So, this is my very first fanfic. I'm excited. So, I'll try to update this regularly, but things will come up. I know they will. I hope you stick around for this one, because I have a feeling it will be pretty good. This is based off of the song by Taylor Swift, Eyes Open. Enjoy, and toodles! *Facepalm* XD

Disclaimer- I don't own Psych, very depressingly. I don't own the song, either. I only own the peeps you've never heard of. I don't own really anything except the plot and the characters you've never heard of, my charries. Rynx, Blackbird, them peeps. SO yeah.

Everybody's waiting, to see the breakdown

Everyone's watching, to see the fallout

And even when you're sleeping, sleeping,

Keep your eyes open

-Eyes Open, Taylor Swift

"Everybody is watching, to see your breakdown. Everyone's waiting for your fallout. And even when you are sleeping, keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes open, Shawn Spencer. Because you may never know what's lying in wait," Rynx cackled, then grinned in the psychopathic way of his that made Shawn almost drop the phone in his hand, watching the man in orange on the other side of the glass. The guards then came over and grabbed his arms, dragging him away as he laughed and laughed.

And a shiver went down Shawn's spine as he felt someone watching him.

Chapter 1-

The sun shone brightly in the evening sky, just resting on the horizon. The temperature was warm, enough for a nice day at the beach, which was exactly what Shawn Spencer had planned on doing. That is, until a case came in.

"Shawn, Chief didn't call us in for this case. We shouldn't be here," Gus lectured for the 50th time since they had got in the Blueberry.

"But, Gus, we wouldn't ever be on this case if we hadn't come, and plus, it involves hot girls. Honestly, how could I resist? And you too, for that matter!" Shawn replied indignantly and ducked under the yellow tape marked 'Police Line- Do Not Cross'. He flung open the doors to the mansion and set a world famous dazzling smile on his face. After all, Playboy bunnies were there.

"Ooh," He heard Gus mutter behind him.

He rolled his eyes then scanned the room. Police and forensics were swarming in and out of a door in the corner, and nervous looking Playboy bunnies were being interviewed.

Shawn ignored whatever Gus was ranting about and instead headed into the suspicious room.

The walls were a deep rich red color, as was the carpet. A man lay on the floor, a knife wound right in the center of his chest. The blood pooling from the stab blended in with the carpet, which, Shawn supposed, would be good for when they needed to get the stain off the floor.

"Hey, Gus, the blood blends in with the carpet. I guess it'll be easier to get the stain out, that way, because you won't even see it!" Shawn whispered, and Gus glared at him in response. Shawn turned his attention back to the room.

There was a nick in the wall a few feet away from the man. It appeared as though someone had swung but missed, and stabbed the wall. Also, there were scuff marks on the carpet, and tire marks where something had been rolled across the carpet.

"See anything?" Gus whispered.

"Yeah. A few things, but I'm not sure what it has to do with anything," Shawn whispered back. "Ooh, there's Lassie."

He then headed towards him, putting his smile back on his face.

"Hey, Lassie!" He greeted.

"Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"The same thing I always do at crime scenes. Try and get the spirits to tell me things by bribing them with songs by Def Leppard and Van Halen, and even you can't deny the epicness of that," Shawn replied, and gave him a look that said 'Come on, you know you can't!'

The detective thought for a moment.

"Spencer, get out of here."

"Lassie, I couldn't do that. Because 1, I sense you'll need me on this case, 2, I know that even you, Mr. Poker Face, are enjoying being here around all these Playboy bunnies, I know that Gus is, and 3.…I have no three, just forget that number, it wasn't even here," Shawn ranted. "Oh, wait, yes, I do. Where's Jules?"

"Day off. I can't decide whether that's good or bad." Lassiter replied, then turned around.

Shawn frowned in thought, then spun around and went to find Gus.

"Obviously, this psychic is good. Real good. He's solved lots of cases. This will be almost impossible to do," A gruff voice spoke from the shadows.

Another man glared at the shadows.

"I know this!" He hissed, then threw the file folder onto the table. It slid for a few feet, then came to a stop.

"Well, what do you want us to do? Snipers are available, Rusty said he could get one," The other man sighed irritably.

"Do you think I care what Rusty says? Rusty has failed me at every mission given to him. He failed to silence every man I assigned him to! I am trusting You on this task, and if you fail, you will deeply regret your actions. I want this man silenced once and for all. I want him to have appeared to have vanished from the face of the Earth to every person who ever knew him. No records or anything. Got it?" The man spat, and stood up. He pulled the combat shotgun off the rack on the wall and pressed it against the other man's throat, a look of malice in his fiery amber eyes.

"Y-Y-Yes sir," he stuttered out.

"Good," the other man responded, "Good Good Good. Now get out, and I don't want to see you until Shawn Spencer is dead and you have his lifeless body in your hands, Blackbird."

Blackbird nodded, then turned and scrambled out of the room. The original man cackled, then tossed the gun back on the rack haphazardly. He returned to the file folder, and flipped it open to a picture that was taken by a rooftop sniper of Shawn Spencer. He traced the man's jaw, and smiled.

"Shawny-boy, you are going to get what you dished out."

"But Gus!" Shawn whined, for the probably millionth time that day.

"Shawn- NO means NO!" Gus answered back, and continued driving.

"You know what? Fine. I'll just ignore you for forever!" Shawn huffed, then turned and stared out the window.

"Yeah, that'll never happen. 1, I drive you to Jamba Juice at 1 in the morning, 2, I'm taking you to see Avengers, and 3, I have your Poison CD," Gus scoffed.

"What? You traitor!" Shawn exclaimed, and shook his head. "Shaaaaame!"

"I feel no regret."

"Coldhearted traitor."

"Shawn, I know that you have done worse things."

"What are you implying?"

"Get over it, I'll give it back."

"Fine. Now can we go to Jamba Juice?"

"Yes."

"So, guess what I got today at the scene? Well, first, I noticed that there was a struggle. There was a nick in the wall, and also, I saw tire treads on the carpet. Scuff marks, and the fact the man's blood blended into the carpet. I'm guessing that was intentional, though I would never know. And, that they attacked above," Shawn noted, pointing up, while Gus raised an eyebrow.

"From the roof?"

"Yes. It gives a feeling of superiorness, or whatever," Shawn replied.

"What?" Gus asked, not even getting what Shawn was getting at.

"I don't know, it was on Burn Notice and I wanted to say it," Shawn shrugged. Gus rolled his eyes.

"So, anything else?"

"No, though I noticed that one of the Playboy bunnies kept smiling when she thought no one was watching her, like a creepy mad man. The blonde one, ya know?" Shawn answered.

"There were 3 blonde ones," Gus pointed out.

"Right," Shawn responded, and frowned. "Hazel eyes, curly hair, curvy?"

"You mean Fallon?" Gus asked. "She didn't seem at all creepy."

"Fallon? Interesting name," Shawn said, in thought, and furrowed his brows.

"Yeah. Her name is Fallon Evangeline Sanders. She kept talking about how hot one of the detectives was," Gus admitted.

"Who?" Shawn pressed, a grin creeping across his face.

"Um, she kept saying something about sexy green eyes, and a sexy five o'clock shadow. And fluffy hair to match hers…Wait, no way. No. Way." Gus shook his head.

"Ooooohhhhh yeaaaah, a Playboy bunny called me sexy," Shawn drawled, and did a slow victory dance in his seat. "Ooooohhhh yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!"

"Shawn, just shut up," Gus griped.

"Jealous?" Shawn teased, and stuck his tongue out at Gus.

"I'll kill you. And break the Poison CD!" Gus threatened.

"I don't care, because A PLAYBOY BUNNY THINKS I'M SEEEEXY!" Shawn crowed, and grinned even bigger. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!"

"Hey, I was talking to one of them for a while!" Gus protested.

"Did she say you were sexy?"

"Shut up, Shawn. Just shut up!"

SOOOOOO! How was it? Good? Bad? Makes ya wanna barf? Would rather be watching Burn Notice? (Questioning myself on that one...) Tell me about it! Review! Shawn will sing We Are Young by Fun in public if you do!

Shawn- So do it, woman!

Me- And if you are a man, I hope that makes you want to review! If not, I apologize!

Shawn- BUT IT'S TOO LATE, TO 'POLOGIZE, IT'S TOO LATE!

Me- Err...yeah.

Shawn- This will only get worse. I could sing Yeah x3 by Chris Brown.

Me- Just Review!

Shawn- Hmm...oh well, I'll sing I Ran by Flock of Seagulls. I RAN, I RAN SO FAR AWAY, I JUST RAN, I RAN ALL NIGHT AND DAY, I COULDN'T GET AWAY!

Me- REVIEW! NOW!