Everything comes so easy for "psycic" Shawn Spencer; tough cases-solved, intense situations-no problem. He takes everything in stride. Nothing ever fazes him. He bounces into every situation, totally chipper and care free.

At least that was the perception that detective Carlton Lassiter had of the phoney psycic when he first met the infuriating man. Spencer had no worries because he would suffer no consequences. He didn't have to make sure that suspects were brought to justice. He didn't have to worry about following procedure. He didn't have to bother with warrants and Miranda warnings. He didn't have to know the difference between probable cause and reasonable suspicion. If he made a mistake, he didn't have to answer to a review board or internal affairs. He was free to come in and mess up a case, leaving the REAL detectives to mop up after him. The worse that could happen to him was being charged with interfering with a police investigation, which normally comes with the slap on the wrist of a fine or minor jail time, but for someone like Spencer, who has a cop for a father and has admittedly had a hand in several successful police investigations, he would get away scot-free.

But then, this perception of the "psychic" that the detective had built came crashing down around him in an instant. In that moment in time, all pretenses surrounding the phoney psychic shattered, and for a brief moment Carlton Lassiter could see into Shawn Spencer's soul. In that instant, the detective would never look at the "psychic" the same way again, not after The One That Got Away…