Inside, Shawn was already at Lassie’s desk.  However, Lassie was nowhere to be seen.  Juliet wondered briefly where her partner was, then remembered his location.

“Shawn, he’s not here.  I just remembered he’s with Marlowe all day,” she said.

Shawn turned to Juliet with a smile, “He’s actually not with Marlowe.  He should be walking in the door in five, four, three,” Shawn pointed to the main doors, where Lassie suddenly appeared.  With him, an unknown man.

“He must’ve arrested someone while he was out to Mario’s,” Shawn said.

“How do you know he was at Mario’s?” Juliet asked.

“The tomato based stain on his shirt, plus I’ve seen that guy working at Mario’s.  In fact, he’s a waiter,” Shawn said.

Lassiter froze when he saw Shawn standing by his desk.  He looked over and found Buzz sitting down, looking over files.

“McNab!  Take this guy to the holding cells for processing,” Lassiter ordered.

“Yes, Sir!” Buzz complied.

Buzz took the man from Lassiter and headed down to the holding cells quickly.  Lassie took a deep breath and headed toward his desk.

“Spencer, what are you doing here?” he asked angrily.

“What the waiter do, Lassie?” Shawn asked, raising a finger to his temple, “I’m sensing he’s wanted for questioning in the robbery last week.”

Even Gus and Juliet gave him funny looks as Lassiter answered, “Yes.”

“Where’s Marlowe?” Juliet asked, preventing Shawn from saying anything else.

“She’s waiting in the car.  She didn’t need to come in, because I’m just writing down my report really quickly and then we’re leaving.  So, whatever you’re doing here, Spencer, I’m not involved.”

“But Lassie, we have a case for you!” Shawn said.

“No,” Lassie said shortly.

“It involves the FBI,” Shawn said in a sing-song voice.

Lassiter looked up, then right back down, “No.”

“Shawn, he’s not going to work on this with us.  Let’s just go back to the Psych office and look up the files ourselves,” Gus said.

“You can’t get into FBI files without clearance,” Lassie said, not looking up from the paperwork.

The three looked at each other and nodded, “All right, Lassie, we’ll leave you be.  Let’s just hope that those two fake agents don’t come back and try to kidnap me,” Shawn said.

At the word ‘fake’, Lassiter looked up, “Wait, fake agents?  How do you know they were fake?”

“I sensed they were, Lassie.  Get with the program,” Shawn replied.

“Why did two supposedly fake agents visit you?” Lassiter asked.

“They wanted to test Shawn’s abilities,” Juliet chimed in.

Lassiter raised an eyebrow, “You’re kidding me.”

“I was there.  It’s exactly what they said,” she said.

With this, Lassiter stood up, “Stay here.  I’ll be right back.”

Walking out the door, the Head Detective disappeared from view.  While he was gone, Shawn, Gus and Juliet began to speak.

“How’d you really know that the waiter was wanted for questioning?” Juliet asked.

Shawn grabbed the file off Lassie’s desk and opened it, “Right there.  Jameson Rodriguez, wanted for questioning in the armed robbery of New Fields Bank.”

Juliet grabbed the file, “You never cease to amaze me, Shawn.  He only had that open for a second, if that!”

“That’s how good my memory really is, Juliet.  Remind me to tell you more this weekend,” Shawn said.

“He’s coming back,” Gus announced.

Juliet dropped the file on his desk before Lassie saw it.  Right behind the Irish detective was his wife, Marlowe.

“Honey Bear, are you sure you have to work?” she asked, a little too loudly for Lassie’s comfort.

“I just have to see what Spencer is getting himself into, Baby.  Then we can be alone for three whole days.  Okay?”

Marlowe snuggled against Carlton, “Okay, but don’t be gone too long.”

He took out his Fusion keys and his wallet.  Producing a credit card, he handed the keys and the card to Marlowe, “Here, go get yourself something nice.  I’ll drive the Crown Vic.”

She looked at the keys and the card, then smiled up at Lassiter, “Okay, Baby.  I’ll see you at home later!”

With that, Marlowe walked off, a happy little bounce in her step.  Lassiter turned to Shawn with a dangerous expression.

“Lassie, you’ve really gone soft, haven’t you?” Shawn asked with a smile.

Before he knew what was happening, Lassiter grabbed the front of Shawn’s shirt and dragged the faux psychic into the closest conference room.  Gus and Juliet followed quickly.

Shawn was unceremoniously thrown into the room, jamming his leg into the table.

“Ow!  Okay, I get it!  You’re mad!  Yeesh!” Shawn cried.

“I am supposed to be spending the day with my beautiful wife, yet you walk in here and get me worked up,” Lassie growled.

“Technically, you were already here with that waiter in handcuffs.  I didn’t interrupt your date, you did,” Shawn said, keeping his distance from Lassie.

Juliet stepped in between the two men, “Carlton, we may need help on this.  Shawn, sensed, that these two agents may have something to do with the couple from the case yesterday,” she said, giving a sideways glance to Shawn.

“Peter and Sara Jones,” Gus added.

“Yes,” Shawn said, raising his finger to his temple, “I am sensing that they are related.”

“Related how?” Lassiter asked.

“They looked a lot like them.  Maybe family related,” Juliet said.

Lassiter nodded, seemingly calmed down somewhat, “Those two whack jobs were watching you like a hawk yesterday, Spencer.  Maybe they were the ones posing as agents.”

“That does make sense.  Yesterday, they were asking you all types of questions about your abilities.  Today, they come back in disguise and ask you to come with them to be tested.” Gus said.

“Well, then, let’s find out everything we can on Agent Patrick Wolff and Agent Sylvia Smith, a.k.a. Peter and Sara Jones,” Shawn said.

The team set to work, trying to get in touch with the FBI (Lassie knew an agent he could call).  While they waited, Juliet pulled Shawn to the side with a concerned look on her face.

“Shawn,” she whispered, “real or fake, there are two people that are *too* interested in your “psychic” abilities.  What if they expose you?”

“Jules, don’t worry.  They won’t because I’m too good at what I do.  I mean, if Head Detective Carlton Lassiter hasn’t picked up on it yet, than these people won’t figure anything out.”

“Shawn, Carlton has never believed you were psychic,” Juliet said.

“Yes, but he’s never proven I wasn’t.  Potato, Tomato,” Shawn said.

“Potato, Shawn,” Juliet said.

“I’ve heard it both ways,” Shawn replied.