Henry Spencer shoved the front doors of the SBPD open in obvious fury. He stomped through the busy station, turning more than a few eyes his way. The officers and various other employees in the department had grown accustomed to a light-hearted, scene making Spencer.

Shawn Spencer.

Not the scary, fire in eyes, older Spencer that slammed through their doors.

"Karen! I demand to know what the hell happened here!" Henry yelled to the Chief, who had noticed his entrance and came to meet him. She stopped in front of the older man, rubbing her temples as if she was trying to eradicate a headache that had yet to make its full entrance.

"Henry, I assure you nothing has happened here." She stated very clearly. Henry rolled his eyes angrily, obviously not believing her.

"Karen, I just saw Shawn. Gus had to drop him off at my place. He is beside himself. I thought I told you to not let him anywhere near this case! What the hell happened?!" He shouted. At that moment, Carlton Lassiter had come around to the corner.

"Chief, we have a lead on our suspect." He informed her.

They had been working on a case: a serial rapist. He had no type. There were four victims. Seventeen year-old Marie Aimadae, thirty-three year-old, James Hinder, twelve year-old John Perce, and twenty-seven Jamie Orwell. No relations, nothing in common, these people were completely random. Henry whirled around to face the lanky detective.

"What did you say to Shawn?!" He growled dangerously; Lassiter's eyes widened in surprise. The detective may have the height advantage, but Henry's glares could make a blind stone cry.

"Nothing! We had come to a prime suspect and then Spencer just…shut down." Carlton explained to the seething man in front him. At the word "suspect", Henry's eyes widened.

"Your suspect wouldn't happen to be a man, about 49, tall and built, record, by the name of Paul Andrews." Henry asked; Karen's eyes widened at the name. Lassiter looked between the two and then responded.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Henry deflated, covering his face with his tan, calloused hand.

"Oh no, Oh Shawn. Come on, kid." He moaned. Karen looked a bit sick.

"Henry, I am so sorry. I-"

"You let him on the case! Saying sorry is not going to help Shawn!" Henry yelled. Karen looked down, looking truly ashamed. Lassiter stood, confused. Without another word, but with a horrifying glare, Henry stalked out of the Santa Barbra Police Department.

There was a heavy silence in the air. For a minute, everything was still and everyone held their breaths. The clocks ticked in the silence and soon the station was busy again.

"What is wrong with Spencer?" Carlton asked his Chief. Her blue eyes gazed at the door Henry left through.

"He is really worried about Shawn." She told him, but he shook his head.

"No, what is wrong with Shawn?" He asked. He noticed how awkward it felt to call Spencer by his first name. That seemed to snap the Chief back to reality.

"Privet business, Carlton." She replied, heading back to her office. Curiosity sparked in his chest. Privet business? What would Spencer have to hide? Carlton thought to himself. It seems he had some investigating to do.

EARLIER

Shawn Spencer waltzed into the SBPD, with a pineapple smoothie and Gus following behind him. He smiled his bright, white smile at the people he passed, wishing them good morning at one in the afternoon.

"Shawn, you know you're not permitted to be on this case. We're gonna get in trouble!" Gus told him. Shawn sighed dramatically.

"Gus, don't be a s'more that falls off the stick into the fire, we'll be fine." He replied. Gus rolled his eyes. He knew that these cases hit too close to home for Shawn. Gus was trying to be careful, but Shawn insisted he was treated like everyone else when it came to it.

"Lassie!" Shawn exclaimed, seeing the salt and pepper haired man sitting at his desk. Carlton's head snapped up in surprise before taking on a very annoyed look.

"What do you want, Spencer?" He growled.

"What do I want? Well, I really want to live in a pineapple so I can have an unlimited supply of deliciousness-"

"What do you want here, Spencer?!" Lassiter ground out. Shawn grinned.

"I've come to help you solve another case, of course." He explained as if it was obvious.

"Mr. Spencer, you are no way allowed near this case!" Called the Chief. The two buddies turned to face her.

"Why not?" Shawn whined, but, with the look he got, quickly shut his mouth.

"Shawn," She said softly "you know why." Gus saw his friend give a pissed off look before making his face neutral again. His fist clenched for a fraction of a second.

"I say I can, who says I can't?" He challenged. Karen sighed, praying for a cup of coffee.

"You're father called when he heard about the rapes on the new, making it clear he did not want you anywhere near them. I agree." She explained professionally. Shawn looked pissed again.

"What does my dad know? I haven't lived with him in fifteen years." Shawn spat out.

"Mr. Spencer." She warned before walking away. Shawn turned back to Lassiter, who was staring at him.

"What do you have, Lassie?" He asked, lunging for the file. Shawn, with speed Lassiter didn't know he possessed, grabbed the file and began reading it. The fake psychic's face scrunched in concentration.

"17, 33, 12, 27. Black, brunette, blonde, black. Girl, boy, boy, girl. Hmmm." Shawn mumbled to himself, reading through the information.

"Spencer! Give that back!" Lassiter ordered, coming around the wooden desk and snatching the case file back. Shawn stood stock still, frown plastered to his face, hazel eyes wide.

"Gus. I need to leave now. Gus. Gus. Gus!" Shawn frantically mumbled. Gus, fully aware of his friend's panicking, laid a hand on his shoulder. He had forgotten. Shawn flinched violently, a look of terror on his face.

"Don't touch me!" Shawn nearly screamed, breathing picking up a notched. Gus took a step back, hands surrendered in the air.

"Shawn, let's go. Okay?" Gus said gently. Lassiter stood in shock. What was wrong with Spencer? Shawn looked at Gus, seemingly understanding what had happened, and nodded. He slowly began to walk away, Gus helping and supporting him.

NOW

"Carlton, are you going home?" Juliet asked, stopping at aforementioned detective's desk. Lassiter looked up and stared blankly at her before shaking his head.

"Uh, no, I'm staying a bit longer. You go, O'Hara, I'm almost done." He replied. She smiled.

"You sure?" She asked. Her hands snaked up to remove her blonde hair from the bun it was trapped in. When let loose, her hair came tumbling down her shoulders.

"Yeah, go ahead." He insisted. She nodded and made her way to the exit.

Lassiter sat there, reading over the files he had found of Spencer, mulling it over in his mind. He didn't, couldn't, believe it. Who knew such a thing could happen to someone so Shawn?