When they had reached the supposed residence of Brent Calloway, Shawn, Gus, Sarah, and Chuck stood on the porch, staring at the small house. The door was found unlocked, as Sarah and Chuck expected, and the four walked right in. Chuck was amazed at the details that had been put into Brent's house. Just like when he and Sarah had gone undercover as a married couple, the man's face had been put into pictures and mail had been printed with his name on it. The place had been left in the normal disarray that often occurred in the house of someone not expecting company, with Brent's bed unmade and the rugs on the floor crooked.

Shawn closed his eyes and brought his fingers to his temples. "I'm sensing...a man, a man named...All Over. No, Olive. Oliver. Ollie! Yes, Ollie. Ollie...Jenkins." Chuck studied his face to see if it looked like an Intersect was working in Shawn's head, but he couldn't tell. Shawn then went over to Brent's desk and picked up a business card that said:

Ollie Jenkins
Solid Ground Auto and Body Shop
555-345-8903

Chuck found it amazing that Shawn was able to pick out a name and card from such a messy desk. His thoughts were mixed. He didn't really believe in psychics, but maybe Shawn was telling the truth. Then again, someone with a remarkable ability to deduce might notice the same thing, and if that were true, then the suspicions that the NSA had about him were probably correct.

"Sarah, has Brent gotten into a car accident recently?" Asked Shawn.

"Not that I know of. Last time I saw it, his car looked fine. He loves it."

"Do you think maybe he could have taken it in for something really small? I mean, if he loves his car so much, he would have done anything to make sure it was in tip-top shape, right?" Gus said. "But, maybe Brent kept this card around just in case something happened."

"You're absolutely right, Gus. That is why I am going to put this card into Sarah's soft, capable, and responsible hands." Shawn smiled and gently gave the card to Sarah. The search continued.

Nothing else irregular or promising was found. There were no indications of a break-in or even a struggle. Chuck knew that this "case" had been made extra difficult on purpose to test Shawn's capabilities. So far, however, he seemed to be on the right track.

After the entire house had been scanned, Shawn suggested, "Lunch, anyone? It's Gus' treat." Gus glared at his friend once more. Sarah looked at Chuck. "Lunch sounds nice," she said.

All throughout lunch, Shawn and Gus continued to talk and talk, but never uttered a word that would confirm any suspicions the NSA had. Shawn and Sarah made googly eyes at each other as they ate, and it became noticeable that Gus had given up on trying to woo her. After the meal was completed and lunch was paid for (by Gus, of course), Sarah said that the two investigators had done more than enough today, and that she and Charles would return the next day.

After Sarah and Chuck had gotten into Sarah's car, they drove around the block once to make sure the men in the Psych office didn't see them; then pulled up next to the surveillance van and climbed inside.

Casey was listening to the voices of Shawn and Gus through the bug that Sarah had planted in the office. "So far they haven't said anything that might be helpful to us," said Casey, and they continued listening.

"Ah man, I forgot about all this popcorn we have to clean up," said Shawn. "I can't believe Sarah saw us doing that."

"Whatever, Shawn. It was your idea," Gus said.

"Yeah, and it was fun. I won, by the way."

Gus sighed. "What do you think of this case?"

"I don't know, truth is, I'm stumped at the moment. The only lead we have is that business card, and that could be nothing. We'll have to call the number today and ask about Brent. Honestly, the case is toward the bottom of my list. I have a really good feeling about me and Sarah."

"Really? What about Juliet?"

"What about Jules?"

"Nothing, never mind. Besides, Shawn, I don't really you and Sarah being involved is such a good idea. She seems to really be attracted to your so-called psychic abilities. I mean, what happens when she finds out you're not really psychic?"

Chuck's eyebrows popped up as he exchanged looks with Sarah and Casey. Shawn continued. "Look man, I don't know, but we've only known each other for a few hours and already I feel a serious connection to her. That's gotta mean something."

"Maybe. I'm going home, Shawn."

"No, stay and watch The X-Files with me."

"Shawn, you know that show freaks me out."

"Come on, please? We'll pick a non-scary one."

"They're all at least a little bit creepy."

Their conversation went back and forth for a little while longer until Casey turned the audio off in the van. "Good work Casey, Chuck," said Sarah. "I'd say we accomplished a good amount today."

"We now know the suspect isn't psychic, so either he's a very good detective or he has a Intersect," said Casey.

"I don't know," said Chuck. "I was watching him, and I really couldn't tell if he had an Intersect for not."

"I'll use my influence on Shawn to get closer to him. Maybe I can get him to talk," said Sarah.

Chuck felt uncomfortable with that idea, but he realized that it was probably the best way of doing things. Later, Sarah, Casey and Chuck returned to Castle to make their report to General Beckman. They told her what they had overheard and how Shawn and Gus worked.

"And General," Casey stated, "I would like to officially state that as of tomorrow I am starting surveillance on Detective Juliet O'Hara."

"What?" Said Chuck. "Why?"

"She seems to have a connection to the suspect, General," Sarah answered. "And if she is working with Spencer, she would have access to the police department's files."

General Beckman nodded. "I did give Major Casey permission to perform surveillance when he felt that it was needed, and from what I'm hearing, this is one of those situations."

"O'Hara seems to have a model record," said Casey. "But it's always better to be safe than sorry."

"Why do you always have to go after the nice people?" Asked Chuck.

"I can't exactly answer that, Mr. Bartowski," said Beckman. "But remember that everyone is suspicious in this case. Goodnight, team, and good luck tomorrow."

As Chuck drove home, he almost felt sad. He liked the people in this case, even if they were mysterious and frightening. He liked Shawn, he liked Gus, and he liked Juliet. That Lassiter guy seemed kind of grumpy, but maybe he wasn't that bad. After he had gotten home, he got a glass of milk and sat down at the table with Ellie. He felt better after talking with her for a few moments, and as he brushed his teeth he tried to change his perspective on the whole situation. He did his best, but even then he found it hard to not care about the people he had met that day.