Shawn sighed as he sat in his chair at the Psych office.  He was bored!  No cases had been called in for a week or so, Gus was on a retreat with Rachael and Max, Jules was on a stakeout with Lassie and even Henry was doing some other things.

True, he could be on the stakeout, but after pulling a huge prank on Lassie (which may have involved a fake baseball, Lassie’s Fusion and a prank call about kids playing baseball near said car) Lassiter had warned that if he saw Shawn or even heard his voice, he would shoot him; repeatedly.

So Shawn sat, bored and wondering what he should do.  He started playing Candy Crush on his iPhone to pass the time.

Not ten minutes later, his game was interrupted by a blocked call.  Shawn wondered if he should answer it, considering Gina Raypeck had been calling every so often, claiming he said he’d take her out again; which of course he denied vehemently. 

Steeling himself for another round of “Avoid the Crazy Woman”, Shawn answered the phone with a quiet hello.

“Victor Lighthouse?” asked a gravely voice.

Shawn blinked, “I’m sorry, who?”

“Is this Victor Lighthouse?” the voice asked again.

Shawn looked at his iPhone with shock.  No, they couldn’t be calling him again.  He told them he was done.  He’d quit.

“I’m sorry, but Victor Lighthouse died last year,” Shawn said.

“Well, you’d better dig him up, because he’s needed once again,” the voice answered seriously.

This wasn’t happening.  “Listen, he died.  Let him rest in peace.”

“I’m sorry,” the voice said, “but that won’t be an option.  Walk out to your Norton.  You’ll see why.”

There was a click and silence as Shawn looked out the window.  ‘My Norton?’ he thought as he got up and did what the voice said.

Outside, attached to his Norton, was a note.  Shawn looked around, trying to *see* anything out of the ordinary.  People were walking up and down the boardwalk in shorts and tanks or tees.  It was, possibly, the hottest day of the year.

Opening the note, Shawn read silently.  His eyes widened as he dropped the note, raced inside to grab his helmet, then jumped on his bike and sped off; note in hand.

Shawn,

I realize you said you were done, that you had quit when everything was over last year.  Problem is, you never really left the Agency.  I’m sorry to have to call you in, but there’s been a blip on the radar.  Someone from your past has re-entered the country and has his sights set on you.  Jacques Pierre; the most dangerous terrorist you ever encountered. 

I’m sorry, Shawn, but you are being called back.  It’s an order from the head of the CIA. 

Seamus Peters, CIA Intelligence.

Shawn raced through the streets on his bike, weaving in and out of traffic.  He was heading straight to the SBPD. 

‘Just what I need.  A call back,’ he thought as he turned into the parking lot.  The police station loomed in front of him.  He hoped that Lassie and Jules were inside and not still on stakeout.

He rushed inside, seeing Buzz standing by the information desk.

“Buzz!  Are Lassie and Jules here?” he asked frantically.

“Well, they walked in a few minutes ago.  I wouldn’t get near Lassiter, though.  He said something about you, a gun and being shot multiple times.  He’s still not over the prank,” Buzz replied.

“Where are they, Buzz?” Shawn asked.

Buzz looked a little surprised that Shawn didn’t comment on the prank that was now the talk of the station.  He merely pointed toward the Chief’s office.

“Thanks!” Shawn called as he ran toward Karen’s office. 

Normally, he would’ve waltzed in, acting like he’d been drawn there by the spirit world.  Even though Juliet knew now about his hyper-observant gift, he still put on the show for Lassie and the Chief. 

Now, however, he burst in with the note in his hand.  “Chief!  Lassie!  Jules!” he cried.

“Mr. Spencer!  How many times have I told you to knock?” Karen asked loudly.

“Spencer!  You owe me money for my car!” Lassie said with anger.

“I’m not here for any of that.  Here, Chief, read this,” Shawn said, handing the note over to Karen.

Ever since the gang had found out what Shawn had been doing for the few years before he returned to Santa Barbara, they had never spoken about it.  Especially since last time, when they went through a whole period of thinking Shawn was dead. 

The Chief’s eyes widened as she read the note.  She looked up at Shawn with a questioning glance.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asked.

“Let me see that,” Lassiter asked as he took the note.  He read it over, then looked at Shawn.

“You’re being called back?” he asked in surprise.

“Yeah, even though I said no more missions.  The strange thing is, that note isn’t in code.  It’s straight forward.  Seamus would never do that,” Shawn said, taking the note from Lassie’s hand.

Juliet had a fearful look in her eye, “Shawn, why would they call you back?”

Shawn sighed and handed her the note.  While she read, he began to tell them the story.

“Just before I became an agent, I had just settled down in D.C. and was looking for a job.  I found one at this French restaurant owned by Jacques Pierre as a cook,” Shawn began.

“You were a cook in a French restaurant?  And you claim you can’t cook at home?” Juliet asked.

“That’s beside the point.  It turned out, Jacques was an international arms dealer, selling weapons to our enemies for loads of money.  The restaurant turned out to be a front for his operations and I was smack dab in the middle.  One day, just before the restaurant opened, agents came bursting in and arrested everyone in site, including me.  They threw us all in separate interrogation rooms and went through our testimony with a fine tooth comb.  While they were questioning me and two other cooks, Jacques escaped.  Turned out, he was a master of disguise.  He’d snuck out unnoticed,” Shawn explained.

“How does that figure with you getting into the CIA?” Lassiter asked.

“Well, I informed them that I could find Jacques due to my abilities.  Due to my background and the fact my dad was a cop, they let me take the CIA test.  I passed and presto!  Agent Spencer, CIA Clandestine,” Shawn answered.

“You obviously never found him,” Lassiter said with a smirk.

“Well, more important things came up, Lassiefrass.  Like September 11th, 2001?  All agents were reassigned to find the members of Al Qaeda.  Jacques was a freakish footnote compared to those guys,” Shawn said.

Juliet looked at Shawn with a frown on her face, “Shawn, do you have to go undercover?”

“No, not this time,” came a familiar voice.  They all turned to see Seamus Peters standing there, a scruffy beard on his features.

“Collins?  What are you doing here?” Shawn asked.

Seamus/Collins smiled, “Covering your butt as usual, Spence.  I’m kind of surprised you showed them the note.  I figured this would be a two man operation.  No civilians,” he said.

“They aren’t civilians.  They are cops, and some of the best out there!” Shawn insisted.

Collins tsked, “Fine.  But they can’t know everything.  They don’t have clearance.”

“Understood.  Sorry, Lassie, Jules, but I won’t be able to share everything with you,” Shawn apologized.

“Like you’ve ever shared everything before,” Karen stated.

“Ouch!” Shawn said, holding his hand over his heart.

“Spence, let’s head back to the Psych office.  Maybe you could get a *feeling* about where Jacques may be.  We can also talk about some other things,” Collins said.

Shawn nodded, “Right.  Chief, I’ll keep everyone as informed as I can.  Keep your beepers on!”

With that, Shawn left with Agent Collins out the doors.