Here's the first chapter of my new multi-chapter AU Psych fanfiction. Hopefully it's not all that bad, because I really like the idea for it. Anyway, if you like it, please review. ^^ Also, the first chapter and probably the second aswell, will be mostly based around the pilot episode, but then after it won't really be based off specific episodes.

"So, how are you learning of confidential evidence in all those murder cases Mr. Spencer?" The blonde detective asked, clearly not in the mood to deal with someone who was so obviously not a professional investigator.

It was surprising, really, how she was even an investigator herself, being a woman in the early 1900's in Santa Barbara. Shawn Spencer frowned. He was sitting across from two detectives at a table in the law enforcement station that was about a ten minute walk from where he lived. He had come down to the station to give some tips on one of their murder cases. Unlucky for him though, they had started getting suspicious with all the help he'd been giving them lately. He had hoped it wouldn't have had come to this. All he had been trying to do was help catch some criminals, although, it was actually pretty entertaining to be constantly showing up the professionals.

The other detective, a dark haired man looked even less enthused than the woman. He also looked like he'd been sucking on something sour. Shawn looked between the two.

"Can't you just accept my helpful assistance without questioning my non-existent ulterior motives?" He asked, in a falsely sweet tone. He was hopeful though, because if they found out the truth, he'd probably end up somewhere quite unpleasant, and quite unnecessary.

"I wouldn't exactly call it 'helpful.'" The man said, leaning forward slightly.

"The only explanation I can think of is that you, Mr. Spencer are the serial murderer we've been looking for this whole time." When the man mentioned this, the woman coughed, looking at him with a sideways glance, her eyes wide. They seemed to have a silent argument between themselves, as Shawn sat there, only mildly paying attention. Why couldn't they just be grateful for the fact that even though they couldn't do their job, someone else was there to help? He wasn't even asking for credit or recognition, in fact, he really didn't want either.

The man detective cleared his throat,

"Well, either you're the killer or-" He cut off, looking warily at his partner again. She sent him a small glare, and he turned back to Shawn.

"Either that or you're…psychic." He didn't seem too sold on the idea. Shawn frowned again, but was careful not to panic.

"It just seems that if you're not the killer, the only other option would be psychic." The woman added, glancing nervously over at the man. Shawn almost laughed. What kind of detective actually belives in psychics, he wondered. Apparently the woman did, although it seemed the man was much more skeptic, seeing as how he was reluctent to even mention it.

"Well, I can assure you, detectives that I am no killer, and I'm definitely no psychic." Both of them sent Shawn glares, as he was being particularly uncooperative, at least in their perspectives.

"Well then, you tell us, Mr. Spencer, how are you finding these things out?" The blonde asked, her tone frustrated. Shawn shrugged a bit,

"Guess I'm just…observant?" His tone was becoming something that sounded as if he were mocking them, it was a challenge. He was challenging them to find proof.

The two detectives were angry, but they had no concrete evidence or proof or anything, and they ended up having to release Spencer. He was able to walk right out of the building, and as he left, he noticed that the dark haired detective leaned over and kissed the blonde when they thought no one was looking. At that Shawn smirked, as that was likely not very proper for two people who work together to also be together. It felt somewhat relieving to have something that he could use as blackmail if need be.

He smiled at his victory back there, but he was thankful that his secret was still just that. A secret. Only himself, and his best friend, Burton Guster, -or Gus as he was often called-would ever know the truth. He'd never even told his father, with whom he'd lived for the entirety of his childhood after his parents had split. That had been a pretty scandalous thing when it had happened, but it had long since been forgotten.

It might have made growing up a bit easier if he had told his father, but he had his reasons. First of all, his father wasn't exactly…the most accepting. Or supportive for that matter, Shawn hadn't even seen him for a few years now. Second of all, his dad was religious, only a tiny bit religious mind you, but religious all the same, and Shawn found that religious people often had issues with his…certain quality.

Shawn arrived home fairly quickly. He was in a good mood now that that whole ordeal was out of the way, and he and Gus later went out to a tavern for a few drinks. He told Gus of that day's happenings. It mostly consisted of Gus warning Shawn to be more careful. Shawn just ignored him for the most part. Yeah, it would be unfortunate if he got put in some nut house,-asylum Gus had called it, Shawn wasn't really one for fancy terms-but from what Shawn could tell, the detectives around there were all way too incompetent to find proof. Besides, with his ability, there wasn't much, or any proof to be found really. It would only ever be speculation.

Shawn was on his second drink when his vision went cloudy. He was used to it happening by now, so he didn't panic, although he did grimace. He wasn't exactly a fan of this whole process. His body started to twitch quite a lot, and Gus seemed awfully concerned for someone who had seen it happen many times before. The bartender asked if everything was alright. Gus said yes to avoid unwanted attention.

Images flashed in front of Shawn's eyes, a body, no, two bodies, a dog, a very nice mansion, a large painting of a smiling family-including the dog from a few images ago-whose faces seemed slightly familiar. Even though the images were gone in an instant, at that moment, they had seemed so real, so tangible. They seemed as if they were right in front of Shawn's face. He shook his head, and was back to reality. Gus stared at him, worry etched on his face.

"Gus, you really should be used to this by now," Shawn said with a raise of his eyebrows as he straightened himself in his seat and looked around. Thankfully no one was staring at him like he was crazy, which was what often happened when he had an episode in public.

"What did you see?" Gus asked, his eyebrows scrunched up with curiosity.

"I'm not all too sure, but there were bodies. Two of them. And a fair amount of blood." Gus took it all in, looking fairly ill. He was definitely not keen on the thought of blood, especially large quantities of blood. On dead people, which he also wasn't a big fan of.

The next day, word went out that Camden McCallum was missing, and had been for around a month. Kidnapping was suspected. It all made sense, well most of it…some of it? Well, the mansion bit and the painting of the McCallum family bit made sense. The McCallums were one of the richest families around, and Camden was the sole heir to the family's fortune.

That's motive enough for murder, thought Shawn, who kind of figured it was murder from the blood splatter, and the body…bodies, wait bodies? Huh, double murder then. No. You can't get involved, he told himself, but then he wondered when Gus had taken over his mind.

Turns out that the head of the law enforcement department near Shawn's living space came by a few days later, and to Shawn's shock, asked him to help them out with solving this kidnapping, since he was seemingly the only person who had had any luck solving anything in the past few months. She called it 'unlucky,' but Shawn thought incompetent detectives such as blondie and lemon face were the cause.

He brushed away the Gus-ish thoughts that were telling him that it would be dangerous to work for them, and accepted, even though he admitted that it was probably a bad idea. Shawn had never really been a good rule-follower, nor had he ever been too concerned with safety. He supposed that was why it was probably a good thing Gus was a stickler for rules, and could sometimes be a compulsive worrier since Gus was the one who always ended up helping him out of trouble.

The chief, who was also surprisingly a female, mentioned that he would be working alongside the dark haired, grumpy detective, whose name turned out to be Carlton Lassiter. She also mentioned that Lassiter was pretty much her best detective in the whole enforcement. Shawn barely managed to suppress a snort. If Lassiter was the best out there, then Shawn was intrigued as to how bad the worst could possibly be. He was tempted to tell the chief about Lassiter's 'special relations' with his partner, just to get back at him for being less than understanding about Shawn's wanting to help out, but then he figured that being hired by Lassiter's boss to do Lassiter's job would be payback enough, for now.

The chief left, and Shawn went to see Gus, who was at his job at a factory, which made…something, Shawn wasn't really sure, maybe some sort of medical thing? Gus barely looked up when Shawn came up to him.

"Gus, you're going to want to hear this." Gus merely raised his eyes as he worked, he'd gotten used to Shawn's interruptive tendencies a long time ago. Shawn took the silence as a sign to keep talking.

"I got us the only job we will ever need. We even get paid!" Shawn exclaimed, starting to bounce on his toes, clearly excited. Gus sighed,

"Shawn, I have a job. I already get paid."

"Yeah, well we'll get paid more, and it's going to be fun." Shawn replied, shooting Gus his 'just go with it' face. Gus finally turned to face Shawn.

"Alright, fine. What is it?"

"We're going to be crime solving consultants."

After a long argument about how stupid and dangerous it was going to be, Shawn finally convinced Gus that it would be a worth-while adventure. That's how it usually went. Shawn would get an idea, get worked up about it, and eventually Gus would give in, and then they would set off on whatever crazy experiment or project Shawn had set up for them.