A/N: Chapter 2 is finally here and I'm actually glad at how this turned out. Please don't forget to leave reviews as they motivate me to keep writing!

Without further ado.. I give you:

Chapter 2: What do You Call a Sexy Bunny?

The restaurant was quiet. Shawn and Gus had walked in at 2:10pm. There was about an hour until closing time, so the pair wasn't surprised to find it practically empty. They sat down at the first booth they saw, Shawn taking the side of the booth so he could see the front door. He scanned the outside surroundings. Across the street was a simple laundromat combined with a tailoring service. He made a note to check out their prices as he reached to grab a menu off the side of the table. He found himself just staring at the menu, thinking about the case instead. "It still doesn't make any sense," he mumbled to himself, although he was loud enough for Gus to hear.

"What doesn't make sense?" Gus asked as he glanced over the different options on the menu, his mouth watering at all the delicious options.

"The case," Shawn blurted out and waited for Gus to intervene and tell him to stop worrying about it and focus on what to order, but when that comment never came he continued with his train of thought. "Each time we sweep in to make a bust, the Cinco Reyes is always a few minutes ahead of us and are nowhere to be seen. They even manage to take all their supply with them."

Gus lowered his menu to look at his friend, who was clearly deep in thought. "Have you ever considered that they change locations regularly? Maybe when we get there we just happen to line up with their switch," he added to the conversation, although he didn't believe the theory himself.

Shawn chuckled slightly at the theory Gus was trying to provide. "Actually I'm afraid we have a mark in the police department," he theorized.

Gus shot up an eyebrow in confusion. "A mark? Shawn, what the hell are you on about?"

"You know, someone on the inside. Like a spy," Shawn clarified his past statement.

"You mean a mole, Shawn. Not a mark," Gus assured him.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "I've heard it both ways," he claimed like he always did when he was wrong about something.

"No, you haven't. You have most definitely not heard it both ways,"

Shawn simply dropped his menu to the table and started going through the case file in his head. He had to have been missing something, he had to. Images flew by in his mind of the only four known Cinco Reyes members to the SBPD. He looked back up to say something to Gus when his eyes glanced behind him, towards the giant window by the door. His jaw dropped slightly as he recognized the man who walked by the front of the restaurant before he crossed the street in the direction of the laundromat. "Gus," Shawn whispered as he didn't take his eyes off the Cinco Reyes member. "That's him. From Lassie's case file," he squinted his eyes and placed his index finger to his head in an attempt to remember the name. "Playboy, he does all the dirty work. He has to be on his way to the lab. Let's follow him," Shawn suggested and before Gus had the chance to deny the request, Shawn was up and out of the door.

"Shawn! Shawn, wait up!" Gus called after him in an attempt to slow him down so he didn't leave Gus behind.

Shawn stopped outside the laundromat and peered in as he waited for Gus to catch up. He watched as Playboy walked up to another man who was unconvincingly doing a load of laundry as a cover. "Gus, take off your jacket," Shawn said simply as he stuck his hand out when Gus approached him.

"You must be out of your damn mind, Shawn! This is a Paul Smith jacket. It's worth $150," Gus said, insulted that his friend would even consider using his jacket as a decoy.

"Gus, you bought it for $50 on ebay," Shawn explained after Gus' outburst. "We can't just walk in there without something to wash, and I'm not wearing any extra layers."

Gus glanced between Shawn, the inside of the laundromat, and his jacket multiple times before giving in and slipping it over his shoulders. "Fine, but I get to do the washing. I don't want you touching this jacket."

Shawn nodded his head in agreement with Gus' plan as he pulled the door open and followed Gus inside. Shawn led Gus to an open washing machine on the opposite side of where the guard was doing his fake load. "Don't actually start it, I have an idea," he whispered to Gus before he walked off in the direction of the Guard. "Hi, excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering if you happened to have any detergent my friend and I could use? He spilled something on his jacket and we don't just carry soap with us. That would be weird," he fake chuckled as the Guard, who was almost a foot taller than Shawn, just stared down in unamusement.

He turned his head slightly to the right where a door lead to some stairs, and Shawn presumed they led to a basement. "Do you think they keep extras down there? In storage," he asked the giant man before he took a step towards the door that was cracked open just slightly. Upon further examination he could see a group of people inside standing by a table, and Shawn knew he just found their most recent lab.

His view of the lab was cut short when the giant guard stepped in front of him, blocking his view just before he shoved him back and growled, "You have no access. Leave now."

Shawn took the threat seriously and put his hands up in defense. "Sorry man, we'll just be on our way now," he said quickly as he turned towards the exit and hurried out of there, grabbing Gus' arm as he walked by and dragged him out as well.

"Please tell me you got something, other than possible bruises from that giant," Gus asked, as he slipped his jacket back on, hoping they didn't waste valuable time.

Shawn smirked as he looked back into the laundromat. "Oh I got something alright. The Cinco Reyes are definitely hiding a drug lab in that basement."

Finally the pair had finally gotten another lead on the case and Gus stuck his fist out to Shawn as he reached for his car keys in his pocket. Shawn completed the first bump and pulled his phone out to text Lassiter. "I'm gonna tell Lassie we're on our way and I'm getting a really big vision."

Shawn sat himself down on the edge of Lassiter's desk and closed his eyes. He placed both his hands at the side of his head and furrowed his brows in thought. "Oh I'm getting something. Something big," Shawn declared, and everyone in the station dropped what they were doing and hurried to watch Shawn have his vision. "No wait. It's not big, but it's small. And furry?" He questioned the 'spirits'. "Yes, It's small and furry. And.. Sexy?" He questioned again as he leapt off the desk and began to jump around, mimicking a rabbit.

Lassiter sat in his chair as he watched, very confused, as Shawn jumped up and down. Suddenly Lassiter understood the connection between the jumping and the small, furry, sexy thing Shawn described. "Playboy!" He shouted as he jumped from his chair into a standing position.

"Yes! Playboy!" Shawn yelled back in agreement. He stopped bouncing and stumbled back a few steps, but caught his balance before he could hit the ground. "I can see it now. Clothes, soap, and coins?" He said aloud, unconvinced of the spirit's information.

"A laundromat?" Juliet added to the conversation, although she didn't understand what a laundromat had to do with playboy.

Shawn nodded his head at Juliet. "It's getting clearer now," he explained to the members of the SBPD who were simply watching him. "I see Playboy, in a laundromat. And I see a basement," Shawn paused and shot his eyes open for a dramatic finish. "The laundromat is the latest lab!" At his outburst of information he noticed several officers gasp, and some return to their desk to locate the nearest laundromat. Shawn looked out of the corner of his eye and realized he was standing directly in front of Lassiter. Deciding to make the most of the moment, he put his hand over his eyes dramatically and let himself fall back into the detective's arms.

The detective acted quick as his reflexes kicked in and he reached his arms out to catch Shawn. He only allowed himself to have a split second of panic before he quickly turned back into his normal self. "Spencer, what the hell," he growled slightly as he pushed Shawn upright. Shawn simply smiled at Lassiter and made himself comfortable against his desk once again.

The group quickly searched through the Cinco Reyes' territory for any known laundromats. While Shawn knew the address of the laundromat, he thought it would be too specific to just give it away. All four people at Lassiter's desk were so consumed in looking at maps that they all jumped when someone suddenly spoke right next to them. "Sir, the only laundromat within the Cinco Reyes' territory is the 'Wash and Fun Coin-op Laundry' off the corner of San Andres Street and West Sola Street," the detective said mainly to Lassiter as he handed him a map with a dot on the location.

Lassiter grabbed the map from the detective's hand and looked down at it. The laundromat was almost in the direct center of Cinco Reyes territory, and it was close to their last lab. "Good work, Davidson," he congratulated the detective still standing in front of him. "Go notify the S.W.A.T team of the location and prepare for a bust."

Detective Davidson nodded his head at Lassiter's command and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Yes sir," he responded simply before walking away with his phone to his ear.

Shawn watched as the detective walked off, although he wasn't sure why he felt the need to watch him leave. He quickly snapped his head back towards the group when Lassiter called his name. "Spencer, are you coming or not?" He repeated once he was acknowledged by Shawn looking at him. Shawn didn't bother saying anything, he simply jumped off the desk and followed behind Lassiter and Juliet as they made their way out of the station.