I unfortunately do not own Psych. But if I did, there would be a lot more Yin, a little less Yang XD (Bad pun… sorry…)

On with the show!

1990...

"Shawn, someday your mouth is going to get you into big trouble," Henry Spencer said as he angrily drove home from Shawn's school. "Telling a teacher off like that? You're lucky you didn't get suspended for a week."

"But she started it!" Shawn protested. "She had no idea what was going on and I just tried to explain to her exactly what had happened. It was all her fault and she just didn't want to hear it."

"Don't argue with people who have the power, Shawn. Especially not people who can put your life in jeopardy," Spencer admonished as he parked the truck in the driveway.

"Life in jeopardy?"

"Yes. Someday you'll say something to the wrong person and I won't be there to get you out of it. Now go up to your room."

Present Day...

"Come on, Gus, you know that Lassie saying 'stay off of this case' translates to 'get your psychic groove on'."

"I highly doubt that, Shawn," Gus said, but followed his best friend back to the Blueberry from the crime scene.

"You know you like the adventure of breaking the rules."

"Only if we get paid."

"If we solve the case we can get paid."

"We might get paid, if we don't get killed, kidnapped, arrested, or ignored."

"The order of that list makes me believe you think we are most likely to get killed and least likely to get ignored. Personally, I like those odds."

Gus shot him a look. "You like getting shot?"

"Now, what is the real likeliness that we are going to get killed."

"Petty high if I let you do your thing. Maybe you don't remember, but you've been kidnapped twice, shot, karate chopped, beat up, hit in the head with a gun, poisoned, threatened to get shot multiple times-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. But some of those weren't even meant for me so they shouldn't count."

"Like what?"

"Uh... well, I was only barely poisoned."

"Exactly, Shawn. You get yourself into trouble and you usually manage to drag me into it."

"But Gus, there is no way we'll get into trouble with this case. It's safer than safe. The safiest... Saferest? Saferiest?"

"Most safe."

"I've heard it both ways."

"You couldn't even decide on a word."

"Oo! Look! The ice cream truck!"

"Changing the subject isn't going to help your case, Shawn."

"It's the one that has Rocky Road Dream cones," Shawn tempted.

"Where's a parking spot?"

"Okay, let's get started on this thing," Gus said as they entered the Psych office.

"You're on board now? Sweet! But first I must finish my Dream cone, maybe have a glass of milk, then take a nap."

"Shawn."

"Fine, fine. Let's review what we got." Shawn slid into a chair and propped his feet on Gus's desk. "A woman around thirty found just outside a bar and Lassie has dismissed as a simple robbery gone wrong."

"It could just be a robbery gone wrong," Gus pointed out, pushing Shawn's feet off the desk.

"I don't think so. Something about it just seemed... Wrong..."

"Like what?"

Shawn shook his head. "I can't decide exactly." Shawn's mind flashed through the images of the crime scene, remembering the odd position of the body, the fact that there was only one shoe, and the purse laying beside her on the ground. "Come on," he said as he jumped to his feet. "Let's go see Woody."

"But we just got here!"

"Gus, I can't tell where the case will take me. You just gotta role with it!"

"You are way too jumpy about this. It might not even be a case," Gus sighed but grabbed his keys and followed his best friend out.

"Woody!" Shawn cried as he came in, arms spread wide.

"Spencer! It's been a while!" Woody began to meet the hug, but Shawn stopped him when he saw the gloves covered in blood. "Oh, right. Probably should wait on a reunion hug, huh?"

"Actually I'm sure Gus here would love a hug," Shawn grinned as Gus started whining pathetically.

"I don't want to ruin his nice shirt," Woody declined. "I suppose you're here about the newest resident. A Miss Jane Doe?"

"That's right," Shawn said, stepping up to the table.

"Well, it looks like you might actually be in the wrong area of thought. Miss Doe does appear to be simply the victim of a robbery. However, the gunshot that killed her was a long distance one. Usually in robberies the shot is close enough to leave at least a little gunpowder residue, but in this case there was nothing. Not even on the clothes."

"I see. Do you happen to have the shoe that was next to her at the crime scene?"

"Yep, right here." Woody held up a bag containing a single Chuck sneaker.

"I like that color, Gus. I might want to invest in a pair of those."

"Can we discuss this after we get out of here?" Gus whispered stiffly.

"Of course, buddy. Thanks, Woody! I'll take a rain check on that hug!"

"Bye guys!" Woody called after them, waving a disembodied arm that he had just picked up from a table, making Gus gag outright and run out the door.

"What are we doing here Shawn?" Gus demanded as they walked into the SBPD. "We don't even have a case yet!"

"Oh, yes we do, Gus," Shawn smiled. "That shoe was half a size too small for our Jane Doe."

"Which means she wasn't alone in the parking lot."

"Exactly." Shawn paused a moment, catching sight of a missing person poster, still crisp from being tacked up. "What does the name Winard mean to you?"

"Winard? Like Mr. Winard?"

"Yes, Gus, Mr. usually goes in front of a last name for a man."

"Don't down play me, Shawn."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Now what can you tell me about him."

"He's a millionaire border lining billionaire."

"That's all I needed to know." Shawn took a quick turn and burst into Chief Vick's office, immediately starting to gasp for air. "I'm running! I'm running but not fast enough! I-I-I can't breathe Gus! Gus! They're after me! Help me! Somebody please! No, wait. They're not after me. Their after my-my charge!"

"Charge card?" Lassiter asked from his seat at the desk.

"No, no. A different kind of charge. A crying charge. A charge I should take care of-"

"A child? Like a nanny?" Juliet asked, her brows furrowing.

"Yes! " Shawn said, pointing at Juliet and standing up right, no longer being affected by his 'vision'. "A nanny! Our Jane Doe was a nanny! And I know who her charge was!" Shawn waited.
"What? No guesses? Seriously? I beat you guys to the punch? Wow!"

"Spencer! Get to the point already!"

"Alright, Lassie. Down boy." Shawn regained his composure. "It was Randy Winard. The son of the millionaire."

Hello good people of the Psych world. I come in peace! I am a new initiate, but I absolutely adore the show and the characters. This story will hopefully be up to everyone's liking and I hope I caught the characters. If there are any helpful hints, I am totally open to them!

I usually write stuff for Criminal Minds, but I'm trying to get a bit happier in my writing and Psych seems like a good way to go. Of course, what I have planned may not be the greatest happy story…. But I will make it at least semi-funny! I promise! I mean, it's Shawn. He can crack a joke in any situation, right?

Anywho…

Read! Review! Live long and prosper! All that good stuff :)

~MyDarkAngel710