"Gus!" Shawn yelled excitedly, rapping on his friends' front door. "Gus!" He yelled again when he heard no movement from inside. "Gus!" he tried again, quickening his knocking to an annoying pace.

"Really Shawn?" Gus shouted as he opened the door, still in his pyjamas, while the psychic remained knocking on thin air. Gus grabbed his hand out of annoyance. "It's my sleep in day."

"Sleep in Gus, really, we aren't 22 anymore," Shawn teased; Gus was too tired to come up with a retort. "Get dressed man! I wanna go down to the station!"

"Wait, lemme get this straight," Gus began, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You want to go to work?" Gus asked in disbelief. "You?"

"Come on Gus! You were there yesterday; this job is going to be epic. Let's get into it!" Shawn yelled excitedly, forcing his way into his best friends' apartment.

"This job is going to get us killed," Gus replied but obliged his friend as he stepped into his room to change.

"Dude, Eliot's not going to let us die," Shawn laughed.

"That's who I'm worried about," Gus murmured, but behind the shut door, Shawn couldn't exactly hear him.

"Speak of the devil!" Shawn yelled as his phone rang in his pocket and Eliot's number came up. "Eliot!"

"Shawn," came the patented Eliot growl from the other end of the line.

"I divine that you need my help," Shawn said smugly, raising his hand to his temple.

"I'm coming into the precinct today; play along," the hitter explained vaguely.

"Sure man, whatever you need," Shawn agreed. "But am I gonna find out what this is about because I really don't feel comfortable lying…"

"You don't feel comfortable lying?" Eliot snickered.

"It's more I don't feel comfortable being lied to," Shawn revealed. "Look man let me join in on the awesomeness."

There was muffled talking on the other end of the phone; the only words Shawn could make out were several words which couldn't even be repeated on night-time television and the damning of someone named Hardison.

"Play along today and we'll let you in on the job," Eliot resigned, though Shawn had a not so sneaking suspicion that that wasn't his idea.

"I can be your wingman anytime!" Shawn quoted gleefully.

"Thanks Shawn," Eliot replied in a considerably happier tone; that line always put Shawn on his cousin's good side. "Oh and Shawn," he added.

"Yeah,"

"You screw this up you'll be flyin' outta a plane full of rubber dog shit," Eliot threatened half-heartedly.

"That's not the line dude…" he began but was interrupted by a beeping on the other side of the phone.

"Who was that?" Gus asked as he exited his room and pulled on a blazer.

"Uh, Eliot," Shawn said, placing his phone into his pocket.

"What'd he say?" the salesman asked suspiciously as he walked to the front door.

"Dunno," Shawn replied, following Gus outside. "Said something about 'playing along'. He was kinda vague actually."

"If I die because of this case Shawn I'm coming back and haunting you when you sleep," Gus declared, his mind churning through all of the possibilities as to what could go wrong.

"Gus, I'd be honoured."

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"Spencer!" Lassiter yelled as the psychic and Gus walked down the stairs towards the interrogation room several hours after the Spencer family reunion.

"Lassie!" Shawn yelled back.

"We thought you were coming to the interrogation?" Juliet enquired, standing beside the older detective.

"We were but we got distracted by pineapple flavoured churros," Gus informed.

"Which, as it turns out, doesn't taste like pineapple," Shawn added. "I'm heard you got nothing from the assistant curator," he continued.

"Yes…" Juliet began but was promptly interrupted by the older detective.

"The plan was to let her stew," Lassiter began. "Then to crack her like an elephant stepping on a peanut."

"That's mildly disturbing," Gus stated.

"But we got nothing," the detective concluded. "It should have worked."

"I actually think she's innocent," Juliet informed.

"So you let her go?" Gus asked.

"Yes," Carlton whined. "We had nothing to hold her on."

"I think that was a dead end anyway man," Shawn informed, giving the man a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Detectives," came a voice from up the stairs.

"Buzz!" Shawn and Gus both yelled affectionately.

"Hi guys," the uniform cop greeted in response. "The chief wants to see you all."

The four of them quickly ran upstairs to Vick's office, entering the room quickly and eagerly; the Chief was sitting at her desk and a well-built man, in a dark coloured suit and the top half of his hair tied into a pony tail stood in front of it.

"So that's what he meant by play along," Shawn muttered.

"Detectives," Vick greeted. "This is Agent Mark Priestley with the FBI. Henderson this is Detective Lassiter and O'Hara," the chief introduced and Shawn made a mental note to ask his cousin how to Shawn made a mental note to ask his cousin how to get a cool fake name like that.

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