Chapter 2

Just as Gus struggled to get his sample case out of the Blueberry his Cellphone started to ring; seeing the name on the caller ID he was seriously considering ignoring it, "Go away Shawn, I'm not talking to you!"

"Gus someones trying to kill me!"

"No they're not Shawn." Gus replied, being sure to keep his voice as calm and casual as possible; his friend really didn't sound too good, and who could know what sort of fever induced hallucinations Shawn Spencer could have been having right at that moment.

"Dude I'm serious!"

Gus sighed and put the sample case that he'd took ages getting out, back in to the Blueberry and slammed the trunk shut, "Shawn calm down...Where are you?"

"At the Hospital."

Gus got in to his car and started to fumble with his seat belt...Why was everything such a struggle today? "Why are you at the Hospital?"

"Because someone's trying to kill me..."

"You know, most people go to a Police Station for this sort of thing." He wanted to keep the mood as light as possible in a bid to calm his feverish friend down.

"Dude...I am not delirious!" The two of them had been best friends for so long it was almost as though he could actually read Gus' mind, "The killer tried to run me off the road...I came off my bike...Hit my head...And now I have concussion and my Doctor won't release me because my temperature's too high." Shawn suddenly raised his voice, "Even though I've told him a million times that I already had a fever!" He lowered his voice, taking on a dramatic tone, "Gus you really gotta get me out of here...Call Jules and Lassie too, I need all the help I can get...Plus after what happened at the Police Station I need to score me some psychic points."

"Yeah...I heard about that." For the first time Gus actually believed his friend was lucid, "What about your Dad?"

"Gus why would my Dad need to score psychic points...Everyone knows he's not psychic."

Gus was aware that his friend knew full well what he'd meant, "Am I calling your Dad or not Shawn?"

"Can you die from a concussion?"

"Yes."

"Am I gonna die?"

"I doubt it."

"Then no."

Shawn wasn't a huge fan of Hospitals...Especially when hot nurses were scarce and the Doctors wouldn't release him even though he felt absolutely fine. Well...Aside from having the worse headache he'd ever experienced in his life, a fluctuating fever, the chills, a really sore throat, irritating respiratory problems, body aches, and feeling like he could sleep for a week...Of course. But then again what do you expect when your own father tries to murder you with his germs?

He couldn't lie there feeling sorry for himself though, he had 'work' to do, afterall Gus, Juliet and Lassiter would be arriving there at any moment; he needed to fill himself full of psychic fuel if he was going to get himself out of his earlier psychic vision disaster.

Rubbing at his temple (more so in a bid to ease his aching head than anything else) Shawn scanned the Hospital for anything he could use. He turned his attention to a group of three Doctors, two male and one female.

Shawn narrowed his eyes; ladies first.

Sweat on forehead. Pedometer. Engagement ring.

Then guy Doc number one.

Crinkled clothing. Disheveled appearance. Drooping shoulders. Bags under his eyes.

The last Doctor had his back to Shawn, and his head was hurting way to much to try and get a 'reading' off of him; the man was however wearing brown suede shoes with epic pineapple covered shoe laces...Oh they'd be getting a mention, just for being awesome.

"Spencer, how is it you cause me more trouble when you're sick?" Lassiter stormed in, with Gus and Juliet coming up the rear.

"Ok first of all, I'm not sick enough to be here...And second of all," Shawn pointed to his Doctor, a tall, slender man with greying hair, who appeared to be in his late forties/early fifties, and raised his voice "arrest that man...That man is holding me against my will!"

Shawn's Doctor walked over to them, "Mr Spencer we've been through this," He started, with a patience in his tone that must have took years to perfect, "you have a concussion and a fever fluctuating from a hundred to a hundred and three degrees, and until we can get that stable, It's not safe enough for you to leave."

"But I have the Flu! Tell him Gus!"

"I know...I'm a Doctor."

"And my head is filled with it's usual amount of awesome...In fact I'll prove it."

"What...Like you did at the Station?" Lassiter gave a smug smirk, which faded when Juliet glared at him, "What?!"

Shawn put his hand to his head.

Shawn's Doctor turned to Gus, "What is he doing?"

Gus rolled his eyes, "Don't ask."

"That's right Doc...Don't ask, just be prepared to be amazed!"

"Yeah...Like when we were in the Chief's office."

"Carlton...You already said that."

"Yeah...But nobody made any attempt to snicker at Spencer's misfortune."

"That's because nobody was amused!" Juliet turned her attention back to Shawn, who was pointing at a female Doctor.

"You over there, with the long brown hair and Doctors costume...Congratulations on the wedding, you're husband-to-be is one lucky man...And don't worry, you have a great figure...Your dress will fit."

The female Doctor stared at him, "This isn't a costume...I work here, and have you been stalking me?"

"Only with my mind." On her look, Shawn elaborated, "I'm talking spiritually...I'm a psychic."

"Whatever." She replied, walking away.

"Wait...I'm getting something else." Shawn put his hand to his head again, and then pointed to the male Doctor, "You!"

"Who...Me?"

"Yeah, you...I'm sensing a dark cloud around you, filled with negativity." He made circular motions in the Doctors direction with his free hand, "Your girlfriend...She kicked you out, and ever since then you've been sleeping here, at the Hospital.

"Actually, it was my wife of five years who kicked me out...Oh and thanks, I guess I'm homeless again, now that everyone knows I've been living here!" The Doctor stormed off.

"Oh...Uh...Sorry man!" Shawn yelled after him.

"Jerk." The Doctor muttered.

Shawn looked over at Gus, "I probably deserved that."

"Yes you did." Gus confirmed.

When Shawn started to put his hand to his head again, Juliet stepped forward, "Shawn stop, we all know you're psychic..."

"Speak for yourself." Lassiter snorted.

Juliet took a deep breath, "Anyway..."

"That guy over there is wearing pineapple shoe laces!" Shawn suddenly blurted out, then turned to his friend, "Gus...I'm gonna need you to buy me some pineapple shoe laces."

"Buy your own shoe laces!"

She raised an eyebrow, then continued, "Anyway...Like I was saying...You don't need to prove yourself just because of what happened earlier...Nobody doubts your ability." She held up her hand before Lassiter could talk, "And I'm not speaking for you!"

Shawn smiled, "Thank's Jules."

Lassiter's cellphone rang, "Hello this is Detective Lassiter...Uhuh...Yeah...We'll be right there." He hung up and turned to Juliet, "They've found another body...O'Hara let's go."

"Coming...Take it easy Shawn." Juliet said, before following after her partner.

"Wait...What about the attempt on my life?!"

Juliet turned back, "We've got someone looking in to that."

"So...You believe me now?"

"Shawn...You we're involved in a hit and run." She replied, before rushing to catch up with Lassiter.

Shawn looked up at Gus, "She believes me."

"No she doesn't Shawn...I think they have to look in to it...Even if it was probably your own fault for driving around with a fever in the first place."

"Gus I know when somebody's trying to kill me!"

"Trying to kill you?" Shawn's Doctor looked at him in surprise, "Why on earth would you think somebody's trying to kill you?"

"For this Doc, this!" Shawn pointed to his head, "I'm not just psychic...I'm a Psychic Detective, and last night I witnessed a murder right outside of 'Psych'."

"What's 'Psych'?"

"Our Psychic Detective Agency." The fake psychic explained.

"Yeah...Too bad the body disappeared..." Gus muttered.

"The body disappeared?"

"I guess I must've dropped off, and the killer must've moved the body."

"You fell asleep?" The Doctor stared at him, "Assuming you were suffering from Influenza symptoms last night, are you sure you weren't just hallucinating?"

"Yes I'm sure...And my psychic senses are sure too." Shawn put his hand to his head, "And they're gonna lead me right to the murderer...Trust me, this guy doesn't know what he's..." Shawn started to cough loudly, "Dealing with..." He choked.

"Oh yeah...I bet he's terrified." Gus rolled his eyes.

"You're terrified!" Shawn shot back.

"So, the two Detecttives...They're helping with your 'investigation'?"

"Who...Jules and Lassie? No...They're working another case."

"Yeah...A real case."

Shawn shot his friend a look.

"What are they investigating, anyway?" Gus asked.

"A serial killer, whose targeting homeless peop..."

Flash! A females face pressed up harshly against the window...

Shawn put his hand to his head.

Matted hair. Dirt on face. Overgrown unclean Jacket with holes in it.

"She was homeless..."

Gus stared at his friend, "Who?"

"The girl who was murdered last night...She was homeless." Finally! He knew what it was that he'd been missing, "Gus...Jules and Lassie have been working my case all along!"