Chuck, Sarah, Gus, and Shawn all piled in to Gus' small, bright blue car and headed to the police station. Chuck only half listened as Gus and Shawn gabbed on and on. He wondered if Casey was following them in the van, and if Sarah had managed to successfully hide an audio bug somewhere in the Psych office as planned. For a moment, he allowed his thoughts to slow down and he began to listen to the car.
"Just so you know, I am also in the pharmaceutical business," Gus said. He used his rear view mirror to raise his eyebrows at Sarah. "I do very well for myself."
"So I've heard," said Sarah with a smile.
"And the spirits have made me very successful as well," said Shawn. "As you may be aware of, last year I discovered and dug up dinosaur fossils, all by using my psychic powers."
"I was there too, Shawn," said Gus.
"Wrong, Bruton Gaster was there."
Gus smiled again at Sarah. "They got my name wrong in the newspaper."
Sarah giggled. "I remember that! That was very impressive, Shawn. Your talents amaze me."
Gus looked slightly annoyed.
Sarah continued. "You're just so thrilling. I mean, who could forget when you saved the judge of that one show..."
"American Duos!" Exclaimed Chuck. The other three in the car looked at him. "I...uh, love that show."
"Charlie, am I sensing that you happen to be a fan of my expertise as well?" Asked Shawn.
"Uh, Sarah has told me about some of your cases."
"I see, I see." At that moment, Gus parked the car and the four began to walk to the station. Once inside, Chuck looked around curiously at all the uniformed and well-dressed people buzzing around. He followed Shawn and Gus to the desk of a blonde woman whom Chuck guessed was probably about his age.
"Hey, Jules," said Shawn.
The woman looked up from her computer. "Shawn, Gus, what are you guys doing here?" She glanced curiously at Chuck and Sarah; then stood up with a bright smile on her face.
"Jules, this is the lovely Sarah Walker and the illusive Mr. Charles Carmichael, who has the coolest title in the history of the world," Shawn introduced.
She shook the hands of both Chuck and Sarah and said, "I'm Detective Juliet O'Hara. It's nice to meet you both."
"Same here," voiced Chuck.
"We've just been privately hired by Sarah and Charles," said Gus to Juliet. "We wanted to ask you if there have been any reports made about a Brent..."
"Calloway," finished Sarah.
"Brent Calloway."
"Well," said Juliet, "I haven't heard anything, but I'll run his name through the database. One second." She sat back down at her desk and Chuck heard keyboard keys clacking. "Is this him?" She asked Sarah, turning the screen to her. Chuck indeed recognized the picture from the phony case file. It was so interesting to him how the NSA had managed to put such detail into the file of someone who wasn't even real.
"Yes," said Sarah. "That's definitely him."
"I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid dear Mr. Calloway is missing, Jules," said Shawn.
"How long has he been gone?"
"I'm not sure, but no one's heard from him since Thursday," Sarah stated, and Chuck could tell she was trying to establish pain in her voice.
"Well, we can definitely file a missing person's report," said Juliet.
"Maybe that would be best," said Sarah. "Is there any way that maybe we could get a warrant so that Shawn could investigate Brent's place?"
"Shawn, Gus, why don't you go with Ms. Walker to ask Chief Vick? She's not in right now, but she should be back any minute."
"Thank you for your help, Detective," said Sarah.
"Thank you so much, Jules," said Shawn.
Chuck turned to follow the three into the chief's office, but Sarah motioned for him to stay. He wondered why until he saw her lean her shoulder against Shawn's and hook her hand into his. Looking over at Juliet, Chuck saw her staring at the two intertwined hands curiously, almost in a jealous fashion, but after a few moments she distracted herself by looking to Chuck. He himself couldn't help but look at the display in a manner much the same. "Uh, can I get you anything, Mr. Carmichael? There's coffee, of course, and I think there's actually a muffin left today. Usually there's not."
"No, but, uh, thanks."
Juliet nodded and smiled. She sat down at her computer and began to type once more while Chuck looked around. After a few moments, she said, "Would you like to sit down? I could get you a chair."
Chuck decided that maybe a chair would be nice and told Juliet so. She retrieved a chair from a nearby unoccupied desk and rolled it to hers. Chuck thanked her and she went back to work. To fill time, he watched what was going on with Sarah, Shawn, and Gus, but was distracted when a tall, thin, authoritative-looking man came to the desk Juliet had take the chair from, stared at it in confusion, took a brief look around, and walked straight up to her desk. "O'Hara, where's my chair?" He asked, obviously annoyed. The man noticed Chuck for the first time and stared at what he was sitting in. "Who is this?" He asked in the same tone as before.
"Carlton, this is Charles Carmichael, and he is a client of Shawn and Gus. He is waiting for his...friend?" She said, looking at Chuck as if to ask him of what relation he was to Sarah.
"Yeah, she's my...she's my friend," said Chuck.
"...he is waiting for his friend to finish talking to the chief," she finished.
"And why is my-"
"I gave him your chair because you're supposed to be on your lunch break, Carlton."
Chuck got up quickly. "He can have the chair, really, it's fine."
Juliet frowned at Carlton. "Anyways, Mr. Carmichael, this is my partner, Carlton Lassiter. He's the Head Detective of this station, and he can get another chair."
"You get another chair, O'Hara, and give Carmichael yours."
"Carlton..." She sighed. "Fine. Carlton gets his chair, and Mr. Carmichael, you can have mine. I'll get one from the conference room."
"Actually, I'll stand. Really, I don't mind at all," said Chuck.
"Are you sure?" Said Juliet.
"You heard him, O'Hara, he's fine," said Lassiter.
She rolled her eyes as Carlton rolled his seat back to his desk. "Sorry," she said to Chuck. "Usually we get along much better than that."
"I understand," said Chuck, thinking about his fellow Nerd Herders.
At that moment, Sarah, Shawn, and Gus came out of the chief's office, Sarah and Shawn still holding hands.
"Well, Carl Carmichael," said Shawn, "looks like we're off to investigate Brent's place."
"Good," said Chuck.
Shawn said goodbye to Juliet on his way out and Chuck did the same. As they left the police station, Chuck saw the white surveillance van that Casey as in just down the street. He began to think about what sort of things Casey was analyzing about Shawn and Gus, and also about Juliet and Lassiter. Chuck hadn't been on this case for too long, but he already thought that it was one of the most interesting missions he had ever been assigned.