Jane looked around the crime scene. The house was pretty normal. No real signs of a struggle, at least not from what Jane had seen on TV shows. She glanced back to the doorway where Lassiter was standing with his arms crossed, like a lion waiting to pounce on a wounded gazelle. Jane avoided meeting Lassiter's eyes and concentrated on looking around the room some more. The case file had been less than helpful. It stated that Ian Hudson's neighbor had noticed the front door ajar during her early morning jog. When she had checked to see if he was alright she had found him facedown on the floor. The tape outline was still on the floor, although the body had been removed hours earlier. Forensics had gone through the crime scene with a fine tooth comb and Jane couldn't see anything that looked like a clue.

"Well?" Lassiter drawled. "Any visions?" Jane could feel the panic starting to grab hold of her. She took a deep breath.

I just have to think like Shawn. She told herself. She walked through the kitchen area. It was a big open kitchen that merged seamlessly with the dining room.

"Mr. Hudson wasn't married." She stated, remembering the case file didn't say anything about a spouse. There had also been no wedding ring in the photos of the body. "However, he was seeing someone." Jane noticed a pink smear on the inside of one of the coffee mugs sitting by the dishwasher.

"Forensics found additional toothbrushes, women's clothing, and toiletries in the bathroom, but none of the neighbors remember seeing anyone here." O'Hara said, reading off from her notebook. Jane inwardly sighed with relief. Maybe this case wouldn't be so hard and then she could figure out how to get home.

"It doesn't matter what she sees in the room." Lassiter snapped. "Forensics already spotted the lipstick stain on the mug. We need to know the killer, or are you getting some 'psychic blockage'" Lassiter put up his hands in quotation marks. "Maybe the reason you could catch the culprit so fast last time is that you're in cahoots with Salamatchla."

"Carlton!" O'Hara exclaimed, horrified at the accusations that her partner was throwing around.

"What?" Lassiter turned to face her with his voice returning to a normal level. "All she has is the same flimsy excuse Spencer has been feeding me since day one and I am tired of it. When we get her back to the station we're going to see just who she really is." Jane stood silently in the kitchen through Lassiter's whole rant. She looked up when it was over and saw Lassiter heading for the door. He threw a glare at O'Hara as if blaming her for what was going on.

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Shawn and Gus pulled up outside the Hudson house. As they did Lassiter came out slamming the door behind him.

"You know Spencer, for all the stupid stunts you've pulled. I haven't ever been this mad at you. I've wanted to shoot you, but never like this." He pointed a finger in Shawn's direction. Shawn turned to Gus.

"Was that a compliment, me making him less mad then someone else?" He asked Gus. Gus nodded.

"I think so," Shawn smiled and gave Gus a fist bump.

"In that case, I accept. I will help you solve this case and then we'll figure out who Miss Adams really is." Lassiter groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.

"That sounds like fancy popsicles and roses Spencer, you can take this case and you can take the girl. I don't know why on earth I picked her up in the first place. Maybe she should have just gotten hit by that truck." With that he stalked off for his car. For once Shawn was lost for words. Gus looked like he was about to cry. Shawn looked up to see Juliet and Jane standing on the front steps of the house. Jane was tearing up and Juliet gave her an apologetic look and then hurried to catch up to Lassiter.

After the detectives drove away Shawn came over to Jane. He put his arm around her shoulder again and gave a small squeeze.

"It'll be okay, we'll just solve this case." He assured her.

"No, you don't understand." Jane sniffled through tears. "Lassie's my favorite." She wiped the tears from her face and ignored the odd look Gus gave Shawn at her statement.

"Favorite?" Shawn repeated after Jane. She sniffed again and nodded.

"Yeah, I mean he was rough of you in the beginning, but after the planetarium case he turned around…" Jane trailed off as she caught the scared look Gus was giving her. "Sorry," She mumbled and started for Gus' car which was parked on the curb. "Now c'mon let's take a ride in the blueberry. Odds are Hudson was sleeping with someone he worked with." Gus gave Shawn an 'I told you she was a psychopath' look and got in the driver's seat.

"Where does Hudson work?" He asked, buckling his seatbelt.

"Mintark Enterprises." Shawn said.

"What's Mintark Enterprises?" Jane asked.

"Mintark is the biggest printer supplier this side of the Mississippi." Gus explained, not really sure why Jane wouldn't already know that. Shawn snickered.

"Dude, did you really just use that phrase? What, are we in a John Wayne movie now?" He asked, still laughing.

"Shawn, Mintark's farthest west branch is in St. Louis. That is this side of the Mississippi." Gus snapped a little irked. Jane shook her head. Everything seemed to be back to normal for them, with the exception of her tagging along in the back seat.

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Lassiter and O'Hara made it back to the station in record time. Lassiter marched determinedly over to his computer and started searching for information on Jane. O'Hara gave her partner the space he obviously needed. The explosion of his temper at their newest 'friend' was a rare thing for Lassiter. He yelled at Spencer on a weekly basis, but it had been a long time since he had threatened the psychic.

"Obviously that girl is using a fake name, or she's lying about being from Indiana." Lassiter said slapping a stack of papers down on O'Hara's desk.

"Who is using a fake name?" Vick asked as she came over to O'Hara's desk. "I certainly hope you are working on the Hudson case. Anyone hanging around the department can wait until you solve a possible homicide." She sounded like she was making a suggestion, but Lassiter caught the glint in her eyes that made him quake in his boots. "Is that understood?" She asked, putting on her 'hard ass' voice.

"Yes chief." Lassiter said, grabbing the stack of paper back off of O'Hara's desk.

"Hudson worked for Mintark Enterprises." O'Hara started to say.

"Let's head over there and ask some questions before they close for the day." Lassiter said heading for the door. O'Hara sighed and started after him.

"That's what I was going to say," She mumbled.

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Jane looked out at the Mintark building. It wasn't a tall skyscraper building, but what it lacked in height was made up for by the length. It was at least two city blocks long. The plain tan outside of the building was surrounded by greenery and flowers. The big glass doors at the entrance opened into a spacious lobby with a large desk in the middle. Shawn and Gus approached the security guard seated at the desk.

"Good Afternoon," Shawn greeted him. "my name is Shawn Spencer and these are my associates; Skip Lowerstreet and Indigo Streak." Jane smiled as Shawn gave one of his typical introductions. The guard didn't seem to be impressed by Shawn's creative names.

"What can I do for you?" He drawled. Shawn's smile never faltered.

"I was wondering if I could speak with Mr. Ian Hudson." The guard blew a bubble with the gum in his mouth and let it pop with a loud crack, but picked up his phone and dialed.

"Mr. Hudson is out of the office today, his partner Miss Ross will be down in a few minutes to see you." He said as he hung up the phone and went back to reading his magazine. Shawn thanked him and then went over to Gus and Jane who were watching the fish swim in the aquarium against one wall.

"What are you going to ask his partner?" Gus asked. "We don't even know what kind of work he did."

"Gus don't be a Vuvuzela horn during an English soccer game."

"Football," Jane corrected him.

"I've heard it both ways. We don't have to know anything."

"That's obvious," Jane commented. Shawn opened his mouth to give a retort when a petite, red haired woman rushed over to them. Shawn noticed the wrinkles in her business suit and the concealed circles under her eyes.

"Mr. Spencer I am so sorry to keep you waiting. Ian never came in this morning and I've been trying to finish his proposals for your company." Gus' eyebrows rose. "You are the group from Centremark, aren't you?"

"SPENCER!" Lassiter's voice rang out in the otherwise peaceful lobby like a sneeze during a prayer at church. Shawn looked over to see Lassiter and O'Hara striding across the wood floor of the lobby. O'Hara's heels were making a clacking noise. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He snapped when they reached the group clustered around the aquarium.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Paula Ross asked looking completely confused. Lassiter flashed his badge.

"Santa Barbara Police Department, we're here to ask some questions about an Ian Hudson."

"Ian isn't here today, that's what I was telling these people." Paula said looking even more confused.

"What these people didn't tell you, is that Ian Hudson was found murdered in his home this morning." Lassiter said, breaking the bad news. Shawn watched Paula Ross' reaction as Lassiter made his statement. Her eyes flickered with disbelief followed by her slowly sinking into one of the plush arm chairs behind her.

"Dead? How?" She asked when she regained her thoughts.

"We aren't sure yet." O'Hara said trying to comfort the woman in her shock. "Do you know of anyone who would have wanted to hurt Mr. Hudson.?" Paula shook her head.

"No, Ian was nice to everyone. He handled dozens of accounts and made every customer feel like they were the only customer we had. They never complained about him at all."

"Was he involved with anyone?" Lassiter asked further probing the idea of an office romance. Again Paula shook her head.

"Ian was married to one thing, his job. Any woman who tried to pursue him always found herself second to that."

"Was anyone ever jealous enough to make threats over it?"

"Ian hadn't been seeing anyone for at least the past twelve months. He was too busy working on the merger."

"What merger?" Lassiter asked his attention now focused completely on Paula and not on Shawn, Gus and Jane who were trying to get the fish to follow their fingers along the length of the tank.

"It hasn't gone public yet, but Mintark and Centremark were going to complete a merger in which Mintark would buy out Centremark and put their name on Centremark products." Paula explained.

"That isn't a merger," Gus commented as the fish he was guiding lost interest. "That's called a buyout." Paula nodded.

"The companies decided to go with the term merger because it gave better publicity to Centremarks' recent recalls."

"Would they be likely to fire Centremark employees?" O'Hara asked, taking furious notes.

"Oh certainly, the factories producing Centremark products would completely shut down and be revamped and employees retrained, but not everyone would be retained. Mintark is more up to date on production technologies. We use machines that can take the place of five workers." Lassiter nodded.

"Thank you for your time If we need anything else we'll be sure to call you." He said giving her what he hoped was an apologetic smile. Shawn, Gus and Jane followed the two detectives out the door. Once they were outside Lassiter turned the three of them. "Spencer, if you think you're going to get away with jeopardizing an investigation by questioning possible murderers before the police get a chance to, you are sorely mistaken."

"It wasn't my idea Lassifrass," Shawn said pointing over at Jane. "it was hers. She said he was probably sleeping with someone at his office and I did get some strong romantical vibes when you were questioning Miss Ross." He waved his hand around his temple. Lassiter rolled his eyes and started for his car.

"If you mean romantical because she was wearing pink lipstick I've got news for you. My ex-wife wears pink and so does half of the country." Shawn made a face at Lassiter's retreating back.

"Well, there goes that theory. Is anyone hungry for pizza?" He asked. Jane's stomach grumbled loudly. "I'll take that as a yes. We'll grab Mario's on the way to the office and then we'll crack this case. Maybe Ian Hudson has a facebook filled with pictures of girls he's slept with."

"You should also check to see if McNab's wife added you." Gus commented. "That way you can be farmville neighbors." He started laughing as Shawn glared at him across the roof of the car as they got in.