A/N: ……….I'm sorry. I got uber busy and forgetful and discouraged and (excuse, excuse, excuse) I'm sorry for not uploading sooner. But my beta is here now so it's all ok! Anyways, I just wanted to clear up a couple things I saw in comments.

1) All of the characters are going to be slightly different due to the giant bit of my plot that shall not be revealed.

2) About Shawn's reaction to Henry, see 1. :D

Beta: TalaDentro. Cuz she introduced me to the wonders of Glee.

Chapter The Next: Coroners Like Cupcakes, Right?

"Why are we going to see the coroner?" Gus asked again as we descended the stairs into the morgue.

"Because he has my dad's dead body and all of the wonderful clues that come with it. That's why." I replied, opening the door and putting on a smile. "Woody!"

"Shawn! How is my favorite psychic?" Woody the coroner called, putting down a slightly bloodied scalpel. He walked over with a big smile on his face. "What can I do for you today?"

"Lassie brought in a new victim earlier today. Henry Spencer. Can I see?" I explained. Woody's faced darkened slightly as I spoke.

"Shawn, I'm sorry for your loss." He said. But his smile soon returned as his mind returned to his work. "Mr. Spencer was shot in the heart. Point blank as evidenced by the powder burns around the entry wound."

As Woody continued to speak, my eyes raked over my father's chest, looking for the one thing that no one else would catch. And just as I was about to give up hope of a hint on his body, I saw it. My finger shot to my head and I shook my arm to fake my vision. Woody stared at me in awe and I heard Gus curse under his breath.

"For my monster from his slab began to rise. And suddenly to my surprise….He did the mash! He did the monster mash!" I sang, dancing along with my awesome lyrical….ness.

"The Monster Mash?" Woody asked, thoroughly confused.

"No…but close. The spirits are telling me to look in a direction of the parody persuasion."

"Bob Rivers! Monster Rash!" Gus shouted, hopeful to end the spectacle that was my psychic vision.

"Yes! Look! Look for a rash!" Woody turned to the my father's body and searched for a rash.

"Here! Here along his jaw line!" I smiled and whipped out my phone and called Lassie, telling him to meet us in the morgue.

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"Why am I here, Spencer?" Lassie's strong voice echoed as he walked into the room, the usual annoyed expression on his wonderful face.

"The spirits have alerted me of a clue!" I said, happily.

"What clue?" He sneered.

"A rash on his jaw line." Lassiter stepped forward and looked at Henry's neck. He studied it for a moment, then straightened and turned back to the rest of us.

"Figure out what caused it, then call me. Spencer, I guess you could come along if you keep quiet." I looked at him with genuine confusion. He turned away. As he unhinged his sunglasses from his shirt, I could have sworn I saw his cheek raise in the hint of a smirk.

A/N: "The Monster Rash" is a real song. I'm not kidding.