Hello everyone! This particular story was inspired by the show "Nurse Jackie" which I highly recommend.

Important: This story contains strong language. It also contains drug abuse by a main character. I've done research on drug abuse, the recovery process, and some of the medical ramifications that can be caused by drug abuse.

I thought it should be rated as T but I will change the rating if it's believed I should.

Thank you to my amazing beta orchids117! I hope you all enjoy the story.

"Male, 34, overdose on oxycodone, father called it in," the EMT listed as she wheeled in the gurney into the room.

"Check his pupils," a doctor ordered while he walked into the room and put on a pair of gloves.

The nurse gently opened the man's eyelids. "Constricted."

"Let's transfer. On my count; one, two, three." The doctor, nurse, and EMT lifted the man from the gurney and placed him onto the hospital bed. "Do we have a name?"

"Shawn Spencer," the EMT responded after looking at a clipboard.

"The psychic?" The doctor looked up momentarily. "Are the police aware that he's here?"

"Not sure. Not my job." The EMT grabbed her gurney and left the room.

"Oxygen is going down. He's not breathing," the nurse read off the vital signs. "We need to ventilate."

"Stay with me, Mister Spencer." The doctor stood behind his head and began the ventilation process. Within minutes, his oxygen was up and was declared stable. "Start him on an IV of naloxone." The doctor took off her gloves, and threw them away. She left the room, and proceeded down the hall to the waiting room. "Shawn Spencer?" she asked.

An older man stood up from a chair and two other figures joined him. They were policemen, the doctor could tell from their formal attire.

"I'm his father. Is Shawn all right?" the older man spoke.

"Your son is very foolish…" the doctor began.

Santa Barbara: One Week Earlier

"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" Gus asked nervously as they walked into the station for the first time in weeks. Since Juliet's stern phone call asking for space a couple of days after Carlton's wedding, Shawn and Gus had both stayed away from the department and any of its cases.

Shawn sighed. "The Chief called us, so I'm going to guess that Jules is aware." They paused by the visitor's desk, and Shawn checked the bullpen looking for his…whatever you could call Juliet at the moment.

He didn't see her or Carlton Lassiter at either of their desks; they must have been in Karen Vicks office already.

"Mister Spencer, come in." Karen motioned for them to enter her office. They followed her in, and as Shawn predicted, Juliet and Carlton were waiting. The blinds of the windows were all closed.

"What's with all the secrecy?" Shawn stopped before he reached the chairs in front of the desk, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

Karen crossed the room and sat in her chair before she looked at each of them. "One of our undercover agents has gone missing." She folded her hands.

"Who?" Carlton asked.

"Conner from the drug unit." Karen looked directly to Carlton. "You were close with him, weren't you?"

Carlton nodded. "We were in the academy together. Son of a bitch." He ran a hand over his face.

"When did he go missing?" Juliet folded her arms.

"Presumably within the last twenty-four hours. He missed check-in this morning," Karen explained as she handed each of them a file. "I don't need to tell you that this is critical and needs to be handled with extreme care." She eyed Shawn.

"Of course, Chief." Gus nodded. Shawn opened the file and immediately noticed that something was off. Not the investigation, but the detective. He had been in the drug force for several years and had never missed a chance to use up his vacation days. That wasn't suspicious in itself. According to the file, Detective Conner was married and had two girls.

"Does Conner have a history of drug abuse?" Shawn questioned, and looked up from a picture of the family.

"Are you kidding me?" Carlton turned to Shawn, "He's one of the best damn cops on the force and you think he has a drug problem? Ridiculous. What's next? You want to accuse me of murder?"

"Jeez, calm down Lassie. It's just a question." Shawn took a step back from the red-faced detective.

Juliet spared him a quick glance. "It's unwarranted, Shawn."

"He's a good cop-" Carlton started.

"I don't doubt it." Shawn held out a hand. "But if he had a history of drug abuse, or even just started, being around them would cause him to go under. His disappearance could just be a bender."

"Did you have any visions?" Karen gripped her pen while Juliet rolled her eyes at the question.

Shawn shook his head. "Call it a hunch."

"I'm not asking his wife if her husband is an addict and neither are you. Drop it and find another angle, Mister Spencer. Am I clear?" Karen stared him directly in the eyes.

"Crystal." Shawn nodded with a sigh.

"Dismissed, all of you." Karen waved them out.

"Jack-ass," Carlton hissed while he passed Shawn in the hallway.

Shawn reached out and grabbed Juliet's hand as she followed her partner. "I was on to something, Jules."

"Why? Did you get vibes?" Juliet yanked her hand out of his.

"How much longer are you going to be pissed?" Shawn stepped closer and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"You lied to me for seven years. You're lucky I haven't turned your ass in, and you want to know when I'll stop being mad?" Juliet shook her head and spun around to walk to her desk.

"Why haven't you turned me in?" Shawn asked as he followed her.

Juliet picked up a pile of papers off her desk and dropped them onto the floor near her chair. "Go do your job, Spencer," she snapped at him.

"I'm onto something." Shawn leaned in and put two hands on her desk. "I know it. I just do."

"Then go before I have you escorted out," Juliet said without bothering to look at him even though his head was less then a foot away from hers.

"Juliet, I love you. I know you're pissed but you need to know that I love you. And I know you still love me, or you would have turned me in." When he was finished speaking, Shawn removed his hands from the desk and met a nervous looking Gus by the front doors.

"You really think this guy has a drug problem?" Gus opened the glass door to the station and they entered the humid atmosphere that had taken over Santa Barbara within the last few weeks.

"I'm positive, Gus." Shawn nodded. "I would bet all the pineapple in the world on this fact."

Gus stopped and looked at him. "You're that sure?"

"Absolutely." Shawn stopped as he reached the Blueberry, and turned to face Gus.

"Would you bet your entire future with Juliet on it? Because you are, after all, accusing a cop—in the drug unit, no less—of being a drug user." Gus folded his arms.

Shawn squinted his eyes. "At this point my future with Juliet seems minimal. But yes, Gus, I would."

Gus shook his head, and moved his feet to get into the car so they could begin work on the case.

~~PSYCH~~

"See, I told you!" Shawn smiled and pointed as the supposed missing Detective Conner entered the door of a warehouse. "That is a drug den and that is a drug user. You owe me pineapple." Shawn handed Gus his pair of binoculars.

"And just how do you want to report this to Lassiter and Vick?" Gus sighed, and put down the binoculars. "They told you to abandon the drug lead."

"Which turned out to be correct." Shawn looked back at the warehouse.

"That's not the point, Shawn. Vick will kill you if she finds out you were here. And Lassiter will arrest you if you even suggest Conner is a user. Besides, he's in the drug unit. He could be investigating," Gus pointed out.

"Maybe we should call your dad." Gus suggested.

Shawn shook his head. "We're not really talking right now. He's kind of mad at the whole Jules finding out I'm not psychic thing. He's still worried she's going to turn us in."

"Well, we have to do something." Gus looked at Shawn.

Shawn stayed silent for a moment before unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. "I'll be back. Don't follow."

"Shawn! Shawn!" Gus hissed as Shawn crossed the street. From the car, Gus watched as Shawn talked to the man guarding the door, and then went inside. "Dammit Shawn." Gus pulled out his phone and sent a text to Juliet, like he should have done in the first place.

Shawn went inside a drug den looking for Conner

Juliet didn't take long to reply.

What the hell? Address?

Gus sent her the address and waited for her next reply. It didn't come. After ten minutes the door to the warehouse opened and Shawn crossed the street. He got into the car quickly and looked back at the door leading into the drug den.

"What the hell happened?" Gus angrily asked.

"I found Conner. He is high. Worse than I thought. Heroin." Shawn shook his head. "I got pictures and everything." Shawn pulled out his phone and showed Gus the pictures he had taken of Conner inside the warehouse. In several of them, Conner was injecting the drug into his arm. Shawn had even got some pictures of Conner purchasing the heroin.

Within seconds they could hear sirens.

"I texted Juliet," Gus answered at Shawn's questioning look.

"Why the heck would you do that?" Shawn looked around frantically as several police cars entered the area. The police exited their vehicles and made their way over to the warehouse.

"Spencer, Guster, stay in the car!" Carlton shouted at them as he and Juliet ran by their car and led the troops into the warehouse.

"You went inside a drug den, I did nothing wrong." Gus watched as the police stormed inside. Shawn shifted in his seat and gripped his thigh. What a mess he'd created.

~~Psych~~

"Despite my warnings of not looking into this lead, you both deliberately disobeyed a direct order." Karen leaned across her desk to eye them both carefully.

"To be fair Chief, we're not exactly employees of the station and you never explicitly said not to go to a random drug den and—!" Shawn started.

Karen pointed to the door. "Out of my office!"

Shawn and Gus both bolted out of their seats and left the office without another glance to the fuming woman inside. "Way to go, Spencer," Carlton groaned as Shawn walked by his desk, which was covered in paperwork.

"Hey, I found the guy." Shawn continued his journey over to Juliet, and stopped in front of her desk. "Did you want to talk?"

"Not in the mood, Shawn," she growled, and motioned to the paperwork that ladled her desk as well. "Because of you, we have fill out everything and file it."

"You also caught several dealers and a supplier. Plus the guy who was missing," Shawn pointed out.

Juliet glared at him. "That fact alone is…"

"Paperwork," Carlton finished for her.

"Yes!" Juliet looked at her partner. "You were right Shawn, is that what you wanted to hear? Is that why you're here?"

"I…" Shawn looked at his feet. "I just thought you might want to talk because I went into the drug den."

"Shawn, I'm not your girlfriend anymore. I don't care what you do. Leave me alone so I can finish this." Juliet turned in her chair facing the opposite direction.

"You heard her Spencer, out!" Carlton yelled.

"Fine," Shawn snapped before he turned and walked towards the visitor's desk. He stopped in the middle of the room and scanned to see if anyone was paying him any particular attention. Satisfied that no one was watching him, he slipped down the hall into one of the viewing rooms. He bent down and rolled up his pant leg before pulling out a small plastic clear bag from his sock that held three round white pills.

Shawn placed the three pills onto the table in the room and used the back of his phone to crush them. Taking a second to make sure there were no sounds coming from outside the door, Shawn rolled a dollar bill into a straw and then sucked the drug powder into his nose.

He sniffled several times. "Fuck." He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall behind him. "That's good." He closed his eyes and waited for the high.

That's the first chapter. I'm eager to hear your thoughts.