Here's the second chapter! Looks like there will be one more chapter centered around the pilot episode, then it will continue on from there. Thanks for reading! ^^

The first day working with the professionals went reasonably well in Shawn's opinion, Gus' opinion, not so much. Gus seemed to be the only one bothered by the looks that the detectives gave them, as if they were trying to figure out how exactly they were figuring stuff out.

They met the detectives at the McCallum house. Shawn and Gus had never seen such a nice place. Gus had always dreamt about living a rich lifestyle like that, but there was no way it could ever happen, him being a member of a minority group.

Shawn was different in that respect. He thought of a fancy house, riches, and a close knit family as anchors that would force him to stay in one place his whole life. He liked to think of himself as free, able to go and do whatever he pleased. That was one of the major reasons that he no longer had contact with his father. He had left home when he was seventeen. He just up and took off one night, leaving but a note telling his father goodbye. He had wanted to see the world, travel around the country, and he did.

He had missed Gus for sure, and yeah, he missed his father sometimes too, but he would never admit it, not even to himself. Anyway, after a year or so, he ended up back in Santa Barbara, only to find that his father had moved away, to the big city. San Francisco.

Gus had been furious at him for leaving, but with time, eventually forgave him, and they went back to being the best friends they'd always been, and hopefully always would.

At the mansion, they met the parents of the victim, and his sister Katarina. Gus found it slightly inappropriate that instead of questioning her, Shawn was shamelessly flirting.

He shot a glare to the back of Shawn's head, as Shawn took hold of one of Katarina's hands. Yes, Gus would admit that she was quite pretty and interesting and whatnot, but hello, when the heir for an entire estate goesmissing, and was either already dead, or would be soon, siblings automatically had a motive.

"Everything's going to be okay." Shawn said, even though his vision from before clearly showed otherwise.

"Thank you for saying that. I have the same feeling. What makes you think so?" She asked, eying him inquisitively.

I'm a psychic, he thought, but obviously he couldn't say it out loud. She would think him to be crazy.

"Just a feeling I have." He replied, shrugging it off. Then heand Gus left to go find some more information.

They found out that the Camden's dog was also missing. Also before leaving, Shawn studied the family painting for a moment. The one who was supposedly Camden was smiling, looking as if he would never face a cruel death such as murder.

He looked exactly like the body on the floor from Shawn's vision, but who was the other body?

It actually didn't take too long before they found out. Shawn and Gus were paging through an old photo album, when a photo caught Shawn's observant eye.

"That's him," He said, nudging Gus.

"Who? The killer?"

"No, the other dead person from my vision," Shawn said, lowering his voice at the mention of his vision. He looked closer at the photo. Init was Camden and three or four other people, but one of them, the one standing right next to Camden, was the one Shawn recognized.
They asked the family about him.

"That's Malcolm Orso. He used to be Camden's best friend." Mrs. McCallum told the two. Shawn raised an eyebrow,

"Used to be?"

"Yeah, they were so close, but a few months ago they just stopped. Just like that."

Huh.

It was around then that Shawn's stomach began to growl, but before he could bring it up, Gus starting having second thoughts about this whole "being detectives" thing. They ended up fighting about it, and Gus ended up walking away.

"Gus! You can't just quit on me," Shawn exclaimed, as Gus was leaving.

"Gus!" Gus didn't look back.

"Sorry Shawn, I can't condone you putting your well being, and quite possibly your life, as well as mine, on the line just to play detective."

"Fine! But I'll have you know I'm going to River's Diner, and you will miss out on their amazing pie!" Shawn threw back, and Gus' step faltered for a moment, but then he kept going.

Shawn was still pretty frustrated with Gus by the time he reached the diner. How could he just throw away this opportunity? Shawn took a deep breath as he walked inside. It smelled like pie, chicken, and cigarette smoke, and just good memories. Well, maybe the smoke wasn't all that pleasant, but the rest was great.

Shawn remembered that when he and his father actually got along, many years ago, they would eat there at least one a week. That was before his parents split up, which was also when he and his father began fighting.

Although Gus, and pretty much everyone else Shawn knew, often saw him as a rebel who just messes around all the time, he did have feelings. He just kept them hidden, that's all.

He sat down at one of the small tables in the back, and ordered a slice of berry pie.

He had barely taken two bites when he felt his vision begin to cloud up, making it very hard to see.

The diner was quite full, so he stood up, and attempted to get to the door, so he could go through the vision outside, and not draw unwanted attention toward himself.

Shawn had barely stumbled out the door and to the side of the diner to be more inconspicuous, when it started. He started shaking and twitching.
He lost his balance, and slid down into a half sitting, half falling over position. The worst part about his visions was the splitting headaches that came with them.

He pressed his hands into his skull, as if that would soften the pain. He knew by now that it never did, but it was a reflex, and he didn't bother to take his hands away.

Then his surroundings went black, and he was in the dark. It gradually lightened, but not by much. He held his eyes closed, trying to make the image clearer.

He was watching someone walk through the darkness, holding some sort of bag. It looked as if it were stuffed with rolls on money. The person dropped the bag somewhere. It was too dark for Shawn to see where though. All he could make out was the outline of a moderately large building, and that was it. The vision ended, and he could see where he actually was again.

The sudden brightness hurt Shawn's eyes, but he'd take it over a splitting headache any day.

It took him a moment to realize he had probably just witnessed some sort of ransom drop. Was it related to the McCallum kidnapping? Most likely.
Shawn picked himself off the ground, and brushed off his pants. He was a bit dizzy, but he walked it off, and re-entered the diner. He figured that since Gus technically had quit, he had no obligation to share new information with him.

Shawn made his way back to his table, but paused when he got there. Someone was in his seat. She was blonde, with blue eyes, and probably the prettiest person Shawn had ever seen, like ever.

She didn't even notice him standing there, and was fully interested in the newspaper she had opened in front of her.

Shawn cleared his throat, and she finally looked up.

"Excuse me miss, but you're in my seat," Shawn said, flashing his charming smile, and being more polite than he normally would have been.

"Am I?" She asked, looking somewhat amused.

"Actually yes, you are."

"Are you one of those people who absolutely must have the same table every time you go somewhere?"

Shawn let out a tiny laugh,

"No, I was here ten minutes ago. I went outside to…um…do something.

"See," He said pointing to his pie, which had been moved over towards the other side of the table.
She smiled up at him, and Shawn was pretty sure he'd never seen a prettier smile. Not even in a mirror.

"I'm sorry; I thought they just hadn't cleaned up yet. Do you want me to move?" She asked, folding the newspaper and placing it on the table.

"Not anymore," Shawn said, sitting down in the seat next to her.

"So, what's going on?"

"I don't have time to talk, I'm busy." She said, opening the newspaper back up.

"Doing what?" Shawn asked, realizing this might be what Gus meant when he said that Shawn sometimes can't take a hint.

She sighed, and looked over. She sounded annoyed, but didn't look it.

"I'm looking for work."

"What kind of work?" Shawn pried. She looked at Shawn again.

"Why do you care? I don't even know you."

"But you could." Shawn was relentless sometimes; Gus had mentioned it before, quite a few times. Shawn wasn't sure if it was a bad thing or not.
She said nothing. Silent treatment then?

"Could I at least get a name?"Shawn asked. She looked up, seemingly contemplating it.

"Juliet."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Juliet." Shawn said, smiling slightly. He was about to say something else, but Juliet cut him off.

"Look, diner guy—"

"Shawn."

"Shawn, it was nice to talk to you, but I have to go talk to someone."

"About a job?" He asked, actually interested in what someone else had to say, for once.

Juliet gave him a small smile.

"Maybe…" She said, trailing off. Then she walked away.

Shawn sighed, watching her go. He felt stupid hoping he'd see her again, because he probably wouldn't. It wasn't like him to get hung up over one girl anyway. But there was something about her. Something he never felt about people he just met. It utterly baffled him.