Instead of going to the psych office like Jane thought they would after getting pizza, Shawn drove to his dad's house. It looked exactly like it did in the show. The sun was almost gone by the time they got there. Jane couldn't see much of the beach, but she knew it was there, she could smell it.
"What are we doing at your dad's house?" She asked carrying the pizzas up the front steps. Shawn didn't answer her and rang the doorbell. Henry answered the door and all but groaned when he saw Shawn standing on the front steps with Jane and Gus.
"This had better not be about that new psychic." He threatened Shawn as he let them through the door and into the kitchen.
"Please Dad, can't a son bring his father pizza at night and have it be for purely innocent reasons?" Shawn asked, acting offended by his father's insinuation.
"Shawn, the last time you came into this house without ulterior motives was the day your mom and I brought you home from the hospital." Henry said. "There's plates over there," He added when Shawn started opening the pizza boxes. Shawn rolled his eyes, but grabbed a few plates out of the cabinet. "What's your name?" Henry asked Jane as she took a bite of her pizza.
"Jane Adams," She answered after swallowing the bite.
"You're a psychic?" Henry asked again. Jane inwardly knew she wasn't going to eat much until Henry was done interrogating her.
"Yes," Jane said hoping she sounded more confident than she felt.
"How'd you end up in Santa Barbara?"
"I just did," Jane replied, thinking back to the previous night. Henry didn't like that answer, it was similar to one Shawn would have given him.
"Are you going to continue to work for the SBPD or do you have other ambitions?"
"I don't know," Jane said looking mournfully at the pizza on her plate.
"You don't know." Henry repeated throwing his hands up in the air. "You're worse than Shawn." Jane could feel her frustrations with the case and being hungry and not having taken a proper shower welling up inside her.
"I don't know how I got here." She snapped at the older Spencer. "I don't know how I'm going to get out. I don't know where I'm staying. All I know that I'm hungry and I want to eat." With that she grabbed her plate of pizza and headed out to the porch. She flopped down on the front steps.
*So what if they don't believe me,* She thought to herself. *I just don't know how to get out of here.*
Jane had let the door slam behind her and when she was out of the room, Henry turned to his son.
"What did you get yourself involved in this time Shawny?" His voice was quiet and he was using Shawn's nick name from when he was younger. Shawn hated when he did that.
"I don't know Dad, she just showed up out of no where and seems to know a lot about us all. There wasn't anything on her in the system. It's like she's Sam Beckett, but instead of leaping into a body she's just here."
"What did she know about the case earlier today, the shooting at the bar?" Henry asked, the cop inside him trying to make sense of everything.
"She knew everything," Gus chimed in. "She pegged the shooter before he even came in the bar. She knew his name, his motive and how he was going to lead the cops onto the next step."
"Did you ever stop to think that she might have been involved with the culprit?" Henry asked, voicing Lassiter's accusations from earlier.
"Lassie thought that," Shawn said, glancing out the window to make sure Jane wasn't listening in. "but the way she reacted to the idea didn't scream accomplice." He thought for a minute. "Here's the thing though, she knew every single detail about the shooting this morning, but didn't know anything about the Hudson murder. She was making educated guesses on things."
"So what I've trained you to do."
"Exactly, Dad I don't think she's psychic." Shawn said.
"Really?" Henry sarcastically said. "Could it be because there's no such thing as psychics?" He shook his head. "Son, you need to figure out what her game is and put a stop to it. She's just the kind of problem that could expose your act. You also need to get her a place to stay and don't even think about putting her up in my house." He gave Shawn a warning look and then grabbed some pizza for himself and headed for the living room. Shawn made a noise of frustration.
"Is this how Lassiter feels after every single case? Because it isn't a good feeling," He complained to Gus before going out to the front porch. He sat down on the steps next to Jane, who had finished her food. She was staring out at the ocean.
"Your dad doesn't want me to stay here." She said as Shawn sat down.
"You heard?" Shawn asked, afraid she would have heard the entire conversation. Jane shook her head.
"He never liked it when you let anyone stay here before, not even Lassiter when he was accused of shooting Chavez." Shawn glanced over at Jane.
"Can I ask you a serious question?"
"Why start now?" Jane said cracking a small smile.
"Are you really psychic or are you making educated guesses?"
"I can't guess someone's name, Shawn." Jane replied, evading his question. Shawn sighed and let the subject drop. "What are we going to do about the Hudson case tomorrow?" Jane asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"We'll talk to more people in his office. Hopefully Lassie and Jules come up with a plan of action tonight that will let us get into the offices again." Jane nodded in agreement.
"So, I guess I'm sleeping on the couch in the office again?"
"Nah, I was gonna call Jules and tell her you need to be watched and take you over to her apartment."
"Is this so you can know where she lives?" Jane asked, remembering that Juliet's apartment wasn't in the show until the end of this season.
"Fine, maybe you are psychic. C'mon, let's go down to the station. They'll still be there." Shawn said offering a hand to help Jane up. She grabbed it and steadied herself on her feet.
"You know, I like the more serious side of you." She commented. "Maybe you should let it show more." Shawn gave her a puzzled glace before going inside to get Gus.
