Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first ever attempt at a Psych fanfiction! *Glances around nervously * I've only recently gotten into Psych, but I've seen almost every episode now, and all I can say is that Shawn and Gus are a lot like me and my friend, Jaden! This fan fiction is also dedicated to my friend, Emma who requested a Psych fic from me. So let's see how this goes, shall we? =)

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Shawn Spencer was always hyper. He was always bouncing off the walls (and the floors, ceiling, furniture), getting him and Gus in trouble, and usually making people laugh. Or ticking them off, depending on the source. That's just who he was; that was just an engraved part of their friendship that Gus couldn't imagine any other way.

So when he stared into the hospital room of his best friend, lying so still on the blankets that it was hardly believable that he was even still alive, it didn't seem possible that it was the same person. Shawn was happy, bubbly, and overall optimistic.

Not that he didn't have his angry or sad moments at times, but those emotions mainly stayed at bay for emotions like irritation or aggravation when things got too hard. Or if he was dealing with his dad.

Speaking of his dad, Gus thought as he looked around, where did he go? Henry had just been here a few moments ago, hadn't he? A quick glance around told Gus that he was no longer in the room. He had probably just went to get some more of the horrible coffee that the hospital offered.

Gus smiled as he thought about Henry staying by Shawn's side all night. The two of them fought all the time, but it was moments like this that showed how much he really cared for his son. The fact that he had sat in an uncomfortable chair all night without ever moving until Gus had arrived was enough proof of that.

He walked in and grabbed his friend's bandaged hand. There were scratches and bruises under the pristine, white cloths that was holding his blood in. Gus almost jumped back when he though about the thin barrier between him and some more of Shawn's blood, but at the last second he stopped himself. So what if it was so thin, it was doing a great job so far at keeping Shawn's blood in, even the one wrapped around his head.

Gus sighed as he rubbed his fingers lightly over Shawn's hand. He wanted his friend to jump up out of bed, scream PSYCH!, and fall back onto the bed laughing at how easy it had been to trick Gus. He could put up with being teased forever about it if he would just wake up. He would do it if for just one, minuscule second Shawn would open his eyes.

If this were a movie, Shawn would open his eyes just when Gus or someone else in the room started to cry. He would wake up right then, give them some reassurances, then drop off back to sleep until morning when he would be eating pineapple and annoying everyone again. That plan hadn't worked though...Gus had tried.

Yes he had cried for his friend, but that wasn't any real surprise. Juliet had even stopped by and shed a few tears, before having to excuse herself from the room. He could still see the hurt look on her face as she turned and walked away, knowing that Shawn might not even make it through the night. But she had known she couldn't stay, because she had had her chance with all of Shawn's endless flirting, but then he had found Abigail.

True, she was gone to Uganda, but it was clear that Shawn still cared for her. Like whenever he talked about some story that he and her had shared on a date, or the way he would occasionally tossed a little, green ball around the office that she had given him. Some people thought that it was just a distraction from whatever case they were on, but Juliet knew it was because it reminded him of her.

Either way, she had left the room and couldn't stand to go back in there. Not as long as Gus or Henry was still sitting there, staring at Shawn's almost lifeless body with nearly hopeless eyes. She wasn't the girlfriend, yet she still felt like she should be more than a friend. She just wasn't quiet sure what the word for that would be, and until she found out what that word was, she didn't feel right to be in there with them.

Gus sighed again as he let his head fall into his hands. How had this all started? It was hard to believe that such a short time before, he and Shawn were gearing and ready to go out on a case (or get some ice cream on the side) when all of this had suddenly gone terribly, terribly wrong.

He thought back to the happy and mischievous sparkle that had shined in Shawn's eyes when he had overheard about a case going around the station. He had trailed along behind Buzz McNabb, hoping to overhear enough to have a "vision" so the Chief would put them on the job. Gus had trailed along behind Shawn, just as he always had done.

The second he thought of his best friend being happy and bouncing around, the thought of him being broken and bleeding jumped right back in place. He wanted to growl, to scream, to shake Shawn back into consciousness, but he of course didn't. Gus barely could barely even touch his hand without being afraid he was somehow hurting him.

He closed his eyes and thought back to everything that had led up to all of this.

Two Days Ago

"Come on, Gus! This could be just the kind of case we need to get back into the Chief's good graces!" Shawn said as he grabbed Gus's arm to drag him through the station behind Buzz.

Gus shook his head. "Oh no, Shawn. I am not getting involved with all of this, I told you I have to do my real job since I've been running around with you for the last two days. I don't want to lose my job just because you thought it would be fun to chase after a murderer. Which we didn't catch anyways," Gus said.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Gus don't be that gross stuff at the bottom of a glass of orange juice," he said as he quickened his pace to catch up to Buzz. "How was I suppose to know he would go right instead of left. Everything said he would go left." They had been on a case for a couple of days, and instead of getting to take down the bad guy like usual, he had managed to trick them and led them on a false trail. Fortunately for the rest of Santa Barbra, Lassiter and Juliet had caught him. Unfortunately, the Chief wasn't too amused that her psychic had been tricked.

"How were you suppose to know?" Gus asked him almost sarcastically. Shawn stopped for a second and turned around to face him, nodding his head as he did so. "Well I don't know, aren't you suppose to be "psychic"?" Gus said as he put air quotes around "psychic".

"Ssshhh!" Shawn said as he knocked Gus's hands down before anyone around them could even take much notice to them. A couple of cops who were by now used to Shawn running around like an escaped asylum patient calmly walked by, not even glancing back as Shawn and Gus got into another hit fest.

"Dude, are you trying to blow my cover? Cause that's a great way to do it," he said as he got back onto McNabb's trail. He could over hear him talking about a missing child, a warehouse, and apparently her dad was really rich and wanted only the best on her case. Well, that would mean the best resident psychic, didn't it?

Shawn jumped up to McNabb and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Hey, McNabb! What's up?" he asked as he glanced over the case file that was in his hands.

His eyes took an instant notice of the name of the missing child, her age, and one of the last places she was seen. He tried to see more but McNabb kept walking, his longer legs carrying him further.

"Oh hey Shawn, Gus," he nodded his head to the two friends. "Sorry, I can't talk right now. There's a really big case going on and Chief wanted me to get these files for Lassiter." He walked through the doorway and into the room where Juliet, Lassiter, Chief Vick, and the victim's family was.

Juliet looked up and saw Shawn standing there. She smiled at him awkwardly, not really knowing what else to do when she saw him standing there. He waved back as he turned towards Gus, motioning for him to come over.

"Dude, we can so do this," he said. Then, without waiting for Gus to reply, he walked into the room. Just as he always did, he was going for the dramatic effect that always seemed to win over the clients.

"Oh no!" he cried as he pretended to go into one of his visions, "I can sense a great loss in this room," he said as he waved his hands in the air in front of everyone. Once he reached the victim's parents he stopped. "You," he said as he pointed at them.

"I sense you've lost something very special. No! Someone very special," he said as he moved around in front of them. "A child perhaps?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

The mother quickly jumped up, dragging the father along with her. "Yes!" she said as she dabbed her eyes again with her handkerchief. Her eyes sparkled with some hope as she looked at Shawn, but her husband's eyes looked suspicious.

"Tim Overland," he said as she stuck his hand out to Shawn. Shawn took his hand and shook it, barely hiding a wince when Tim Overland squeezed his hand with more power than any man should be allowed to have. "And you would be?" he asked Shawn.

Shawn smiled as he pulled his hand back, "Shawn Spencer, consulting psychic detective, and this is my friend, The Super Sniffer," he said as he pointed to Gus. "I couldn't help but sense about your little girl, Redbud? Juniper? Buffy! No... Willow, right?"

Mrs. Overland nodded her head while Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's right," Mr. Overland said with slight shock. "How did you know that?" he asked.

Shawn put a hand to his head and raised his eyebrows. "Psychic, remember?" he said. He knew that he had Mr. Overland hook, line, and sinker after that. Just the way he seemed to ease slightly, knowing that there was someone who might be able to find his daughter sooner rather than later. It seemed like all the other cops wanted to do was take his and his wife's statements over and over.

"That's amazing," Mrs. Overland muttered under her breath. She then took a step forward and grabbed a hold of Shawn's hand. "Do you think you could find Willow?" she asked him, her eyes still shining with tears.

Shawn glanced over to where Chief Vick was standing, along with Juliet and Lassiter. "Well, I would certainly do my best-,"

Before he could even hint to Chief Vick about hiring him on the case, Mrs. Overland was already speaking again, "That's wonderful! Whatever it takes," she said, stepping back for a second. Her husband stepped up and put a hand on her shoulder and nodded his head. "You're hired," he said in a firm tone.

Shawn nodded his head enthusiastically and spoke quick reassurances to the parents as they stood up to leave. Apparently they had been finished when Shawn and Gus had stopped in.

"We'll find your daughter," Shawn called out, "Even if we have to put The Super Sniffer here to work tracking her down!" He turned around to Gus and smiled a huge smile.

"Dude! We got the case!" he said. He jumped around for a second before he noticed that Gus wasn't joining in on the jumping spree. "What's wrong?" he asked after a second longer of jumping by himself.

"What's wrong? Shawn, I've got work to do other than Psych work. I need to do all my routes that I've been putting off to chase around your murderer. Now you've got us working a kidnapping?" Gus asked. It's not that he didn't want to help that poor girl and her family, but he had a lot of work left to do and if he didn't do it then he'd be in for a world of hurt come Friday.

Shawn sighed again and rubbed his fingers down his face. "Fine," he said, "You go and do your job. I'll see what I can find out about all of this in the meantime." He smiled again and bounded off to get into trouble like Gus always knew he would do.

Gus didn't stop him though. It wasn't like it was the first time they'd ever worked on a case without the other. Both of them knew that Gus would end up working the case again sooner or later anyways.

It wasn't like the movies or books, where someone gets a sinking feeling in their stomaches before their friend got hurt or -worse- killed. Where someone charges after their friend to keep them safe from harm at all costs. Because, unfortunately this was real life and in real life things like that didn't happen often.

Gus didn't feel a sinking feeling. So instead of walking after his friend to protect him, or at the very least, trying to keep him out of trouble, he turned around and walked away. Not knowing that at that moment, he might never see Shawn look at him with focused eyes again.