"We're walking into the building," Gus stated; his voice was low and smooth, and his body was in jackal mode. "We're smiling," he described as he nodded at one of the female uniforms.

"What the hell is that?" Eliot asked, walking normally behind and rolling his eyes.

"Gus you're being totally conspicuous," Shawn declared as he followed Gus donned in a three piece suit, minus the jacket; the irony was not lost on him, but he did not care. "And that's his radio voice," he added.

"I told you they didn't need earbuds," Eliot stated to the mastermind.

"They'll be fine," Nate reassured, though in the back of his mind he was wondering if the values of keeping the lines of communication open were worth the frustration of their childish antics. The only thing reassuring him of his decision was the notion that they, particularly Shawn, would provide a unique perspective on this case.

"Just try and remember we can see everything you're doing through the security cameras and hear everything perfectly through the coms," Hardison clarified once more.

"Yeah, no need for the radio voice," Sophie added.

"Juliet!" Shawn yelled out at the blonde detective sitting at her desk.

"What are you wearing?" she questioned, looking up and down at Shawn's suit.

"Class, Juliet. Class, silk and daringness," he replied. "You got anything on LaFleur?"

"Well I checked through Priestly's files," she looked briefly up at Eliot then back down at her paperwork, a small smile flashing across her cheeks. "And he's right; he's ripped off people all across the country, but all under different aliases. I'm amazed you were able to keep up with him."

"Well, that's my job ma'am," Eliot smiled.

"Ma'am?" the psychic snickered, tapping Gus' arm for support.

"It's courteous and traditional Shawn," Gus replied.

"So where should we start?" Juliet asked Eliot, ignoring, like usual, the minor banter between the other two.

"Well, like you said," Eliot began. "It's a miracle we were able to keep up with him, so chances of this being someone from his earlier cons and other identities is slim. It's probably a victim in this area, or someone who moved here and recognised him."

"There's more a hundred and fifty names on this list, it's going to take us hours to plough through it."

At the mention of hours of work, both Gus and Shawn began to slowly move away; edging towards the door, one subtle foot at a time.

"Well, that's why we have computer geeks and analysts," Eliot smiled. "They narrowed it down to eight people who live or have moved to the area, as of last night."

At the mention of only eight suspects, Shawn and Gus immediately moved back towards the desk; taking one, massive step so they were flush against it.

Eliot rolled his eyes and took out a piece of paper with the names of the suspects on it; he handed it to Juliet who brought the files up on the computer.

Shawn's eyes scanned them quickly.

"My psychic abilities have politely, and in a timely fashion, informed me that the culprit is one of these three here." He pointed to three of the names in the middle. "We should start there."

"How in the hell?" Hardison questioned.

"Well great!" Juliet exclaimed enthusiastically. "Let's get going."

"Uh, actually," Shawn began, but was interrupted by his father, yelling from across the room.

"Priestly!" Henry yelled.

"'Scuse me," Eliot stated and turned to walk towards his uncle.

Shawn looked over for a minute but decided that it was probably best that he kept out of whatever heated conversation they were about to have.

"I was thinking," Shawn continued, turning back to the female detective. "You and Lassie go hunt down the first name on that list while Gus, Priestly and I take numbers two and three."

"Nice try Shawn, I will be staying here where there are witnesses and I'm nice and safe," Gus declared, crossing his arms and sitting in the seat next to Juliet's desk. Shawn rolled his eyes while Juliet gave him a confused look.

"Witnesses…" Juliet began to ask when she was interrupted by Lassiter, who had been lurking (and listening) by the filing cabinet.

"I don't know why you're so eager to work with that Yankee Fist hating, suit of a cowboy of a clown? You hate the FBI," he sneered, squinting his eyes begrudgingly at Eliot.

"No, Lassie, you hate the FBI," Gus corrected.

"To be fair," Shawn began, turning his head towards his partner. "His hatred isn't without merit, I mean, the FBI are portrayed as the bad guys in literally every TV show; there must be a reason behind that."

"Because their bureaucracy impedes on hardworking, honest police work and they end up taking all the credit," Lassie whined.

"The X Files!" Shawn exclaimed, snapping his fingers.

"Because a show about aliens definitely portrays a realistic version of the feds," Gus replied sarcastically.

"Irregardless-"

"That's not a word Shawn," Gus corrected; his disappointment and annoyance for working with Shawn's cousin was filtering through.

"Irregardless," Shawn stated again. "This guy is cool with his mean attitude, kick ass right hook and whole mysterious thing he's got means he's awesome so we'll be following this lead with him."

"You'll," Gus corrected again.

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"You following up a lead with Shawn?" Henry asked Eliot, crossing his arms and leaning comfortably back in his chair.

"That's the plan, apparently," Eliot replied, paying careful attention to his cousin's conversation on the other end of the coms.

"What do you need me to do?" the older man continued; there was very little consideration in his voice and the question was mostly out of concern for getting the job done.

"Your job," the hitter informed him. "And let us know if anything comes up that we should know about or might get in our way."

"Got it," Henry agreed and then turned back to his paper work.

"Do we have a problem Henry?" Eliot finally asked, against his better judgement. The tension and passive-aggressive hostility from his uncle would surely soon become an issue if it wasn't one already.

"Just look after him," Henry informed him and Eliot nodded; like he wasn't going to do that.

"How on earth did you narrow that down to three people?" Hardison questioned as Eliot, Shawn and a reluctant Gus made their way to the car. "I was up all night narrowing it down to eight, how-"

"Actually, it was two people, the third was a decoy to give Jules and Lassie something to do," Shawn explained pulling the heavy front door open.