I really hope this isn't getting too crazy. It's starting to feel crazy... lol

Shawn sipped his new pineapple smoothie as he splayed out across the backseat of the blueberry. He winced and ran a hand over his face; he was definitely getting another headache. The ride back had been almost completely quiet; the rain had picked up as they drove back to town ,and in the event of a storm Gus invoked a non negotiable 'no talking' policy in the company car.

They had begrudgingly left Millie at the lake house, a decision even Shawn was starting to regret, given the weather, but they hadn't wanted to tip Jeffery off about their plan to turn him in; the butler still thought they were on his side.

"What are we doing here?" Jeffery asked suspiciously as Gus pulled into the SBPD parking lot.

"Nothing man, just making a quick stop," Shawn lied easily, too easily, even for his liking. He slapped the man on the shoulder supportively, "Come in with us, it'll just take a minute."

Jeffery nodded and unbuckled his seat belt, using his arms to cover his head from the rain as the trio ran up the stairs. Lightning struck behind them.

They walked in on the middle of a screaming match. Mr. Jordan was being pushed down the hall by McNabb as he and his ex-wife exchanged insults.

Slowing his stride to put Gus between himself and the junior detective they were approaching, Shawn asked casually, "What's going on here Juliet?"

Juliet flinched, having noticed both the way he slowed his pace ever so subtly to allow Gus to lead and of course, the way he used her actual name. In any other circumstance, with any other person, Juliet O'Hara would call herself crazy for thinking being called by her given name was a slap in the face; but this was Shawn and nicknames were kind of his thing.

Juliet forced her voice to remain level, even as Shawn focused intently on the screaming match, instead of on her as she spoke, "Jordan came in a little over two hours ago. He and his ex got into it right away. We put them in separate holding cells to cool off, but we wanted to ask Jordan a couple questions and Buzz made the mistake of taking Jordan by Ms. Bensen's cell." She pinched the bridge of her nose; their high pitched embittered shrieks had given her a horrible headache the first time they had gotten into it, she didn't want to hear it again. Looking back up she frowned as she finally recognized the third man with the two private sleuths. "Shawn…what is Adam Jordan's butler doing with you?"

Shawn's eyes popped open in surprise, "Oh, right, well, Jeffery here-"

"I should have known about the drugs. 'Every man has that problem' huh Adam!" Alexandria Bensen yelled from her holding cell.

Her ex-husbands face flushed a deep royal red, "I just didn't feel like getting whatever our pool boy had given you dear," he replied snidely.

Jeffery let out a gurgled shriek before launching himself at Adam Jordan. Shawn blinked in surprise as Jeffery was across the room before anyone could stop him, clocking Jordan roughly across the face, the force of the blow nearly knocked Jordan and McNabb off their feet.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that!" Jeffery yelled angrily at his-now- ex employer. Lassiter and another cop started to restrain the man who was now trembling with rage. "Why are you even here!" he screamed, pure rage in his voice as he almost managed to pull his arm free from Lassiter's grip," She's not even yours! She was never yours!"

Jordan looked up at his former butler, blood trickling from his lip, "What the hell are you talking about Jeffery?" He said as the shouting match continued.

Shawn turned to Gus, "Why has Lassiter not threatened to shoot anyone yet?" the fake psychic whispered.

"Oh he has. They just keep ignoring him," Juliet said offhandedly as Jeffery's vehement comments started to sink in. "Shawn…what is Mr. Grant talking about?" She questioned, turning to Shawn in a no nonsense way, hands on her hips, as she surveyed the wide eyed psychic. "Don't bother making an excuse," she added as she saw the cogs turning wildly in his eyes, searching for a ridiculous story to cover the truth. She folded her hands over her chest and shifted her weight to one foot as she stared at him.

Resisting the nearly overpowering urge to brush a stray strand of hair out of Juliet's face, Shawn sighed in defeat. And, for the first time since the case started he made eye contact with her and held it. God she was beautiful. He swallowed and nodded before breaking it, "Jeffery…is Millie's biological father," he said quietly.

Juliet felt her eyes widen in surprise, "Seriously?" Shawn shrugged.

"Jeffery! Please! Stop!" Ms. Bensen's emotional cry caused everyone to pause. Shawn frowned as he glanced between the two former lovers. His mouth opened slightly, feeling his heart stop; they weren't former lovers. Not even a little bit. Alexandria Bensen really did still love her former butler and she really would flee the country with him and her daughter. It was written all over her face.

Jeffery froze instantly and allowed the officers to restrain him and throw him in an interrogation cell; per Lassiter's instruction.

"O'Hara!" her partner called angrily, gesturing for her to follow him towards the interrogation chamber. Juliet sighed as she moved to follow. Lassiter hated dealing with people; the ones who didn't cooperate, however, put him over the edge.

"I didn't think Jeffery had something like that in him," Shawn added under his breath, just loud enough for his best friend to hear him.

Gus put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder, "I didn't either." Neither of them felt it necessary to point out how untrue that statement was.

Shawn sniffed and shook his head, trying to clear his emotions, "Come on, I think we should be there for the interrogation." Gus nodded and the pair followed Juliet.

Interrogation Room:

"I can't believe he said that about her. He's never there…never. He wouldn't even know…" Jeffery whispered angry gibberish as Lassiter stood, uncharacteristically silent, letting the other mans wrath ooze off of him.

"Mr. Grant," Juliet interrupted tentatively, "What are you talking about?"

Jeffery blinked, as if just realizing he wasn't alone, "Mr. Jordan of course. Just last week he went out of town and Alexandria was so sad, it was their anniversary. She wished things were different so badly," he explained, sounding distressed, tears in his eyes he added, "I just want her to be happy, you know?" he nodded empathically as if that solved matters.

Juliet stood mouth open as she stared at the unhinged man in front of her, "Mr. Grant, Mr. Jordan and Ms. Bensen have been divorced for over three years," she reminded him calmly, moving forward slightly to comfort the confused man. He flinched away from her violently.

Shawn frowned and leaned his head against the glass in pain as he watched the interrogation. "Gus...even if Jeffery was missing a screw or two…he was never…THIS…" Shawn waved up his hand up and down at the scene in front of him. Jeffery started reciting a laundry list of obscure details, his eyes squished tightly shut, and Shawn let out a pained breathe; he knew what Jeffery was doing. He was calling back memories, like photographs, rattling off every detail he remembered. But the man was losing himself in the moments, not hearing the detectives who were desperately-and in Lassiter's case rather aggressively-trying to get through to him. Feeling like he might get sick, Shawn knocked on the glass.

Hearing the rap on the glass, Juliet turned and left the room; the noise hadn't even interrupted the man's ramblings.

Entering the viewing room Juliet felt her breathe catch in her throat; Shawn looked physically ill. The rooms lighting seemed to emphasize the bags under his eyes, and the new gaunt in his cheeks. He was leaning against the wall, trying to seem casual, but something about this case, about this man's insanity was hurting him. "You aren't going to get anything from him Jules," Shawn said, still staring at the man through the glass. He shifted his weight and turned to her, his expression unusually grave. "Jeffery…he has a photographic memory, just like Millie." He ran a hand through his already too disheveled hair, "And he's…" Shawn struggled for the words, "He's…IN the memories right now." Shawn grit his teeth; he didn't know how else to explain it.

Juliet blinked in surprise, making a mental note that he had unconsciously used his usual nickname for her instead of anything more formal, "Shawn…how do you know that?'

"The fact that Millie has a photographic memory isn't secret Jules," Shawn said, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Juliet frowned. They both knew what she was asking. She stayed silent, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Shawn's eyes dropped, and with a shrug he explained, "The spirits informed me of the fact that Jeffery has one too," he said, waving his hand near his head, sounding almost self-deprecating.

Juliet frowned, that still wasn't really the part she was curious about. Before she could respond Lassiter emerged from the interrogation room, "We aren't gonna get anything from him O'Hara. But since he seems so close to the former Mrs. Jordan, maybe we should bring her back in," her partner said gruffly, not acknowledging the disheveled psychic in front of him.

Sparing one last glance at Shawn she nodded. "I'll go get her," the Junior Detective said somewhat reluctantly. Something was very off about their resident psychic, and she desperately wanted to know how to fix it.

"Good," her partner replied, flinging the door open roughly, he exited, muttering something about finding Advil and maybe a shooting range.

Later:

'Jeffery and I…" Ms. Bensen paused, and for one of the first times in the investigation, Juliet believed the emotions she saw swim across the elder woman's face. "We began…seeing each other about two years into my marriage with Adam." Seeing Juliet's face the woman added hastily, "Adam was never around. He promised that he would go on less trips once we were married but…but if anything he just went on more. And frankly detective," the woman added, sounding indignant, "I got lonely."

Juliet swallowed down her judgment and a retort about how a solid marriage, like the one her parents shared, wasn't something that came easily; however she knew her love life was a bit too shambled at the moment for her to be handing out judgments.

"Jeffery," Ms. Bensen smiled nostalgically, "He was always able to listen. And he remembered everything. The smallest details. He made me feel special. Like I was his world." She smiled up at the detective, "And judge all you want, but we both know that's all you can ask for," she added quietly.

Juliet felt her cheeks grow warm despite herself, well aware of who was behind the glass watching this entire exchange. "Our affair got serious. And around the time I got pregnant, Jeffery finally explained to me how he was able to remember everything, even the smallest details." Juliet remained silent as the woman stared past her, lost in her own memories same as her lover, "His photographic memory is something that Millie inherited. And because he knew that Adam could provide her with better opportunities, and because he knew I didn't want my marriage to fail, he stayed silent." Ms. Bensen paused, tears welling in her eyes, "Even though it killed him." She whispered the full weight of her guilt behind her words. "But I've never seen him like he was today Detective. He's never hurt a fly, or raised a hand against anybody, and I've known him for..." The woman swallowed painfully, and shifted her eyes shamefully, "I…I think he might be off his medication."

"Medication?"

Lassiter growled; was everyone in this case on something?

Shawn shifted forwards in the viewing room curiously.

Ms. Bensen nodded, "He started taking it a few years ago. He hates it. One of the side effects is his stutter, it embarrasses him but he knows needs it. Sometimes, with his memory, the past started to become too much, and he…," Ms. Bensen bit her lip briefly, pushing away tears, "He started to lose track of time. He thinks something just happened that happened years before, because it all looks the same to him in his mind. Moments from ten minutes ago are just as clear as moments from ten years ago. He would confuse dates. He'd think it was 2004 instead of 2006. He…"

Shawn felt his throat tighten painfully as the words Ms. Bensen were speaking were drowned out by the sound of his heart pounding. "Gus…" Shawn managed, "I think we've heard enough," he whispered and Gus graciously ushered him out silently. Shawn ran a hand over his hair, bouncing on his toes, as he felt blood rush in his ears, his breathing became uneven. Jeffery had lost himself because of his memory. He had mixed up dates and…Shawn didn't need to look at Gus to know that they both remembered his little "2010=War with the Machines" confusion from earlier in the year.

Gus saw the way his friend's eyes dilated, the way he bounced around like he was terrified and ready to sprint off at the slightest provocation, "Shawn…" Gus started cautiously.

"Gus not now," Shawn breathed, feeling panic rise in his chest. It would not happen to him. It would not happen to him. It couldn't.

"But Shawn-"

"Chief!" McNabb yelled, sprinting across the room, "Lightning from the storm struck a tree near the Thorton Ravine. Started a forest fire. The fire chief requested that some black and whites head up there to help with crowd control and evacuation."

The Chief's instructions were drowned out as Shawn and Gus were violently slapped back to the present, "Gus…isn't that the ravine right next to where…"

"Yes," His friend replied quietly.

Shawn swallowed, "I think I'm might need to have a vision now," Gus nodded in agreement.

"Jules!" Shawn yelled sprinting back towards the investigation room, "Lassie! Oh, boy! I'm getting something! I solved it!" he yelled, trying his hardest to sound like his usual enthusiastic self.

Yes? No? Quit now?

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