AN: This is more or less me just letting you know I'm not dead. I've got like six stories I'm trying to finish up, and two or three of them are like just an inch away from completion but...yeah, I can't think of SHIT!
Also, I didn't even notice that I had never posted this little ficlet...

Gus was currently chatting with the newest addition to the SBPD, trying to pass the time while Shawn did...God knows what. He honestly wasn't even sure why they were here in the first place, besides that Shawn was bored. You'd think with all the random games and gadgets at the office and his own home, he'd be able to think of something else to occupy his time. Apparently, pushing Detective Lassiter to the brink of insanity was better than Alien Invaders.

"Well, I just transferred from Kenosha," Officer Meyer explained when Gus asked about his accent.

"Really? Wisconsin? From the cheese state of America to Santa Barbara, must be a huge transition."

"Actually, the biggest thing has been the heat. But yeah, it's a pretty big change--"

Meyer was cut off from saying any more by the arrival of Lassiter, walking down the hall from the interrogation rooms with surprising ease for having a grown man attached to his leg. One Shawn Spencer was being dragged across the floor after the detective, having a tight grip on his left ankle. Most of the other officers barely blinked in their direction, too used to Shawn's antics. The new guy, however, was staring wide-eyed at his head detective and the unknown man.

"Get off Spencer!"

"Lassie, you know I'm right! The people in my head said so! Do not ignore the people in my head!"

Officer Meyer blinked once, then turned back to Gus with a perplexed and almost frightened stare. "Who's that?"

"Uh...that's Shawn. He's the local psychic; works with the police a lot."

"Uh huh... And, what's in his head?"

"I've wondered that for a long time now."

He looked like he was going to ask Gus more questions, but he stopped short, looking at something over Gus' shoulder.

"Damn it Spencer! Give me back my shoe!"

"Gus, run! I've got a hostage!"

Gus turned around to see Shawn running through the bullpen, shoe in hand, with Lassiter giving chase in an odd limping run due to his lack of shoe. He looked on for a moment or two, before turning back to the still wide-eyed officer Meyer.

"So, Wisconsin...must've been peaceful."