Jane sat quietly as Lassiter drove. She hadn't expected him to volunteer his couch for her to sleep on. She gave a quick sideways glace at him and saw he was focused intently on the road. Upon a closer look she saw his jaw was clenched tightly and he had a death grip on the wheel. She leaned back in the seat and a sigh escaped her.

"I probably wouldn't shoot you." Lassiter reassured her. Jane smiled a little at that.

"I figured," She said. "not unless I approached in a threatening manner." Lassiter wasn't sure how to answer that. The phrase stirred his memory of a conversation he'd had with the chief before she made him take a psych evaluation.

"Look, whatever this is that you have going on. I doubt it is psychic, but you don't have to say it. You can keep it to yourself." He said. Jane looked over at him. "We know almost nothing about you, but you know weird details about us that normal people shouldn't know." They drove for a few minutes more before Jane broke the silence.

"My favorite color is orange," Jane said quietly looking out the window at the passing street lights. Lassiter glanced over at her. "and I like Chinese food."

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"I thought you were going home." Gus said as Shawn pulled up outside the psych office.

"I know dude, but with Lassie watching Jane we finally have time to do some real research on her." Shawn said as he opened the door.

"By real research you mean?"

"The internet instead of a police database, exactly." Shawn replied. "If she's a real person and not a time traveling alien she'll be on the internet."

"Unless she's just using a fake name." Gus said.

"Dude, don't be a wrench wielding space monkey. She's got to be using her real name." Shawn typed a few things into the computer and then paused. "It's just weird though," He added thinking out loud. "The way she talks about us and our cases. They're all sequential and she always refers to the case. The case where Lassie shot Chavez, or The Spelling Bee case. Like she's read about them and that's how she keeps them straight."

"So, the stalker idea is now back?" Gus asked.

"Maybe, do you remember what she said about Lassie? How he was 'her favorite'. That's a weird thing to say."

"You say weird things all the time." Gus pointed out.

"I know, but I don't go around calling seemingly complete strangers my favorite." Shawn said typing some more.

"You did that to that guy you thought was Tom Selleck from Magnum P.I.," Gus reminded him. "which is even weirder than Jane because you thought a complete stranger was another complete stranger."

"Dude, that mustache was totally spot on for Tom Selleck…." Shawn said, starting to defend himself before trailing off in thought. "When Jane met me, she called me by another name. She called me James somebody. It's like she recognized my face, but thought I was someone else." Gus snorted in laughter.

"You think Jane thinks you're a television character?"

"Crazier things have happened." Shawn said.

"You know that's right." Gus said giving Shawn and fist bump.

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"There's the couch, here's a towel and the bathroom is down the hall." Lassiter said thrusting a fluffy white towel into Jane's hands. Jane looked around Lassiter's house. It looked just like it had in Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing. She opened her mouth to tell him that, but closed it when she remembered their earlier conversation.

"Thanks," She mumbled and headed for the bathroom. Lassiter didn't seem too comfortable with her staying the night, but she wasn't going to ignore a perfectly good shower. Lassiter waited until he was absolutely sure she was in the bathroom with the shower running before he pulled out his phone and called the one woman on the face of the earth that he trusted, his partner. He had briefly considered calling his mother, but then dismissed that as suicide. If he told her there was a girl at his home she would drive the six hours and kill him herself, even if he was doing something as innocent as keeping tabs on a possible psychopath. His mother had never liked the idea of him dating, even in high school. Victoria had been the one exception to that and he hadn't really talked to his mother since he had signed those divorce papers the year before. O'Hara's sleepy hello brought him back to the present.

"O'Hara, what do I do with her?" He asked, not bothering to go through any small talk. He could hear a long slow outward breath on the other end of the line and then there was another couple seconds of silence before O'Hara answered him.

"Carlton, she's not an animal or a small child. Just give her some food, make sure you don't shoot her and bring her back to the station in the morning." O'Hara said over the phone.

"I know that," Lassiter said his voice getting annoyed. Lassiter heard the water shut off. "I have to go. I'll see you at the station tomorrow at eight." O'Hara hung up after reminding him not to wear his gun in the house. Jane came padding down the hallway in her socks and headed for the couch. She plopped down on it and grabbed a magazine off the coffee table.

"Are you hungry?" Lassiter asked remembering O'Hara's advice. Jane looked up over the magazine and shrugged. "Do you want a beer?" He asked, changing tactics and hoping she was over twenty-one. "Can you have a beer?" He edited his question when Jane raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I can have a beer. I'm twenty-three." Jane thought through how many beers it would take to get Lassiter drunk since that had been a really funny part of the planetarium episode and decided it wasn't the best idea. "Thank you, but I'm fine. I'll have some water." Lassiter shook his head and pulled a glass out of the cupboard.

"No water on the couch," He said showing her the glass and putting it on the counter. Jane put the magazine down and went to sit at the counter in the kitchen. Lassiter rummaged through his fridge looking for something to eat, unlike Spencer he had worked that evening trying to find information on the case. He found a container of leftovers from a few days before and inspected it to make sure it wouldn't kill him.

"You got rid of your case board." Jane commented looking around the apartment as she sipped her water. Lassiter tipped the leftover Chinese food onto a plate and stuck it in the microwave.

"It was taken as evidence in the Chavez case. After that was over I didn't really want it back in the house." Lassiter said staring at the microwave as if hoping it would go faster if he wanted it to.

"So, supposing it had taken three or four days to solve the Salamatchla case. Who would have taken point on the Hudson murder?" Jane asked, hoping she sounded like she was just making conversation. Lassiter shrugged and offered Jane a crab rangoon. He stirred the food on his plate.

"I don't know. Whoever wasn't busy at the time, Dobson maybe? Why?"

"Just curious, I just didn't remember this…." Jane trailed off.

"This?" Lassiter prodded for her to finish.

"Police procedures." She lied. "I've been reading crime novels at work." Lassiter didn't say anything, but Jane had a feeling he didn't believe her. They sat in silence as he finished his dinner. Jane hopped off the stool as he put his plate in the sink. "I'm going to bed now," She said pointedly sitting down on the couch. Lassiter stood in the kitchen, not sure what to do. "That means I don't want you standing in the kitchen staring at me like a creeper." Jane was blunt, but Lassiter got the point and started heading to his own room.

"Peculiar case," He commented as he got to his door. Jane didn't say anything and Lassiter continued. "someone went to the trouble of making it look like a B&E but the coroner doesn't think that he was killed by accident. It's almost as if it was planned." Lassiter ran a hand through his hair and then shut his bedroom door behind him. Jane relaxed a little bit and stared at the dark ceiling above her head. Maybe this was still part of a crazy dream, and when she woke up in the morning she'd be in her own bed and she could make pancakes.

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"Are you sure Lassiter is going to be okay with us coming over?" Gus asked Shawn as they pulled up to the curb outside the detective's house the following morning. "Wait I don't even have to ask that. He won't be happy. Just get back in the car Shawn." Shawn turned to face his partner from where he was half way across the yard.

"All we're doing is picking up Jane." He said reassuringly. "We also might try to grab some breakfast. We were out of waffles this morning."

"I don't think Lassiter eats breakfast or if he does it's probably the souls of criminals and innocent bystanders." Gus grumbled as they got to the door.

"Touché on that one buddy, look at you making up one liners this early in the morning." Shawn said knocking on the door. There was no answer.

"Let's go, he probably left for the station already." Gus said. Shawn put his ear to the door and listened.

"There's someone in there. C'mon," He dragged Gus around the back of the house to where there was a patio with a sliding door that led into the kitchen. Looking through the slits in the blinds they couldn't see anyone. Shawn looked sideways at Gus before trying to open the door. They both heard the click of a gun.

"Don't even think about it," Lassiter warned them. Slowly Shawn and Gus turned around. Seeing who it was Lassiter lowered his glock. "What the hell are you two doing here?" He snapped. Jane opened the patio door, holding another gun in her hand.

"Where'd you get that?" Shawn asked Jane, inching away from her hand that was holding the firearm.

"It was in the shower," Jane said. "I was washing my hands and Lassie told me there was someone outside."

"Spencer, what are you two doing outside my house?" Lassiter asked, repeating his question from earlier.

"I was just telling Gus that we were all out of waffles and he insisted we come over and ask you for some. I was trying to tell him that you were probably busy." Shawn explained. Lassiter pinched the bridge of his nose. Usually headaches like this didn't hit him until the afternoon, when Spencer had been at the station.

"You two, leave. I need to get my tie and then I'm heading to the station." Lassiter shooed Shawn and Gus. Shawn responded by walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, look Gus. Pancakes!" He spied a few leftover pancakes on the counter and grabbed one. "Man, Lassie you sure can cook."

"I made those," Jane said.

"Really," Shawn said feigning surprise. Lassiter mumbled something about wishing he had more guns and went to grab his tie. "So Jane, seen any good television shows?" He asked as he dug into his pancake. Jane glanced up.

"I haven't had time," She said hesitantly.

"Really?" Shawn said a note of surprise in his voice. "Because I thought you would have caught up on your favorite show. You know that one with the charmingly, devilish, disheveled psychic consultant." Jane gulped, but thankfully Lassiter came back at that moment.

"Spencer, don't leave dirty dishes on the counter." He snarked. "We're going to be late. C'mon." Jane quickly headed out the front door. Lassiter waited for Shawn and Gus to leave before shutting his door and checking the lock. Jane got into Lassiter's car without glancing back at Shawn. She knew he wasn't really psychic, but she wasn't sure what she had said that had let him figure out her secret. As Lassiter started the car she realized she just had to deny being from another reality. There was no way Shawn could prove that.

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"I hope you're happy with having Lassiter annoyed with us before we even get to work." Gus said as he pulled into traffic. "Shawn?" He glanced over at his friend when Shawn didn't respond immediately.

"Did you see her face?" He asked thinking things through. "She flashed a look of panic, her pulse visibly sped up."

"Shawn, don't just quote that English guy from Lie to Me." Gus interrupted.

"Something I said freaked her out. I'm beginning to think that television idea isn't that far off."

"Well, whatever her deal is. Lassiter seems to like her now, so breaking the news to him is going to be harder."

"I know dude, but I'd rather have him be angry then be dead. Whatever she's playing at can't end well. Do you remember what she said at the bar? Something about ending the case before someone got hurt. The gun thing was weird too. Lassie told us about the guns in the shower and the hi-fi, but it wouldn't have been in the case report. If she had grabbed the one from the peanut bowl or the bread box I would assume she read the reports. Lassie blabbed about those two in his statement." Shawn trailed off and sat the rest of the trip in silence.

"Have you thought about the Hudson case at all?" Gus asked as he parked at the police station.

"I wish, this girl's in my head."

"So what are you going to tell Lassie and Jules when they ask?"

"I'll probably just wing it. That seems to work most of the time." Shawn said shrugging.

"Just get her out of your head. Let Lassie and Jules take care of her. We need to get this case solved." Shawn nodded in agreement and headed into the station.