man.

"Nice job psychics," Ewing said. "Let's get to work."

The man made a room key and handed it to Lassiter, and then the two men took off down the hall, both trying to be the first one to the guys room. The rest of the party caught up with them as the opened the room door and followed them inside.

"That's a really cute front loader," Juliet said, noticing the washer and dryer in the room.

"Thanks," Ewing said to her, and she glanced at him in surprise, then caught Aislinn's eye and covered her laugh with a hand. Aislinn shook her head at the mans flirting, then looked around he empty room. "He prints the money, then he washes it here to soften it. Then he tumbles it dry and beats it up with some stones to give it that natural, worn texture."

"Dude," Shawn whispered to Gus, leaning in. Aislinn walked over to them to hear the conversation. "There's linen fibers in that paper. What was he doing, amending the constitution?"

"You can't print money on regular paper, Shawn," Aislinn whispered, leaning in.

"That's government issue," Gus added, spotting the empty paper ream in the closet that Shawn had noticed.

"I'm getting a visual," Lindsay said, getting everyones attention. "He printed a batch of about 50,000, which will last hims while."

"Five bills a sheet," Ewing said, picking up an open ream of paper. "At least 80 sheets missing from this ream, that founds about right."

"Wait," Shawn said, holding out one arm and lifting the other to his head. "No, I'm getting more. I'm getting a lot more. Like 500,000, which would last more than just a while. Maybe a whole lifetime."

"That's not possible," Lindsay said, half smirking, thinking she had caught Shawn in a false vision.

"It is if you live in one of the baltic states," Shawn said, purposely misunderstanding her words.

"I'm just not getting that at all. Anything over 50,000 is just getting blocked from my receptors," she said, frowning. "Not a chance."

"Receptors, really?" Shawn mumbled to her as he approached the closet and turned to face Gus and Aislinn who still stood at the back of the room. He raised his hand and flailed around a little, reaching for the empty ream he couldn't see. Gus nodded his head in the direction of the paper until Shawn found it and pulled it in front of him with an overdramatic gasp.

"This would do it," Ewing said, taking the paper from Shawn's hands. "This is a 500-sheet ream, and it's likely he used it all." Lassiter had wandered over to the desk to look at something, and used a plastic 'evidence' bag to pick it up.

"Treasury seal," he said, then looked closer as Ewing came over to look at it.

"No. Passport seal," Ewing corrected, frowning.

"Uh, this guy's officially on the lam. We don't catch him now, we can kiss him goodbye," Shawn said, looking around the room stoically. Lassiter left the room, pulling out his phone while Juliet and the chief went over the rest of the room for anything they had missed.

"The railway stations, obviously the airport security has been notified, and all the interstate agencies are on alert," Lassiter said to the chief when they joined him in the hall. They all walked quickly, eager to get back to the station.

"They've all been given the sketch based on Ms. Leikin's description of the suspect," Juliet added. Aislinn joined Shawn and Gus as they started to fall to the back of the group.

"Okay, but please keep your phones on just in case we get any movement," the chief said, heading toward the doors.

"What's the point?" Shawn asked sulkily. "Nobody ever bothers to call us anymore." Lindsay turned around at his words but the rest ignored him and continued to their cars.

"Shawn, I don't do this much, but I just wanted to say thank you," Lindsay said, coming to a stop in front of their little group. "I know we haven't nailed the guy yet, but you were right, we make a good team."

"Yes we do," Shawn agreed, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "And hopefully tomorrow we'll wrap this thing up. Have a good night," He said, shaking her hand. She turned and headed toward the door.

"Wait for it," Shawn whispered to them. "Wait for it."

"Shawn," Lindsay said, turning around again. "I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere now, maybe continue working to see if we can;t stumble upon some collective apparition."

"That's a fantastic idea," Shawn said, smirking. "I love it. Where could we go at this hour that's still open? You know what, I think there's a Color Me Mine that stays open late." Aislinn rolled her eyes.

"You don't quit with the jokes do you," Lindsay said, smiling.

"I'm sorry, would you like me to stop?" Shawn asked.

"Not yet," Lindsay said, looking up at him. "I kinda like it. But actually I was thinking back to my hotel room?"

"You know, it's something we could try,' Shawn said, smiling. "I mean, not as fun as making ashtrays with our names on them, but yeah, I'm a flexible guy, a sportsman."

"Good," Lindsay said. "All right, I'll head back to freshen up. What do you say we meet at 2200 hours?"

"Perfect," Shawn said, then pretended to just notice Gus and Aislinn still standing there. "Oh, I'm so rude. Would you guys like to join us?"

"Well, I-" Gus started, but Shawn cut him off.

"That sucks," he said, draping an arm over Gus's shoulder. "So 2200 on the dot. I'll be there." He waited until Lindsay had walked away before turning back to Gus. "Dude, what time is 2200 hours?" Gus glared at him for a moment, then walked toward the doors. "Gus? Buddy, help me out. What is it? Is it like 11:00 times two? Buddy!" Shawn chased after Gus and Aislinn followed at a slower pace to find that Gus had ditched Shawn there. She laughed. "I can't believe he left," Shawn said sadly.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the office," Aislinn said. "2200 hours is 10:00 by the way."

"Why on earth would they call it 2200 hours then?" Shawn asked sully as he climbed into the car. Aislinn rolled her eyes. knowing very well that Shawn wasn't stupid and had already figured it out if he hadn't known to begin with.

"Because it's the 22nd hour in the day," Aislinn said anyway. "And Shawn…" she hesitated, not wanting to sound like she was looking out for him at all. "Be careful with Lindsay. She seems a little… I dunno. Off."

"She's fine," Shawn said, waving his hand in dismissal. Aislinn frowned but let it drop. She left Shawn at the Psych office then drove home in silence.

---

"Aislinn!" Shawn yelled through the phone the next morning. "We are coming by to pick you up in five minutes. They found the counterfeiters body in a warehouse off State."

"Shawn, I don't do dead people," Aislinn said, frowning as she rinsed out her cereal bowl from breakfast.

"Too late, we're downstairs, hurry," Shawn said, then hung up the phone before she could reply. She sighed, but went to get her shoes and purse, then went down to join them. The warehouse was only a five minute drive from her building, but the crime scene people were already there when they arrived.

"You wait until now to call us?" Shawn said, walking up to Lassiter, who had been looking at the body.

"I called you as soon as I heard," Lassiter said, fronting. "Do you really think I want Junior G-man here to beat me to the punch?"

"Well, it's affirmative," Ewing said, walking over to the body, Lindsay following after him. "Our counterfeiter," he said, nodding to the body. "Shot with his own gun. There are signs of a struggle." Shawn glanced at Aislinn, then half nodded toward the body. She shook her head and took a step back, silently telling him she really didn't want to touch him to see who the killer was. "Checks out as Steven J. Grabinski," Ewing continued. "His only prior charges are a couple counts of petty theft, and a small time fraud in Washington." As he spoke, Lindsay kneeled down next to him and held her hands over him, pretending to 'scan' him, then she touched his jacket, checking for anything under it.

"Whoa touchy," Lassiter said, and she jumped away from the dead man. "I don't know how you do it in Washington, but here we don't disturb the body till forensics has a chance to come in and collect some evidence."

":assiter ease u," the chief said, frowning. "We're lucky if our psychic doesn't lick the body." Shawn looked at Gus, then shrugged as though admitting it was something he would do. "Well, I guess congratulations are in order. We have to hand it to our federal agents here. Though we would have preferred to bring him in and charge him, this case looks pretty much wrapped up."

"There's no need to congratulate us for doing what is our job," Ewing said, though he was smiling smugly at Lassiter, who rolled his eyes and walked away. "We don't ask for commendation for what is merely our proud honor of servitude to our country. Perhaps just a small hug," he said, turning to Juliet. Juliet rolled her eyes and walked away, followed by the chief. "Just an itty0bitty one." He followed them from the room.

"So how'd you sleep?" Shawn said, turning to Lindsay. She looked away, almost guiltily. Aislinn frowned, wondering what and happened there. "Well, I guess I was right about one thing, it turned out to be a pretty good week for you." She turned and walked away without speaking, and Shawn, Gus, and Aislinn followed.

"You guys can go on ahead, I have some errands to run nearby," Aislinn said, then walked toward the street before Shawn and Gus could protest. She walked quickly to catch up to Lindsay, pulling a pen out of her pocket as she walked. "Hey," she said, grabbing Lindsay's bare arm. She took in the flash of memories from the woman as she turned to face her, then dropped her arm and held out the pen. "You dropped this."

"Oh, thanks," Lindsay said, then turned back to follow the chief to her car. Aislinn waited on the sidewalk, taking a few minutes to go through the memories she had gotten, cringing when she saw what Lindsay and Shawn had done last night, and again when she realize that Lindsay had been partners with the counterfeiter. She looked around the parking lot to see if Shawn and Gus were still there, but they had left, and she only belatedly realized that she had left her purse in their car, with her phone in it. She walked the mile to the station from the warehouse, arriving just as Lassiter and Juliet were getting back into their cars.

"Wait," Aislinn said, going over to them. "Where's Ewing and Leikin?"

"Packing their things," Juliet said. "We are going to see them off at the airfield now."

"Can I come with?" Aislinn asked. "I left my phone in Gus's car and I'm assuming they will probably be there."

"I hope not," Lassiter grumbled, getting into the car. Juliet smiled and gestured to the back door of the car, letting Aislinn know it was fine if she rode along. Gus's car was not at the airfield when they arrived, and Aislinn stood anxiously at the back of the group, hoping he would be there so she wouldn't have to pretend to have a vision. She grinned as she saw them running up, just as Ewing was beginning to climb the steps to the plane. Aislinn walked over to them as Shawn spotted off something about wanting to congratulate Lindsay in person. She touched his wrist, pouring the memories she had gotten into his mind just in case he hadn't figured everything out already. Since he was there and making a scene, she assumed he had figured something out.

'Thanks,' he thought to her, and she stepped back to let him do his thing.

"You deserve al the credit," Shawn continued to Lindsay. "You're amazing, she's an amazing person."

"Look Shawn, don't feel too bad, there will be other cases," Lindsay said, pulling her suitcase along to the base of the stairs.

Yeah yeah, I know," Shawn said. "But not for you. You see, it all started when you identified the scar on the jaw line of our counterfeiter, along with his little diamond stud earring. I mean, I couldn't even draw a hair color, so theres no way you could do that. Unless you'd already seen him before."

"This is ridiculous," Lindsay said, frowning now.

"Is it?" Shawn replied, getting into the full swing of the dramatic reveal. "It's not like I'm wearing a giant moose costume. I had a vision," he said, lifting his hand to his head. "You were drinking coffee."

"Oh, congratulations," Lindsay said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"But not at the hotel," Shawn continues, ignoring her. "You were driving past one Starbucks, two Starbucks, 17 Starbucks, and ended up all the way in Goleta. On the very same day that Grabinski's Lamborghini was spotted just outside of town in- Anypody? Special?" Shawn asked, pointing to Ewing.

"Goleta," he said slowly, realizing what Shawn was getting at.

"That's right," Shawn said, grinning. "Goleta. The two of you were partners and you were in touch the whole time. What's more, they were lovers int he night. I didn't think it was possible to fall in love with somebody in the span of five minutes. You said she got you close to the counterfeiter a month ago in Wilmette, Illinois, probably just missed him by five minutes," Shawn said, recalling what Ewing had said a few days ago. "You didn't miss him. She had him. She had you're bad boy red handed. Suddenly you were much more interested in combining forces and making a whole lot of money. And it was going well. It was going very well. Until you blew it. You know which moment I'm talking about right The one in the hotel room, when you realized he had printed way more than the 50,000 that you'd planned. And the passport?: He was looking at Lindsay now, but she was keeping her face straight. "So you called him that morning, you met him at the warehouse. It was you who struggled with him. And it was you who shot him dead, only then having your vision that miraculously led everyone to the crime scene."

"Oh come on," Lindsay said, treating the whole thing like a joke. "I mean, I've seen poor losers before but this is just sad."

"Your DNA was all over him," Shawn continued, ignoring her again. "But you covered your tracks by touching the body in front of everybody, before forensics had a chance to come in and brush it. OR comb it. Braid it. Maybe put it in pigtails." Aislinn hit his arm, snapping him back to the point he was trying to make. "That only leaves one outstanding issue. And that is 'Where's the rest of the money?' Wait a minute," Shawn said, making some jerking motions with his hands and acting as though he wasn't in control of himself. "What's happening? Whats happening to me?" He had walked closer to Lindsay. "I've heard about this. It's called spontaneous psychic Krav Maga." He kicked out, knocking over Lindsay's suitcase. "Oh my, it's the bag," Shawn cried. "Something's in the bag! It's bad. It's very bad. And it could be embarrassing." Ewing went over and unzipped the suitcase, flipping the top open to expose bundles of $100 bills.

"Well," Lindsay said, knowing there was no way to get out of it now. "You were wrong about one thing Shawn. I didn't sleep with you because you were my enemy. I did it because I really thought we had something."

"Okay. First of all, a little discretion would be nice all right? I mean, these are my coworkers," Shawn said, slightly embarrassed. "Secondly, anything we had, you ruined because you betrayed your gift, Leikin. You give a bad name to psychics like me who pride themselves on the purity of that gift. There are do many people out there who already doubt what we do, now you've given them all a reason to think we're fakes. You sicken me. I'm sickened," Shawn said, frowning. "I mean, sure, I'm still wildly attracted to you on the physical level." Aislinn elbowed him again. "But spiritually, and psychically, you're dead to me." He went to turn and walk away, but Lindsay lunged forward and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling out a gun and pointing it at his head.

"I'm taking him, and I'm taking the plane," Lindsay yelled, slowly backing toward the stairs. Lassiter and Juliet had both pulled out their own guns, but there was no way they could shoot her since she was holding Shawn in front of her as a shield. Aislinn, seeing that Lindsays attention was on the detectives with guns and not on her, kicked Lindsay's still open suitcase over a few feet, causing Lindsay to trip over it and release Shawn. Ewing jumped forward before she could regain her balance and tackled her, tossing the gun away.

"Great work," Juliet said, walking over to Aislinn as Lassiter led a handcuffed Lindsay back toward the squad car.

"Thanks," Aislinn said, smiling, then she turned to follow Shawn and Gus back to Gus's car. "Sorry! I tried to call you as soon as I knew it was Lindsay but I left my phone in your car," she said once they were back in Gus's car.

"I figured it out," Shawn said, shrugging and grinning back at her. "Well, I'm hungry. Let's get lunch."

"I hear that," Gus said, pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward a taco place they all liked.