Santa Barbara: Present Day

Shawn and Juliet strolled down the boardwalk, hand in hand.  In his other hand, a churro, in hers, the same.  They munched quietly as they watched the boats coming into the bay as the sun blazed down upon them.

“Shawn?  That case yesterday, did it seem a little, strange, to you?” Juliet asked.

Shawn bit into his churro and chewed before speaking, “Maybe a little.  Why?”

“I don’t know.  I just got that funny feeling.  Those two people that were involved, Peter and Sara Jones, seemed a bit too interested in you.  Almost as if they were studying you,” Juliet answered.

“Jules, of course they were!  They were in awe of my abilities,” Shawn bragged. 

Juliet shook her head, “Yeah, right.  Come on, let’s get back to the Psych office.  Gus is probably wondering where we are.”

They began walking, unaware that two sets of eyes watched from a bench not too far away. 

“There he is again, Palar.  With that female accompanying him.  I could tell from earlier they have an interesting relationship,” Suina said as the two walked up steps heading toward the buildings behind them.

Palar nodded, “You are right, Suina.  Yet this psychic, Shawn Spencer, seems interesting in his own right.  I used the Detector on him, and nothing came up.”

“Nothing?  That’s impossible.  Of the psychics we’ve studied, all of them have shown some form of actual psychic ability.  The Detector must be malfunctioning,” Suina said.

Palar shook his head, “No.  I double checked while we were at the police station.  It’s in perfect working order.  Yet, Mr. Spencer acted as if he were sensing different things.  Things that even those two detectives didn’t see.  No, something is different about him.  In fact, he’s becoming more and more a possibility for further investigation.”

“You mean, back to our world?” Suina whispered.

“Yes, my dear.  I think we should take a closer look at Shawn Spencer, Psychic Detective.”

The two aliens-dressed-as-humans got up and walked to the Psych office.  Before entering, they hid and changed forms from Peter and Sara Jones to two agents from the FBI.  Suina looked at her badge.

“Agent Sylvia Smith, FBI,” she read.

“Agent Patrick Wolff, FBI,” Palar read. 

The two looked at each other, then walked to the door of Psych with serious expressions.

Inside, Shawn, Juliet and Gus were playing “Where’s the pineapple?”, in which Shawn was winning, of course, due to his skills.

“Why do we keep playing this when we always lose, Gus?” Juliet asked as Shawn picked up the toy pineapple from behind the TV. 

“Apparently we like to torture ourselves, Juliet,” Gus said.

Shawn chuckled for a moment, “All right, we’ll…stop,” he said, looking out the window.

“What?” Gus asked.

“Two people just walked by.  They looked kind of suspicious,” Shawn said, carefully sneaking around his desk.

The front door opened to reveal a man and a woman in black suits, black ties and dark sunglasses.  Both stood in silence, which gave Shawn the perfect opening.

“Hi, my name is Shawn Spencer.  This is my girlfriend, Jules and my partner Millennium Falcon.”

 The two looked at each other, then produced badges.

“I’m Agent Wolff,” he said.

“Agent Smith,” she replied.

“We’re from the FBI.  Mr. Spencer, we want to talk to you about your psychic abilities.  Namely, we wish to test them,” Agent Wolff said.

Juliet, Gus and Shawn looked at each other with raised eyebrows.  All three knew this wasn’t good. 

“Test his abilities?  Um, are you sure about that?  I mean, there are a lot of other psychics out there.  Maybe you should test them, first,” Gus said.

“No, Sir.  We’ve been watching Mr. Spencer for a while, now.  He’s the most interesting hu…psychic we’ve ever seen.  Our supervisors agree that he is, indeed, very talented,” Agent Smith said.

Shawn swallowed hard, “Well, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to tell your supervisors I’m unavailable until the next century.  Looks like they’re out of luck.  Goodbye!”

He basically pushed them out and shut the door in their faces.  Suina and Palar looked at each other.

“He’s going to be a tough one, apparently.  How are we going to get him to go with us?” Suina asked.

Palar sighed, “We’ll try another disguise first.  This time, as a couple who hires Psych.  If that doesn’t work,” he pulled out a laser gun, “We take him by force.”

Suina nodded, wary of the people on the boardwalk, “Understood.  Come, we must hide.  We will return tomorrow.”

Walking around the side of the building, they vanished into thin air, unseen by the world around them. 

Inside, Shawn, Juliet and Gus were sitting around the room, letting what just transpired sink in. 

“Something seemed a little off about those two, didn’t it?” Juliet asked, breaking the silence.

“They weren’t real agents, that’s for sure,” Shawn said.

“They weren’t?” Gus asked.  He stood up and moved toward Shawn.

“No.  Their badges were fake.  I’ve seen real badges.  They have a distinct mark that makes them almost impossible to counterfeit.  Those two badges didn’t have the mark,” Shawn said, looking up at Gus.

“Why do I get this feeling I don’t want to know how you know that?” Juliet asked.

Shawn looked at his girlfriend with a smile, “You’re right, you don’t.  Come on, we have some checking to do on those two ‘agents’.”

Shawn led the way out the door with Juliet and Gus right behind.  All three climbed into the Blueberry (Juliet’s car was in the shop) and they rode off toward the SBPD.  Shawn’s mind went into overdrive as he thought about those two agents that had showed up.  Something about them seemed vaguely familiar.  Almost as if he’d met them before.

“Peter and Sara Jones?” he asked out loud.

“What about them?” Juliet asked from the back seat.

“Those two “agents”,” he used the finger quotes, “looked a little like the couple from that last case.  You know, the ones that were so interested in my “psychic” abilities.”

“Think they might be related?” Gus asked as he pulled into the station lot.

“I don’t know, Gus, but we can find out.  We’ll ask Lassie,” Shawn said as he bounded out of the car.

Gus looked at Juliet in the rearview mirror with an exchanged glance of worry, then followed the faux psychic inside.

“I suddenly get the feeling it’s going to be a long day, Juliet,” Gus said as they entered the doorway.

“I agree with you one hundred percent, Gus,” she said.