As they walked through the door of the station after stopping for smoothies Jane saw Lassiter waiting for them.

"Did you find Mr. Salamatchla?" Jane asked before Lassiter could say anything. The detective nodded.

"McNab and Ryan picked him up and brought him in, but not before he took a couple shots at them." He snapped.

"Are they ok?" Jane asked concerned about McNab. Lassiter nodded.

"They're fine, just a little shook up." He held up a case file. "We got another case though. The chief wants you to look at it." Shawn moved forward to grab the file from Lassiter. The detective pulled it back. "Not you Spencer, the girl." Jane's eyes went wide and she went with Lassiter over to his desk. She was a little nervous and was trying to remember which episode came next in the season. "Look this over," Lassiter snapped pushing a case file into her hands. Jane glanced up at him and was rewarded with a quirked eyebrow. Jane looked back at the file. It was a standard breaking and entering where the homeowner had been killed. "Well, who did it?" Lassiter asked, his voice full of challenge as if waiting for Jane to mess things up.

"I don't know," Jane admitted. Lassiter smirked and started reaching for the cuffs on his belt. "without seeing the scene." Jane added hurriedly. Lassiter frowned and Jane couldn't tell if it was from thought or disappointment he didn't get to throw her in the holding cell.

"Fine," Lassiter grumbled. "O'Hara!" He barked across the station. "We're going to check the Hudson scene again." O'Hara looked up from her report and nodded.

"I wasn't leaving a note for my mother," Lassiter snarked. "grab your gun and let's go." O'Hara sighed and clipped her gun to her belt. As they walked out the door Jane brushed against a man coming in. She looked up to see Henry Spencer walking in.

"Sorry, Mr. Spencer," She apologized, waving as she got in the back seat of Lassiter's car. She was turned around and didn't see the weird look the elder Spencer gave her and he walked in the station. All thoughts of the weird girl were gone from Henry's mind as he saw his son.

"Shawn!" He called out and rushed over to where Shawn was standing with Gus. "Are you alright? I've been trying to call your phone ever since I heard about the shooting."

"Dad relax, I'm fine. Gus is fine." Shawn said.

"I still would have liked to receive a phone call or something." Henry said. "Gus what's the first thing you did after you gave your statement?"

"I called my parents," Gus said.

"and what's the first thing Shawn did?"

"He ate a banana," Gus said with the same certainty about the statement as before.

"Exactly," Henry said throwing his hands up in the air.

"Only because it made me think of you, my great big papa monkey." Shawn said, goofing around to try to get out of trouble with his dad. Henry didn't seem to buy it, but let it go.

"Lassiter and Juliet just left on a case, shouldn't you go with them?" Henry asked changing the subject.

"Nope," Shawn replied sulkily. "they found a new psychic."

"What do you mean a new psychic?" Henry asked warily. He remembered Lindsay Liken just as much as Shawn did.

"I don't know Dad, there's this girl that Lassie saved from being hit by a car last night and she knows things,"

"Stalker thing," Gus interjected.

"Yeah, she knew details about you arresting me for car theft. Stuff I didn't even tell Gus." Henry sighed.

"Maybe she used to be an old girl friend, maybe she really is a psychic or maybe you're just rusty." Shawn gave him an exasperated look.

"She knew about Lassiter's divorce, the Canadian case, McNab's birthday and the only girl friend I've had since all this psychic stuff started is Abigail."

"Then maybe you do have a stalker." Henry said as he headed for the door. "Maybe you should try looking her up on the internet. She might have a fan page for you." He chuckled. Shawn glared at his dad's retreating back.

"That's not funny!" He shouted. He turned to look at Gus for a fist bump. Gus was too busy laughing himself to notice the raised fist. "It's still not funny." Shawn mumbled and then headed for O'Hara's desk.

Jane fidgeted in the backseat of the car. Lassiter was dodging traffic as he headed to the crime scene. Jane didn't know who the culprit in the Hudson case was. She didn't even remember this being an episode. Shawn should be the one in the backseat, not her. Juliet kept glancing back at Jane in the mirror.

"Where are you from?" Juliet finally asked, breaking the silence. Jane glanced up and briefly met Lassiter's eyes in the mirror. She looked back down at her hands, which she had folded in her lap.

"Indiana, I work at a library." She mumbled.

"A psychic librarian," Lassiter said his voice full of sarcasm. "I bet that's nice. You can just grab books off the shelf before people even tell you what they want." O'Hara glared at her partner as he poked fun at the girl. She didn't know if she believed any of this psychic stuff or not, but she didn't like to bully people either. Jane ignored the snarky comment from Lassiter.

"How's Hank doing since you accused him of murder?" She asked innocently, slyly changing the subject. Juliet gave a small smile as Lassiter gave a glare to the back, but he did stop making fun of Jane.

Back at the station Gus looked around fearfully as Shawn used Juliet's computer to look for Jane's information. Gus hated knowing he would be blame if someone caught Shawn. Henry had left shortly after making sure Shawn was okay and the chief was on the phone with the owner of the bar, reassuring him that the department would reimburse him for the damage Lassiter had caused.

"I'm in," Shawn whispered and Gus looked over Shawn's shoulder to see him typing Jane's name into the search bar. The computer hummed for a little bit before dinging. Shawn looked at the screen. "That's really weird," he said. "there are three people named Jane Adams in the Santa Barbara area, but they are all over the age of seventy-five."

"Do a broader search." Gus suggested. "Maybe she isn't from here." Shawn changed the parameters.

"Nope still nothing."

"What's nothing?" MacNab's voice asked. Shawn and Gus whipped their heads up. "Are you guys supposed to be using Detective O'Hara's computer?" Gus slapped Shawn on the arm.

"I told you," He whispered. Shawn put on a smile.

"Yes, you did buddy, my strawberries weren't ready to harvest I should have listened to you." Gus gave Shawn a confused look. McNab however gave an understanding smile.

"It's okay Shawn, my wife Francie plays those games all the time. Hey, I should have her find you on facebook so you can be neighbors." McNab's face lit up even more. "Man, you guys are the coolest." With that he clapped Shawn on the back and headed for the break room.

"If that had been the chief we would have been in a lot of trouble." Gus said disapprovingly.

"The bigger problem I have now is that I need to learn how to play Farmville" Shawn grumbled. "C'mon let's go catch up with Lassie and Jules just in case this girl turns out to be a psychopath."