A/N Hello everyone; now I know it's been about a year since you have received an update and that is partly because of my laziness, my busy schedule and overall my year from hell (I wont bore you with the details) but I want to thank everyone who has read this story, reviewed this story and supported it throughout my absence. I'm back now with a clearer perspective and plan to see this story through to the end (along with all my other stories). Thank you all so much, and I truly hope that you enjoy!

Disclaimer: If Shawn were mine, I'd never let him go he'd have no time to solve crimes…..you saw him on Psych the other day right? …..

Chapter 6: Mr. Smooth Pine'apple's Seal of Approval

The ride to Gold's apartment had been uneventful aside from a small argument Gus and Shawn started, that quickly got heated.

"I'm telling you Shawn" Gus said closing the door of the Blueberry gently. "The triple infused Pineapple smoothie is the exact same thing as the double infused one. They just repackaged it, and increased the price."

"Aww Gus Don't be a gullible Goose" Shawn retorted, carelessly slamming the passenger door. "If it's double infused not triple, why is there an expert giving it a seal of approval on the cup?"

"Shawn, that's not an expert. That's a cartoon pineapple giving a thumbs up" Gus replied.

"A cartoon pineapple withsunglasses!" Shawn emphasized as they approached the door, and knocked loudly, "are you calling Mr. Smooth Pine'apple a liar?" Gus's answer was silenced by the door slowly opening, revealing a short, neat man with thick glasses adorned on his face.

"Can I help you?" he asked, peering at them oddly.

"Yes" Shawn answered swiftly, "I'm Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner Lester Lumbucktoo Lioli Jones. Could you please tell him, that the triple infused Pineapple smoothie from the Smoothie Shack is NOT the same as there double infused smoothie!"

"What he's trying to say is that we're looking for a Mr. Stanley Gold." Gus interjected quickly, giving Shawn a glare.

"Well you found him" the man replied.

"The same who wrote the column "Gold's Goldmine"? Gus asked, getting a nod of affirmation from Mr. Gold.

"By the way, what was with that title?" Shawn asked curiously "I mean subtlety really isn't your thing is it? Why didn't you name it Stanley's secret treasures? Or Gold's Great Gems?"

"I'm sorry, what is it that you wanted?" Mr. Gold asked, his eyes narrowing in irritation.

"Mr. Gold we are investigating the jewel thefts of two high profile men's private collections, for the SBPD-" Gus began in explanation.

"Ah, yes I heard about those robberies, dreadful things if you ask me; and such beautiful collections too." Mr. Gold interrupted shaking his head regretfully, all at once he looked up, with his eyes widening comically behind his spectacles; "why you don't think that I had anything to do with these robberies do you?"

"Of course not Mr. Gold" Gus reassured quickly.

"But as you probably know from your journalistic endeavors, your stupidly titled ones" Shawn added "that I am a psychic, and the spirits have led me-" he paused dramatically lifting his head up to meet Mr. Gold's eyes "right here".

"Spirits?" Mr. Gold questioned skeptically "the papers said it was just a string of robberies; not homicide, what spirit could possibly be talking to you?"

"Well Mr. Gold-" Shawn began thinking quickly before turning his head to look at Gus; "you know, he's right; there's no murder, not even a maiming, no real victim."

"Shawn!" Gus loudly warned shaking his head threateningly jarring Shawn out of his digression.

"What can I say, the spirit world is…inconsistent; I can hear the voices of hundreds of carats of gold, and diamonds yelling to me, telling me to talk to you." Shawn recovered, "now may we please come in so I can silence their blood curdling shrieks?"

A sharp rapping on the door of the Psych office broke Shawn out of his reverie, making him jump up quickly. The afternoon Santa Barbra sun was stubbornly filtering in through the tightly closed blinds, illuminating in stark detail the mass array of papers that were littering the floor. Groggily Shawn walked towards the door, and made a move to turn the handle.

"Jules I told you, "I'm fine. There's no reason to check up on-" the last word died as he opened the door, revealing not Juliet as Shawn had figured, but the last person on the face of the Earth that he currently wanted to see. "What do you want Dad?"

Henry Spencer stood on the opposite side of the door, hand raised with the prior intent to knock again. He opened his mouth to answer Shawn's question but quickly closed it as he assessed his son, taking in the bloodshot eyes, and disheveled appearance.

"You look like crap kid" Henry said curtly.

"Really dad, you come all the way to the Psych office, harass Gus late last night, all to tell me I look a little untidy?" Shawn snorts in derision, "well I'm sorry that my appearance has disappointed you even more." He held the door knob tightly, clenching it in his fist, "now if that's all you came here for, you can leave." He made a motion to shut the door.

"Shawn no" Henry interjected sticking his foot out to stop the door from closing. "For god's sake Shawn stop being so sensitive, you're acting like I mortally offended you, when all I did was say everything I've been saying for the past thirty years. It was nothing new, so don't act like what I said was such a surprise."

"You don't get it" Shawn said slowly shaking his head, "you don't see how yesterday's fight might have been different from any other fight?"

"The only thing that was different" Henry replied, rubbing his head "was that you became more of a crybaby than usual." He looked at Shawn sharply, "you just got fired Shawn, maybe you should be devoted your time to nailing the guy, and bringing a little respect back to this –"he struggled for a second, trying to find a word to describe Psych "business. Instead your spending your time crying about things that I said, that you and I both know are truths." Shawn's eyes narrowed, as he stared at his father in shock, and anger. Sharp hurt laced his eyes, striking Henry, triggering a lingering feeling of regret in his heart; had he gone too far? "Kid-" he began but could only get the beginning of his sentence out before being harshly interrupted by Shawn.

"Get out" Shawn said, his voice low but dripping with malice. Henry made a motion to open his mouth, "GET OUT!" he repeated, this time his voice elevated to a sharp yell. Henry's eyes widened and his foot moved unconsciously from the door, giving Shawn enough room to slam the door closed. He locked, and bolted the door before walking further in the office. "God damnit!" He shouted kicking his desk violently, before sliding down, crumpling to the floor, "I'll close this case" he vowed to himself, his low voice echoing throughout the empty office, "I have to".

A/N: I hope you enjoyed chapter 6! Thoughts? Comments? Send me a review! I love you guys