"I don't know what you did," Shawn whispered to Jane as he came over to her. "but I've never seen Lassiter that upset." Jane still felt cold despite having her sweater. She didn't answer Shawn, but turned to look at him.

"Is there some place I can stay, the Psych office maybe?" Shawn gave her a quizzical look.

"You don't have anywhere to stay?" He asked her. Jane shook her head.

"I'm a long ways from home right now." Her face fell as she suddenly realized the reality of the situation. This wasn't a dream. She pinched herself just to make sure. Shawn put an arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah, you can stay at the office. I'm sure Gus won't mind." Jane shook her head.

"You know he will, but I guess getting him mad is better than having me stay at your dad's house." Shawn looked at her quizzically.

"Yeah…." He said trailing off. "Let's just get you settled." Jane had never ridden on a motorcycle in her life, but she soon found herself sitting behind Shawn clinging to his waist hoping she didn't fall off. It was about a five minute ride to the Psych office. It was hard to tell distance in the TV show because everything happened automatically, but as Shawn turned off the motorcycle Jane couldn't help but look around at the dark, quiet ocean front building that had Psych emblazoned on the window.

"I always thought it'd be bigger." Jane commented as Shawn let her in the door and flipped on the lights. Shawn gave her another sideways glance and then started shoving old magazines and newspapers off the couch under the window.

"You can sleep here if you want." he said pointing at the couch. "Tomorrow we'll go back to the station and have Jules look you up in the system."

"We could, or we could run around and pretend to be psychic." Jane mumbled as she tried arranging the pillows in a comfortable position.

"What do you mean pretend to be psychic?" Shawn demanded. "I am psychic." Jane snorted in laughter.

"Yeah, and if you're psychic then I'm the president of the United States. The only reason people think you're psychic is because you used your skills of observation one too many times and the police wanted to arrest you." Shawn gaped at her for a moment.

"Well, you're not psychic either Miss Adams." He snapped. Jane had never seen Shawn mad on the show, but she was pretty sure he wasn't the type of person you wanted to be mad at you. It wasn't that she wanted to spend all night arguing with Shawn, she just wasn't his biggest fan on the show. She loved the straight and narrow of Lassiter or Gus a lot more.

"Oh yeah?" Jane challenged feeling very much like a five year old. "Prove it."

"You prove it!" Shawn challenged back. "All you did was make a claim about a case I solved with Gus over a year ago."

"What about Lassiter? I seemed to know an awful lot about him." Jayne retorted.

"So does a stalker."

"Fine, when you were 18 your dad arrested you for stealing a car with some girl. You had really bad hair and looked like Judd Nelson."

"You're still making a great argument for the stalker angle." Shawn said.

"Gus got held hostage in a bank and you blamed yourself for it. He hugged you for, what can best be described as, an uncomfortable amount of time and told you he loved you."

"I have never told anyone about that." Shawn said. His was voice emotionless. "So either you're psychic or you've been talking to Gus." He pulled his iphone out of his pocket. "One little call will fix that." He pushed a couple of buttons and then held the phone up to his ear, after a moment he started talking. "Gus! Hey buddy what's up?" he listened. "Well. yes I suppose I called you so I should know what's up. Listen, have you been talking to anyone about the bank case?" He rolled his eyes. "No the chief did not tell me to stop talking about cases again." The front door of Psych opened and Jane could hear Gus ranting.

"Shawn, why on earth would I tell someone about the bank case? The only good thing that came out of that case was Luntz having to miss work for three days because no one would work with him when he smelled like a sewer." By the time he finished his rant he was standing in front of the couch staring at Shawn and Jane. "Who is this Shawn?" he pointed at Jane, but didn't bother to hang up his phone. Shawn talked into his phone as well.

"This is Jane Adams. She says she's psychic."

"Shawn, you know how the last 'psychic' you talked to ended up."

"In prison for murder and counterfeiting," Jane said causing both men to look at her.

"I think she's just a stalker." Shawn said.

"You know that's right." Gus said. Jane couldn't help but grin, even if this was a weird hallucination or a dream it was kind of fun.

"Alright 'Miss I'm Not a Stalker'" Shawn said. "Tell me something that a stalker wouldn't know." Jayne sighed thinking hard. Gus and Shawn shared a smirk and were about to do the trademark fist bump when Jayne realized something.

"Drimmer was going to tell everyone that you and Lassiter were former lovers in the suicide note he wrote. That one time when Lassie did a bad, bad thing."

"You mean when Lassiter killed that guy?" Gus said.

"He was exonerated." Shawn said exasperated. "You should know that since you helped me with that."

"and you told him that on your ski vacation." Jane said.

"Stalker…." Shawn repeated in a sing-song voice, breaking the awkward silence that followed Jane's statement. "Look, you can stay here tonight and then we'll figure out something in the morning." He tossed her a blanket and then turned and settled down in the chair in front of the TV.

"Shawn, we can't just leave her in the office. What if she steals something?" Gus objected.

"She can't steal anything if I'm here too."

"You guys do realize I can hear you right?" Jane asked lying down on the couch and kicking off her shoes. Shawn and Gus both looked at her and then Shawn turned on the TV. They watched that night's episode of American Duos. An hour later Gus stood up and stretched.

"Don't forget we have a softball game tomorrow." Gus reminded Shawn as he got out his keys. "I suppose we'll have to take her." He motioned over to Jane. "Dude, she fell asleep." Shawn shrugged and then yawned himself.

"I won't forget about the game buddy. Lassie wants me to play right field, but I think I'll be setting myself up for second base. Just like I always do." He said.

"That was for little league tee-ball Shawn" Gus said rolling his eyes. "See you tomorrow. The game is at ten, don't be late."