Hello! First crossover fic of Doctor who and Psych! Hope it goes well and now I'm just gonna wing it! Seeing as there weren't enough of these crossovers I decided to join in the writing. Enjoy, review, and comment!

"Shawn. I'm cold, I'm tired, and I'm starving! Exactly how long do you plan on staying in this stupid office?!" Gus complained as he curled up in a little ball behind the main desk of the museum building they were currently staking out.

"As long as it takes to solve this case, my compadré…" Shawn said absently as he shuffled through some files in the drawers of the desk they had been hiding behind for the past couple of hours. "Besides you were the one who decided to tag along."

"Shawn, you know perfectly well that churros always grab the super-sniffer's attention."

"So it's my fault that I just so happen to have bought a churro in order to drag you down here? You know just as well as I do that something fishy is going on here. You also know that that churro was magically delicious", he added matter-of-factly.

"That's Lucky Charms, Shawn. Besides, I don't care if the security guards are beginning to vanish every night without anyone noticing. They probably just went back home where it's warm, and safe, and they've got a soft bed with a pantry full of fresh baked cookies waiting for them." Gus said dreamily.

Shawn stopped his rummaging and paused to stare at his friend.

"What? You never know," Gus retorted. "At least, that's what I would do."

"Gus, I highly doubt security guards just leave their jobs to go home and eat the cookie monster's treasure trove."

"Of course they do!" Gus interjected. "Haven't you ever seen Mall Cop?"

Shawn ignored the pointless debate he was engaged in and stood up, stretching his back saying, "I don't know about you Gus, but I think I'm going to have a look around. We're not getting anywhere with being scrunched up against the world's skinniest lady's desk." Shawn squeezed out of the small space and began to walk towards the corridor that led to the main exhibits of the museum. "You can come too if you like." Shawn hollered back through the echoing hallway.

"Shawn! You can't just go in there, it's restricted!" Gus hollered to him as he crept out of the hidey-hole of the main desk. He rushed over to Shawn and stopped him before the entrance to the dinosaur exhibit.

"Hey, Gus, I've got a genius idea," Shawn said, voice dripping with sarcasm, as he stepped over the barrier separating the walkway.

Gus fidgeted nervously. "But Shawn-"

Shawn grabbed Gus' arm and yanked him over the barrier as well. "And remember Gus. We didn't choose the thug life. The thug life chose us."

Gus sighed and reluctantly followed the 'psychic' detective through the dinosaur exhibit.