Lois and Clark Meet Shawn and Gus

By Triple L <mmpr_purple@yahoo.com>

Rated: PG

Submitted: September, 2011

Summary: Lois and Clark are sent to Santa Barbara to cover the
story of the very successful psychic detective, Shawn Spencer and
his best friend, Gus, with their agency, Psych. After arriving,
they come to find that Intergang is in California due to a
murder.

Hey, everyone! This is a new adventure for me. A crossover fic.
I've never, ever written one before!

This is a crossover involving two of my absolute favorite shows:
Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman and Psych.

Disclaimers:

All characters from LnC belong to DC Comics and Warner Brothers.

All characters from Psych belong to the writers of Psych and to
Universal Studios/NBC

Any characters you don't recognize obviously belong to me.

A little background: I decided to write this in the present, not
the past. For the Psych side of things, it wouldn't work. This
is completely an Alternate Universe, so that Superman can exist
in the same world as the Psych crew. All characters will appear
(Juliet, Carlton, Karen, Henry, Shawn, Gus, Buzz, and our
favorite coroner, Woody!)

For all the LnC people: What this means is that Lois and Clark
are married, but no kids (keeping the theme of they couldn't
have any). Perry and Jimmy will be in this, as well. Can't
forget the team that "Always forwarded the plot!"

***

[[Santa Barbara, CA 2011: Psych Office]]

Shawn sat at his desk, tossing a small basketball up in the air
with gusto. He had just come off a case (where the murderer was
none other than the sister of the victim) and was reveling in the
fact that Lassie had actually congratulated him. The
pseudo-psychic had stood for a moment in the middle of the police
station with a shocked expression. He recovered quickly and left,
with Gus and the check, back to the office.

Gus sat across from Shawn, looking over his pharmaceutical files
for the next day. The case they had been working on had taken a
little longer than usual, so Gus was behind by about a week. He
knew his boss would be on him about it if he didn't catch up
quick. He flipped a few pages, writing every so often in the
spaces about some new rash cream that had just come in.

"Working on your new butt cream file?" Shawn asked with his
childish flare. Gus glared at him.

"Shawn, this just happens to be the job that keeps Psych
afloat," Gus said.

"After our *rash* of cases?" Shawn said.

Gus couldn't help but smile, but he tried to hide it. Instantly,
he regretted it, knowing perfectly well that Shawn would *see*
his lips curl up into a grin. He tried to look further down at
his notes.

"Ha! I saw you grin! You've got to remember, Gus, you can't
get away with much around me," Shawn bragged. He tossed the
basketball up again, catching it with ease as it fell back down.

"Whatever, Shawn. Why don't you go get both of us a pineapple
smoothie?" Gus asked. Shawn jumped up at the mention of
pineapple.

"Sounds good, Dude! Be back in a flash!" Shawn grabbed his
helmet and left the office. Getting on his Norton, he started the
engine and took off toward the closest Jamba Juice to retrieve
the pineappley goodness that resided within the chain juice bar.

The beautiful southern California day felt warm and humid to
Shawn as he rode the two miles to the juice bar. He looked around
the beach town and smiled at the people who were all over the
boardwalk.

'I really do love it here. Thank goodness I came back six years
ago,' he thought as he pulled into the parking lot of Jamba
Juice. He parked his bike near the doors and headed inside with a
smile on his face.

[[Metropolis, USA 2011: Daily Planet Newsroom]]

Clark Kent looked at his desk, trying to find that elusive pen
that just seemed to always disappear when he needed it most.
Looking up, he saw his wife, Lois, using said pen for writing her
own notes on their latest story. Shaking his head, he walked over
and tapped the black haired reporter on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Kent, but I believe that's my pen," he joked.
She stopped writing and looked up at her *super* husband.

"Well, Mr. Kent, you're just going to have to take it back,
aren't you?" she asked playfully. She pulled the pen back, away
from Clark's outstretched hands. The secret superhero sighed as
his wife kept pulling the pen away. Finally, he pulled his own
trick, kissing her softly to make her drop it. He heard the click
of the writing utensil hit the floor within seconds of meeting
Lois' lips with his.

"That is so not fair! You know I can't resist your kisses,"
Lois said after the kiss ended. Clark chuckled as he picked up
the pen and walked back to his desk. He turned to his wife with a
goofy grin.

"Hey, at least I know the weakness of Mad Dog Lane," he joked,
then ducked as another pen flew in his direction. Lois laughed.

"Lois! Clark! Come in here!" Perry White called from his
office. The two reporters got up, grabbing hands as they strode
into the Editor-in-Chief's office. Perry sat in his chair,
smiling as his ace reporting team came in holding hands.

"What's up, Perry?" Lois asked. She and Clark sat down in the
chairs across from the Chief's desk.

"I have one heck of an assignment for you," Perry said, passing
a newspaper toward them. Clark grabbed it first as Perry
continued.

"That is the Santa Barbara Times. The cover story is what I
called you in here for. This Psychic Detective Shawn Spencer and
his Associate Burton Guster have caused quite a stir out there in
California. To date, they've solved over 100 cases under their
company, Psych. Their latest case had ties to Intergang. I want
you two to head to the West Coast and cover this."

"You want us to do a story on a psychic? Chief, are you all
right?" Lois asked incredulously. Perry chuckled.

"I know, it's not my normal line. All this psychic mumbo jumbo
never really caught my attention, except that Star that used to
live by you, Lois. However, these guys have solved so many cases
successfully that it's hard not to look. This Shawn is really
good, I've read," Perry explained.

"Lois, I guess we're going to Santa Barbara. You'd better
bring your bikini," Clark said. Lois glared at her husband.

"Nice try," she said, her glare turning into a smile. Perry
shook his head at his two journalists.

"You leave in two hours. You both can go home and pack. Oh,
Jimmy's going with you for the photographic aspect. I want lots
of photos, got it?" he said, adding his trademark gesture (two
fingers pointing at his intended target).

"Yes, Chief," Clark said. The couple walked out to find Jimmy
packing his camera into a case. The young photojournalist looked
up at Lois and Clark.

"Hey, CK. I am so glad I get to go with you two to California.
The beach is calling me!" he said.

"Jimmy, we're going there to work. Before we go, do us a favor.
Look up everything you can on this Shawn Spencer, Burton Guster
and Psych. We want full backgrounds on our intended subjects,"
Clark said. Jimmy nodded.

"You've got it, CK. I'll meet you at the airport in two hours.
Our flight leaves at six fifteen," Jimmy said as he headed off
to his desk.

[[Santa Barbara Police Department: One hour later]]

Chief Karen Vick sat at her desk inside the SBPD, looking over
the last case notes. Her detectives, Carlton Lassiter and Juliet
O'Hara had just turned in their statements, as had Shawn Spencer
and Burton Guster of Psych. She couldn't help but smile at the
small pineapple in the corner of Shawn's statement. She looked
up toward the corner of her office, where Shawn's father, Henry,
sat.

"Henry, how's it coming with the budget plan?" she asked.
Henry looked up from his forms.

"Actually, we're still in the black, even after hiring Psych
the last four times," he said. Karen smiled.

"Chief?" came a voice. Buzz McNab, the future junior detective,
stood in the doorway of his boss' office with a file in his
hand.

"Yes, McNab?" Karen asked. Buzz walked in and set the file
down.

"We just got a call about a body near the outskirts of town.
Suspicious circumstances," Buzz said. Karen looked at the file.

"Call Lassiter and O'Hara in here. Looks like we've got
another one," she said bitterly. Even though they weren't
related, there had been a lot of murders in the area over the
last few months. She took a deep breath and let it out slow as
her two detectives came in.

"We've got another one, Detectives. Possible homicide on the
outskirts of town. Go over there and assess the situation," she
told them.

Lassiter took the file and opened it, "Caucasian male,
mid-thirties. Found this morning near the back of a department
store dumpster," he read aloud.

"Are we hiring Psych on this?" Juliet asked.

"Not yet, O'Hara. Check it out first and report back. Henry and
I will decide if we need Psych on this," Karen said. She looked
down at the papers on her desk; which was the cue for the
detectives to move out.

Lassiter walked to his desk and put on his suit jacket. His gun
already in its holster, he looked over at his partner. She was
getting her gun in her holster and looking around for her
notepad.

"O'Hara, can I ask you something?" he asked her. She stopped
and looked up at him.

"I suppose. What's up?"

"Why did you ask if we were hiring Spencer and Guster? We don't
always need them, you know. We do real police work, while Spencer
somehow comes up with wild accusations that later turn out to be
right," Carlton said. Juliet couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Carlton, I've heard this before. Shawn and Gus have helped us
out of some tough jams in the past. You've used them before
yourself. They have an uncanny ability to solve even the toughest
of crimes. We should be lucky they are around," Juliet stated.

"You're biased. Just because your dating Spencer," Carlton
started, but stopped the minute he saw Juliet's face. Anger
clouded the blonde detective's features. He realized he'd just
overstepped his bounds.

"I am so sorry, O'Hara. I didn't mean that," he said
apologetically. Her face softened somewhat.

"I would hope you'd realize that I don't let my feelings for
Shawn get in the way of what we do. Let's go check this body
out," she said shortly. Without waiting for Carlton, she walked
out the doors to the blue Crown Victoria parked by the steps.
Carlton followed behind, grumbling under his breath at his
aforementioned goof.

Shawn and Gus sat in the Psych office with two pineapple
smoothies and a couple of doughnuts each. They were snacking and
playing *Whoever drops the ball buys dinner* when the Psych line
rang. Shawn picked it up after a couple of rings.

"Psych! This is Shawn," he said into the receiver.

"Mr. Shawn Spencer? This is Lois Lane. I'm ... " she started.

"Lois Lane? *The* Lois Lane? As in reporter for the Daily
Planet?" Shawn asked in surprise. Gus looked up at him with a
*don't mess with me* face. Shawn shook his head, telling his
friend he wasn't kidding. Gus picked up the other line to listen
in.

"Yes, that's me. My partner, Clark Kent and I have been
assigned to cover you and your associate, Burton Guster on your
accomplishments of solving cases," Lois explained. Gus' eyes
widened.

"Ms. Lane? This is Burton Guster. You're serious?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Guster. We were assigned the story this morning.
We'll be heading out to Santa Barbara today. Can we meet you
both tomorrow at about ten in the morning at your office?" Lois
asked.

"Ten sounds good. Gus and I will be ready and waiting, Ms.
Lane," Shawn said.

"We'll see you then. Thank you and goodbye for now," Lois
said. She hung up, leaving Gus and Shawn jumping up and down with
excitement.

"Oh, my goodness! We're going to be in the Daily Planet! It's
like a dream come true!" Gus said.

"Dude! We'll be super famous! That's the same paper that
always covers Superman's rescues! In fact, the same reporters!"
Shawn said.

The phone rang again, calming Gus down long enough to answer. He
stood for a moment, listening to the person on the other line. He
hung up a minute later with a smile.

"It must be our lucky day. That was the Chief; we're being
called in again. Another murder on the outskirts of town near
Dallies Department Store. The manager was found this morning
beside the dumpster," Gus said.

"Man, a case to work on while we're being interviewed by the
most famous paper in the world. This has awesomeness written all
over it!" Shawn said, holding out his fist.

Gus bumped his fist to Shawn's, "You know that's right," he
said as they headed out the door to the blue colored Echo (known
to the duo as the Blueberry).

Twenty minutes later, the Psych duo were at the crime scene
standing alongside Juliet and Carlton. The body still lay face
down next to a dumpster with what appeared to be a gunshot wound
to the back of the head.

Shawn *saw* many different details: the position of the body, the
wound itself, scrapes along the face of the victim, a wedding
band on his left hand and a piece of paper near the body that
forensics was picking up carefully.

"I'm seeing something," Shawn said suddenly, putting his
fingers to his temple.

"Spencer," Lassie warned, but Shawn ignored him and kept
going.

"This wasn't a normal murder! He was executed after being
beaten! Uh ... he ... he's married! I'm also seeing a piece of
paper? Something is written on it! I can't see what," Shawn
said as he rocked back on his heels. He opened his eyes a second
later, breathing heavy.

Juliet looked at Shawn in disbelief, but said nothing as Lassie
walked over to the forensics officer and talked to him about the
paper. He turned around with the evidence bag and a pair of
gloves for Shawn.

"Spencer, this paper was just found at the scene. Take these
gloves and see what you," Lassiter lowered his voice, "can
glean off it."

Shawn smirked as he put on the gloves. He had just managed a
small accomplishment; getting Lassie to acknowledge him as being
on the case. He pulled the paper out of the evidence bag and
opened it up. It had a note.

"Charles, your time is up. You have had enough chances to pay us
the money you owe for your protection," Shawn read aloud. He
looked up at the detectives.

"Could be a crime ring," Lassiter said as Shawn put the paper
back in, "I'll get the team to analyze this pronto," he
continued. The evidence bag was sealed shut and Carlton returned
it to forensics.

Shawn and Gus walked away for a moment to talk to each other.
When they were sure they were far enough out of earshot, Gus
started.

"Shawn, this seems a little off, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Something's not gelling. You know, like Jell-O when you
don't use the right mixture of water and powder? How it just
stays watery," Shawn said.

"Shawn! Focus!" Gus reprimanded.

"There's more to this than just your average crime ring,"
Shawn glanced back at the body, then looked up at employees from
the store that had gathered nearby. He looked back at Gus.

"Let's go do a few interviews with some of the employees. Maybe
one of them could tell us more about Charles, there," Shawn
continued, pointing at the body. Gus, looking appreciative for
leaving the body behind, followed Shawn to the crowd that stood
around outside the crime scene tape.

Shawn glanced around, *seeing* all sorts of things. His attention
landed on a nametag worn by one of the women in front. Assistant
Manager Kelsey. He walked over to her.

"Kelsey, my name is Shawn Spencer, psychic for the SBPD. This is
my partner, Peter McPhinniganagain," Shawn said as he pointed to
Gus. His best friend's dark face contorted into distaste for the
thousandth nickname his buddy had just created.

Kelsey looked confused as she began to speak, "How'd you know
my name?"

"Like I said, I'm psychic. You were the, assistant manager,
correct?" Shawn asked, closing his eyes momentarily. He opened
them again to see a very astonished look on her face.

"That's right! How'd you know that?" she asked incredulously.
Her brown hair blew in the sudden breeze. Shawn *saw* a hint of
red on her roots.

"You dyed your hair brown a few weeks ago, didn't you? You
thought red was too wild," he said suddenly.

Kelsey gasped, "Oh, wow! Yes!"

"I need to ask you a few questions about your boss," Shawn
announced. Kelsey nodded.

"Whatever you need, Mr. Spencer. Mr. McPhi ... McPhin?" She
turned toward Gus with questions in her eyes.

"McPhinniganagain," Gus said reluctantly. He cast an angry
glance at Shawn before turning back to Kelsey with his flirty
grin.

The two private detectives began to ask Kelsey questions about
Charles and his dealings with any crime ring. Carlton and Juliet
continued going over the crime scene.

"Damn it, I hate when Spencer's right," Carlton said. He was
looking over the body and seeing what Shawn *saw*. The wedding
band, the scrapes on the face. Lassiter sighed.

"Well, you should be used to it by now. He's constantly
right," Juliet said a little snidely. Lassiter looked at her.

"You don't have to be so snippy about it. How about you sh ...
" he started. A glare that could melt snow stopped his words
from forming. Juliet always knew how to push Carlton's buttons.
The ones that silenced him.

The two SBPD detectives worked the scene in silence, which made
Buzz McNab take notice. He wasn't used to the silence between
the two. The tall, gentle cop walked over to Shawn and Gus as
they finished questioning Kelsey.

"Shawn, Gus? I'm not sure, but I think Juliet and Lassiter are
fighting. They're giving each other the silent treatment," he
said to the Psych team.

Shawn looked over at his girlfriend and Lassie. He couldn't help
but chuckle at their dilemma. Resigning to be the magnet that
pulled them back together, he turned and thanked Kelsey, motioned
for Gus to follow, and made his way to the two detectives.

"I'm sensing something is troubling you, Jules," he said to
his girlfriend. She turned to him with a small smile.

"Carlton's been getting on my nerves, that's all. We'll get
over it. You two can go, there's nothing else for you to do
here. We'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow at the morgue, say eleven? Someone's coming to our
office at ten. We'll be bringing them with us," Shawn said
cryptically.

"You're bringing someone to the morgue? Who?" Juliet asked
skeptically.

"You'll know tomorrow. I'll see you then," Shawn said, giving
Juliet a kiss. The two went on their way to straighten up the
Psych office for their special guests. Inside the Echo, Gus asked
Shawn why he didn't tell the two detectives who was coming.

"I wanted it to be a huge surprise. Imagine Lassie's face when
Lois Lane and Clark Kent walk through the SBPD doors tomorrow,"
Shawn said with a huge grin.

Gus smiled wide, "You're right. That'll drive him nuts to know
we're being interviewed by the one of the biggest papers in the
world; and by two of the most famous reporters!"

They drove back to Psych with visions of fame and fortune in
their heads. Shawn thought about a pineapple smoothie machine for
the office, which Gus actually agreed on. The two friends walked
back into the office a while later, still talking about the
future.

[[Santa Barbara, CA: The Next Day]]

Lois, Clark and Jimmy were in the back of a cab, heading to the
office of Psych. Jimmy was snapping pictures through the open
window of the California coast while Lois and Clark compared
notes on Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster.

"Jimmy, when the chief said take lots of pictures, I don't
think he meant of the coast and the beach bunnies," Lois said.
The two gentlemen could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

"Hey, some of these are for personal use. If this Shawn is
really that good, maybe he can find me a cute girl!"

Clark rolled his eyes, "Jimmy, we're here to work," he said
with a smile. Jimmy nodded and put his camera down.

"You're right, CK, of course. Oh, it's right up here,
Mister!" Jimmy said to the cab driver. He acknowledged and
pulled over in front of the Psych office. A blue Echo and a
Norton motorcycle were parked in front of the building.

"That'll be $22.50, please," the cab driver said. Lois and
Jimmy looked at Clark, who resigned to pay the fare. The three
got out and walked up to the door. Clark politely knocked,
secretly scanning inside to see two men sitting in chairs
watching the big screen TV against the far wall.

The black man who was dressed up in a nice shirt and khaki pants
walked to the door and opened it. Clark pushed up his glasses as
the door was opened.

"Hi, I'm Clark Kent, this is Lois Lane Kent and Jimmy Olsen.
We're from the Daily Planet," Clark said extending his hand.
Gus looked at him with wonder as he shook the reporter's hand.

"Wow, do you work out, Mr. Kent?" Gus asked. Clark chuckled.

"Sort of, and you can call me Clark, Mr.?" he asked.

"I'm Burton Guster. You can call me Gus," he answered as he
moved aside to let the three in. Closing the door behind them,
Gus followed them back into the main office. The other man who'd
been sitting next to Gus stood up. His brown hair looked like he
had just gotten out of bed; his jeans and shirt were both
slightly wrinkled.

"Shawn Spencer, psychic detective. Hello, Mr. Kent. Mrs. Kent,"
he greeted them with a handshake. He looked at the younger man
standing next to Clark.

"I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Olsen, photojournalist. I'm here to take the
pictures for the story," he answered Shawn's confused stare.
The look on the pseudo-psychic's face changed to recognition.

"Yeah! I've seen your picture credits on the front page, Jimmy!
I can call you three by your first names, right?"

"Sure, Mr. Spencer," Lois said.

"Shawn. Mr. Spencer is my father. You'll get to meet him in a
while. Gus and I can't tell you how excited we are that you're
here. The best part is, you get to watch us work. Just after you
called yesterday, we got a new murder case," he said. Jimmy's
eyes lit up.

"We get to see you do your thing, huh? Awesome!" he exclaimed.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised you're coming here to
interview us. With all the Superman stories you two cover back in
Metropolis, this must seem a little mundane," Gus said.

"Gus, don't be the Equal in someone's tea. Sure, Superman is
exciting, but he's no psychic. Or, is he?" Shawn said.

"We know him personally. I can assure you, he's not psychic,
Shawn," Clark announced. Gus' mouth hung open with shock. Shawn
looked amazed.

"You know him personally?" Shawn asked in awe. Clark nodded and
smiled.

The two best friends stared at the three reporters in amazement.
They then looked at each other with smiles.

"By the way, are you three fans of delicious flavor?" Shawn
asked. Lois blinked in confusion.

"What do you mean by that, Shawn?" she asked.

"What he means is, have you ever had a pineapple smoothie? It's
kind of our thing around here," Gus explained.

"A pineapple smoothie?" Clark said slowly.

"Yeah. What, you've never tried one? Gus, we have to get these
three some of the best tasting smoothies in California. To Jamba
Juice! Oh, you guys don't mind coming with us to the morgue, do
you?" Shawn suddenly asked. Jimmy was the only one who turned a
slight shade of green.

"The morgue?" was all the photojournalist asked. Gus
sympathized with him.

"I know how you feel, Jimmy. You and I can stay outside the
room, if you like," he said, patting the young man on the back.

Jimmy looked appreciative toward Gus as he answered, "Sounds
good, Gus."

"I'll let him stand outside this time, because of you guys. I
usually drag him in there and he does this," Shawn said, then
imitated Gus getting almost sick. Lois and Clark gave Shawn a
funny look. Jimmy turned even greener.

"Shawn!" Gus said. Shawn stopped and smiled.

"It's all in good fun. We've been best friends since we were
five. Come on, off to Jamba Juice. Jimmy, you're all right,
right?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine once we get driving. So, that's your
Norton out there? It looks great!" Jimmy said as he admired the
motorcycle through the blinds.

"Yep, grab a helmet!" Shawn said as he grabbed his. The five of
them walked out to the vehicles. Lois and Clark got into the
Echo, as Jimmy climbed onto the motorcycle behind Shawn. They all
drove off toward Jamba Juice then to the SBPD.

The boardwalk was bustling with activity outside the Psych
office. One man stood nearly motionless as the teams drove off
toward the SBPD. He was watching them closely. Especially the
team of Psych. His phone rang.

"Yeah," he said gruffly.

"What's the problem? You should've taken care of that psychic
and his buddy this morning. What happened?" the voice on the
other end asked angrily.

"They met up with some reporters," the other guy said.

"Those reporters wouldn't happen to be Clark Kent and Lois
Lane, would they?"

"Yeah, and that nosy photographer Jimmy Olsen."

"Take care of them all! We don't need the Kents and that Olsen
kid interfering! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said the guy standing on the boardwalk. He
flipped his cell closed and walked off toward a waiting car.

At eleven A.M., the three reporters and the two private
detectives were standing outside the doors to the morgue. Jimmy
looked apprehensive about entering.

Shawn looked at the photojournalist and *saw* sweat forming on
his forehead, "I can sense, Jimmy, that you're very
apprehensive about entering the morgue," he had closed his eyes
and put his fingers to his temples. Clark gave him a strange
look, as if he were listening very closely to Shawn.

'Hmm, his heart rate didn't even go up,' Clark thought. Shawn
opened his eyes and smiled as Jimmy gawked.

"Yeah, I am. Wow, you really are psychic," the young
photographer said. Gus looked at Shawn.

"I'll stay out here with Jimmy. You three go in and check out
the body. Unless, Lois, you don't want to go in there, either,"
Gus said, turning to Lois.

"No, I've seen enough to be practically desensitized to it.
Let's get in there," Lois said. She led the way into the
morgue, where Charles' body was laying on the metal table.
Woody, the coroner, was standing right beside the table on one
end. The other end was occupied with a blonde haired woman and a
tall, lanky man.

"Jules, Lassie! Meet Lois Lane and Clark Kent!" Shawn said.
Lassiter looked up at the names with surprise.

Juliet looked incredulously at Clark Kent. She opened and closed
her mouth, as if finding the words to speak. Shawn could see that
she was star struck.

"What are you two doing out here in Santa Barbara?" Lassiter
asked. Clark and Lois looked at each other.

"We're here doing a story on Psych; especially of Shawn, here.
Our Editor-in-Chief, Perry White, sent us out here," Lois said.

"Wow. Shawn, that's amazing," Woody said.

"All right, let's get to work on this. How did Charles, here,
die?" Lassiter asked. Woody looked down at the body and took a
deep breath.

"There was a gunshot wound going down at an angle through the
back of the head. He died instantly," Woody explained.

"Execution style. Figures," Lassiter said. Clark x-rayed the
body, seeing the bullet lodged inside the man's skull.

"May I interject a comment?" Clark asked quietly. Lassiter
looked at him with a smirk.

"Look, no offense, Clark, but you aren't a detective," he
said.

"True, but we've had a rash of murders in Metropolis with the
same execution style shootings," Clark stated. Lassiter and
Juliet looked at him, but chose to ignore the comment. They
turned back to Woody.

"When you get that bullet out, Woody, hand it over to forensics.
Hopefully we'll match it up with a gun," Lassiter said. The
lanky detective walked out of the coroner's office without
another word to the two reporters nor Shawn. Juliet looked at
Clark with questioning eyes.

"Mr. Kent," she started.

"Clark."

"Clark, what did you mean about the murders in Metropolis?" she
asked.

"Well, we've had similar shootings around Hobb's Bay. It's
rumored to be the center of Intergang activity," Clark
explained. Little did they know that he'd seen the hub of the
crime first hand as Superman.

"Intergang? Aren't they the biggest crime syndicate in
Metropolis?" Shawn asked.

"Try the country," Lois responded, "They have dealings all
over the place. It could be possible they're here in Santa
Barbara. Especially if Mindy Church is still running things."

"Mindy Church, huh? I'll have to look that up. Clark, Lois,
thank you for the information. And I apologize about my partner.
He's been in a foul mood all week," Juliet said, giving Shawn a
quick glance.

Clark was about to say something when he heard a cry for help,
"Um, Lois, did we remember to tip the cleaning lady at the hotel
this morning?" he asked, giving his wife the 'I've got to
fly' look.

Lois knew immediately what Clark was up to, "No! Why don't you
call a cab and go back? I'll handle the interviews with Jimmy
for a while."

"I'll see you back here later, then," Clark said, giving her a
quick kiss and running out the door. Shawn looked at Lois with
curiosity.

"Tip the cleaning lady? Really?" he asked her.

"Clark's always been the kind of man who, um, tips. He's very
kind," Lois stammered through an excuse. Shawn *saw* Lois'
fingers tremble a little.

'She's hiding something. Weird,' he thought as they exited the
morgue. With Gus and Jimmy tagging along, Shawn, Lois and Juliet
walked back up to the main floor of the SBPD. There is where Lois
met Chief Karen Vick for the first time.

"Chief! I want you to meet someone," Shawn said, catching up to
the blonde haired boss. She turned to look at him.

"Who? We're rather busy with this case, Mr. Spencer," she
said.

"Hi, I'm Lois Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet," Lois
interjected. Karen gawked.

"Lois Lane? Why are you here in Santa Barbara?" she asked.

"I'm here doing a story," Lois started.

"On us! Psych's accomplishments and whatnot. Also, interviewing
the main people of the SBPD. Like you, Chief," Shawn said
sweetly.

Karen blinked, "You want to interview us?" she asked.

"Yeah. I want the full story on Shawn Spencer and Burton
Guster," Lois said as Henry walked out of the office.

"If you want to know the full story on Shawn, Ms. Lane, you can
talk to me, first. I'm Henry Spencer, Shawn's father."

Shawn suddenly looked pale, 'Oh, God. If Dad tells her the
truth,' he thought. He dismissed it immediately, knowing that if
his Dad told her anything, he'd be revealing he was in on the
whole 'psychic' scam. He smiled quickly at Lois.

"Are you feeling okay, Shawn? You look a little pale," Lois
asked.

"It's, um," Shawn started, but was interrupted by Clark
walking back into the SBPD. Chief Vick looked at the man who'd
entered with recognition in her eyes.

"Clark Kent?" she asked. Clark stopped and looked up at Chief
Vick with surprise.

"Yes. Lois and I are working on this story together," Clark
said.

Shawn couldn't help but *see* something very strange. Why it
bothered him, he didn't know, but Clark's tie was just a bit
loose. Underneath looked like a blue undershirt.

'Why would he be wearing a blue shirt under an off white dress
shirt?' Shawn thought as both teams went into Karen's office.
He followed closely, the blue shirt staying in the back of his
mind.

"Shawn, what have you gotten about this case so far?" Karen
asked, snapping Shawn back to reality.

Shawn closed his eyes as he recreated the murder in his head; or
at least a reasonable facsimile. He could *see* the victim being
pushed to the dumpster by an unknown assailant. The victim was
forced down to his knees and shot execution style.

Shawn opened his eyes and sighed, looking at the chief, "Nothing
that we don't already know, Chief. I'm a bit blocked by bad
vibes today," he explained.

"Bad vibes?" Lois asked.

Lassiter chimed in, "It's his main excuse when he can't
perform."

The room was silent as what Lassie said sank in. Lassiter rolled
his eyes as he came to realize why they were looking at him
strangely.

"I mean when he can't contact the spirits or whatever nonsense
he goes on about," he stated harshly.

"Do we have anything concrete?" Karen asked. She wanted to push
the conversation out of the uncomfortable level it had just sank
into.

"Well, actually, something Clark said in the morgue sounded
feasible," Juliet said.

"What did you say, Clark?" Karen questioned.

"I was saying that we've had a few murders in Metropolis with
the same shooting style," he answered.

"Do you think that they could be connected?" Karen queried the
reporter.

"It's a long shot, but when our chief gave us this story
assignment, he said something about the last case having ties
with Intergang," Clark said.

"Intergang? You can't be serious?" Lassiter asked loudly.

"He's serious, Detective Lassiter. I know that look," Lois
said. She walked over to her husband.

"What did you say the name of their leader was?" Juliet asked.

"Mindy Church," Lois said. Jimmy suddenly starting snapping
pictures, taking everyone by surprise.

"Whoa, Jimmy! Warn us about that flash, Dude!" Shawn said as
the spots danced in front of his eyes.

"Jimmy, you just gave me an idea. Why don't you start taking
pictures of Shawn, Gus and the rest of these fine people for the
story? Lois and I have a phone call or two to make and you can
get your 'Perry approved' shots," Clark said.

"Sounds good, CK. Who do you have to call?" Jimmy asked.

"Perry. We're going to give him an update on our story," Clark
answered quickly. Lois looked at her husband.

"Right! An update! We'll be right back," Lois exclaimed as the
reporting team walked out the door. The SBPD team looked at
Jimmy.

"They do that a lot," he explained.

Lois and Clark walked outside the station to where Gus had parked
the Echo. She then turned to her husband with a look on her
face.

"Superman's about to appear, isn't he?" she asked.

"They have to be warned that dealing with Intergang is dangerous
business. Only Superman could tell them that without setting off
suspicion," Clark explained hastily.

"All right. I'll just say you went for a walk while talking to
Perry. Just be careful. I doubt anyone else noticed, but your tie
was loose," Lois stated.

Clark nodded and kissed Lois gently. He looked into her brown
eyes and smiled, "I'll be careful, I promise. I'll see you
inside."

Looking around, Clark tried to see if anyone was watching.
Spotting a few cops walking into the station, he disappeared
behind a few cars to change. Lois went back inside toward the
chief's office.

"Where's Clark?" Shawn asked as Lois entered.

"He was talking to Perry on his cell phone and decided to walk
around a little. He'll be back soon," Lois lied.

Shawn looked at Lois, *seeing* the twitch in her fingers again.
His fingers flew to his head as he spoke, "I can sense you're
lying, Lois!"

"Excuse me?" she asked in disbelief.

"The spirits tell me you're hiding something," Shawn said.

Lois quickly stammered through an explanation, "Okay, well, he
is going to talk to Perry. He just wanted to walk around a little
first. That's all."

Gus was about to say something to Shawn about tact when the door
to Karen's office opened wide. Standing in the doorway was none
other than Superman. The Psych team and the SBPD team stood in
awe. Jimmy looked surprised. Lois seemed relieved for the
distraction.

"Superman? What in the world are you doing here?" Lassiter
asked. Shawn, even though he was just as shocked that Superman
was there, couldn't help but chuckle at Lassie's tone. It was
almost childish.

"Clark called me up to tell me about a rash of murders in your
city. He said there are rumors of them possibly being tied to
Intergang," Superman explained.

Shawn looked Superman up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. There
was something about him that seemed, familiar. He looked over at
his father, who was also staring at the Man of Steel in with a
detective-like stare.

'Dad must think the same thing I do. Oh, no. I'm becoming my
father,' Shawn thought. He shook the thought from his head and
listened to Superman intently.

"Intergang is one of the most notorious crime syndicates we
know. Metropolis happens to be its headquarters, unfortunately.
I've tried numerous times to bring in Mindy Church for
questioning, but she always slips right through my fingers,"
Superman said with exasperation.

"Then we should look up all the information we can on this Mindy
Church. Again, it's a long shot, but if you think our murder
cases may have ties to Metropolis and Intergang, then we'll
check them out," Karen said. She motioned for her two detectives
to get to work. Superman patted Shawn on the shoulder.

"Clark also told me about you and your friend, there. You're a
psychic, huh?" Superman asked.

"Um, yeah. This is my partner, Gus. He and I run Psych
together," Shawn said.

"Hello, Superman. It is an extreme pleasure to meet you," Gus
said kindly. Superman shook Gus' outstretched hand.

"Um, Superman, are you going to stay for a while?" Jimmy asked.
The hero looked at Jimmy with a smile.

"I wish I could, but you know that I'm always on duty," he
responded.

"Wait, could you get one picture with Gus, myself and my father?
We would really love it!" Shawn asked quickly.

"How about after this ordeal is over? We all have a job to do.
Lois, I know you are supposed to do a story about Psych, but it
looks like you may have a bigger story on your hands," he said.

"Superman, I think you may have something there. Clark and I
will get to work on this Psych story, but also include notes for
a possible Intergang connection to these murders. Hopefully,
he's already told Perry about it," she hinted.

Superman nodded, "I'm sure he has, Lois. I'll be back for that
picture, Shawn. Good luck to all of you," he called. There was a
sudden rush of wind as he super-sped out the door.

"Let's get to work, Mr. Spencer. Lois, I'm afraid our
interview will have to wait until this is over," Karen said.

"I completely understand. Come on Shawn, Gus, Henry. Let's go
back to the Psych office and see what we can find," Lois said.

"Okay, but can we stop first and get some food? I haven't eaten
since this morning. Del Taco, anyone?" Shawn quipped.

"Shawn!" Henry said firmly.

"Dad, you know I can't focus on an empty stomach. Gus? Del
Taco?"

"You know, I could go for some Del Taco," Jimmy said.

"That's two votes. Come on, Gus, make it three," Shawn said
happily.

"Well, as long as Lois, Clark and Jimmy want it. Lois?" Gus
asked.

"Sure, why not? We can't write stories on an empty stomach,
either," she said. She looked up in time to see Clark walking
back in.

Shawn saw him, as well. Well, actually, he *saw* Clark adjust his
glasses and straighten his tie as he sauntered up to them.

"Clark, these guys want some Del Taco before we head back to
their detective agency. Sound good?" Lois asked.

"Sure. Sounds good," he answered. The team headed out to their
vehicles. Shawn and Jimmy headed back to the bike, but Henry
stopped them.

"Shawn, why don't you leave that *thing* here? Ride with me,"
Henry said.

"Dad, what about Jimmy?"

"He can ride with us, all right?" Henry said. Jimmy looked at
Shawn, who gave him a sympathetic look.

"All right, Dad. Fine. You win, again," Shawn said snidely.
Henry's face turned red, but he said nothing.

Jimmy silently got into Henry's truck with Shawn right behind.
Jimmy could tell there was a rift between father and son, and
sympathized with them both. He thought of his own father in the
NIA and smiled.

Lois and Clark climbed into the Echo with Gus. Clark re-adjusted
his tie as he sat down in the back seat. He felt a little
crushed, but didn't complain. Lois sat next to Gus with a small
frown.

"Um, Lois, are you all right?" Gus asked. She looked at him
then at her husband.

"Well," Lois started, turning back to Gus, "It's about what
Superman said. If Intergang was involved, then you two and the
SBPD have a huge problem. Intergang doesn't mess around."

"Then we'll do research," Gus said. Lois shook her head.

"You can look until your face turns blue, you won't find
much," she said. Gus turned to her.

"Why do people always say that?" He asked.

"Say what?" Clark queried.

"Until your face turns blue. It's only possible if you're cold
and or dead!" Gus said excitedly.

"Do you always get worked up like this when you're nervous?"
Lois asked.

Gus fell into silence for the rest of the ride, save the Del Taco
drive-thru so he could order. However, he wouldn't let Lois or
Clark eat anything in the car.

"It's a company car," he told them.

Jimmy, Shawn and Henry hopped out of the truck almost the second
they parked in front of the Psych office a few minutes later.
Gus, Lois and Clark were right behind, carrying the Del Taco bags
for everyone. They all converged on the door of Psych, but
stopped short when Shawn held up his hand. He suddenly *saw*
something out of place.

Shawn put his fingers to his temples, looking through the main
Psych window into the office. Papers were scattered over the
floor, both computers were gone. He turned his head and saw the
TV was bashed in and tsked.

"I'm sensing we are in for a messy surprise," Shawn said,
turning to the rest of them. Gus looked at him with
bewilderment.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

No one saw Clark pull down his glasses and x-ray the place. He
searched around then pushed his glasses back up; looking at Lois
with a dissatisfied look.

Henry took the lead, motioning the rest to stay back for the
moment. He motioned for Shawn to go around back, who did without
hesitation. When the pseudo-psychic disappeared, Henry carefully
opened the front door. He bitterly noticed Shawn hadn't locked
it, seeing as it wasn't bashed in or broken.

Continuing inside, he grabbed the spare gun that he'd hidden
inside just in case his son ever did get in hot water. He
silently scoffed. How many times *hadn't* Shawn gotten in hot
water over a case? Being kidnapped, shot, pistol whipped, etc.,
you'd think Shawn would've been in a mental institution.

He met Shawn's gaze, who shook his head. Henry motioned toward
the closet with the gun. Shawn saw it immediately.

"A gun?" he whispered vehemently, "Where'd that come from?"

"I put it under the cabinets in case you needed it," his dad
whispered back. Shawn stood, surprised.

Henry motioned again for Shawn to carefully open the closet door.
Shawn acknowledged him, albeit hesitantly. Shawn's hand gripped
the door knob and turned it slowly. In one swift motion, Shawn
pulled the door open and Henry aimed the gun into the darkness.

"Clear," Henry said quietly. He sighed and lowered the gun,
flipping the safety switch in the process.

"Dad, you put a gun in the office? If Gus found out, he'd go
berserk! He hates guns, especially with what happened to me over
the last couple of years," Shawn said in a normal voice.

"Well, what Gus doesn't know won't hurt him. You know how to
shoot one and I feel better knowing you have one nearby," Henry
said. He put the gun back where he'd hidden it, making sure
Shawn saw it.

"Fine. I'd better call Lassie and Jules and tell them what
happened," Shawn pulled out his iPhone and dialed the SBPD main
line. Buzz picked up after two rings.

"SBPD. This is Officer McNab," his voice said happily.

"Buzz! It's me, Shawn. How are you?"

"I'm all right, Shawn. How about you?"

"Well, that's why I'm calling. Are Jules and Lassie nearby?"
Shawn asked.

"No, they went off to follow a lead in another case. Why, did
you get a break in that murder case?" Buzz asked excitedly.

"We got a break, all right. A break-in. The Psych office is a
mess, both computers are gone," Shawn listed, but stopped and
looked again. He *saw* one of the papers. It wasn't part of the
files or his collection of movies he'd put in order of
sweetness. On his own header, with Psych scrawled across the top
in green, was a note. It was addressed to Shawn, Gus, Lois, Clark
and Jimmy.

"And a note. Buzz, come down here, and contact Jules and
Lassie," Shawn said.

"I'm on my way, Shawn," Buzz said and hung up. Shawn put his
iPhone back in his pocket and picked up the note with a tissue
from his desk. As he was reading it, the Daily Planet trio, Gus
and Henry walked in.

"What've you got, Shawn?" Gus asked, walking over.

"A note to all of us, except you, Dad," Shawn stated.

"What's it say, Shawn?" Jimmy asked.

Shawn stood for a moment studying the note with his *clue face*.
Clark looked at Henry with questioning eyes.

"We call that his clue face," Henry stated. Clark nodded with a
small smile. He turned his attention back to the psychic.

"This isn't good. It says if we don't leave well enough along,
the police won't ever find our bodies," Shawn said.

"Shawn, don't make up things," Gus assumed. Shawn handed over
the note to his best friend.

"I'm not," he said seriously.

"Gus, may I?" Clark asked. Gus nodded and handed the note to
Clark. Lois looked over his arm at the writing. She sighed
heavily.

"I'll call Perry. Clark, why don't you get in touch with
Superman? We may need him," Lois said, looking at her husband.
He nodded.

"Right, I'll be back in a few minutes," Clark said as he
walked outside. Shawn watched the mild-mannered reporter leave
the room. He reappeared in front of the window for a few seconds.
Shawn blinked and the reporter was gone.

"Wow, your husband moves quick," Shawn said to Lois.

"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.

"Shawn, focus," Henry ordered. He pointed around the room,
"What can you *sense* about this mess?"

Shawn put his fingers up to his temple, looking around the room.
Before he could say anything even remotely *psychic* like, the
door opened to reveal a red and yellow S on a blue outfit.

"Superman?" Shawn said out of context. He dropped his hand to
his side in surprise.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Clark told me about the break-in.
If I may, I'd like to scan the place and see if the culprits
left anything behind that you can't sense, Shawn," Clark said
in his best Superman voice.

"Be my guest, Superman. The fact that you're even in the Psych
office is just total awesomeness!" Shawn said happily. Clark
smiled.

He turned to the desks that Gus and Shawn used, scanning them
with his x-ray vision. In Gus' desk was a neatly stacked
assortment of pharmacy magazines, some samples of medications and
freeze dried pineapple pieces.

When he turned to Shawn's desk, he found a disorganized mess of
papers, paper clips, pens, pencils and assorted other bits and
pieces. Another drawer revealed something that resembled a
leftover pineapple smoothie and some fungus on top, with papers
sitting underneath the cup. He was about to turn to the TV when
he saw something else.

"Uh, oh," Clark said. He walked over, his cape fluttering
behind him, to Shawn's desk and opened the offending drawer.
Right there inside was a small, blinking device. Clark took it in
his hands and squeezed them tight together. The rest of the crowd
inside the office heard a small bang then saw smoke come out of
Superman's hands.

"My God, it was a bomb?" Henry asked, astonished.

"I'm afraid so," Clark said as the door opened again to reveal
Buzz and a few other cops right behind. The gentle officer
stopped short when he saw Superman standing there.

"Superman?" he asked in a whisper.

"Hi, there," Clark extended his hand, which was covered in
black smudges. Sheepishly, he wiped his hand off and offered it
again. Buzz took it with wonder.

"I'm Buzz McNab," he said.

"Hello, Buzz. I just found an incendiary device in Shawn's
desk. I handled it, but it's Intergang. They were the ones who
did this," Superman explained.

"You're sure, Superman?" Jimmy asked.

Clark walked over and cautiously took the note from Gus' hands.
He handed it over to Buzz with a worried glance, "This is how
I'm sure. Jimmy, take a picture."

Jimmy snapped a picture of the letter being held by Superman and
Buzz. Henry sat down in Shawn's chair in disbelief. Shawn sat on
top of his desk, while Gus sat in his chair. Lois settled on the
corner of Gus' desk. All were looking at Superman.

"To the psychic and his friends, I would suggest you forget
about investigating the murder of the store manager. It's none
of your concern. What happened to your office is only the tip of
the iceberg. Your computers are now in our hands, so we know
where you live, where your families live and where your friends
live. We, Intergang, suggest you stop now, or else," Superman
read from the letter.

Shawn secretly thanked his dad for the gun. He knew now he was
going to need it; badly.

Superman looked at Shawn with a serious look. Shawn looked down
at Superman's hands, the remains of soot still lingering. He
looked back up at Superman's eyes. That's when he stopped and
stared. Those eyes looked very familiar.

'Weird. His eyes look somewhat like,' Shawn thought, but was
interrupted by a flash of Jimmy's camera. Distracted, Shawn lost
his train of thought. He turned to Jimmy, who was pointing the
camera at him.

"Sorry, Shawn. I saw your clue face. I had to take a picture,"
Jimmy apologized.

"My clue ... Dad! Must you always call it my clue face?" Shawn
whined. Henry looked up at him but said nothing. Lois, Superman,
Jimmy and Buzz smiled.

"Spencer! What in the name of sweet Justice happened here?"
Lassie asked as he walked in.

"Intergang," Superman said. Lassiter stopped suddenly at the
sight of the superhero.

"Intergang? You mean the crime syndicate from Metropolis? What
would they be doing out here in Santa Barbara?" Lassie asked.

"That's the main question, Detective," Lois stated.

Superman looked out the window, hearing a call for help. He
turned back to the others in the room with a look on his face.
Lois knew immediately what that look was.

"I have to fly," Clark said apologetically. Lois looked at him
with a knowing gaze.

"I'll tell Clark what you found, Superman," she said. He
nodded in response, then turned to Lassiter, Juliet (who'd just
come in) and Buzz.

"Detectives, Officer McNab, I'm sure you want to write down
what's missing and take these people's statements. Goodbye for
now," he said.

The next thing they knew, a flurry of papers were swirling around
as he sped off toward the cries. Shawn smiled as he looked at
Lassiter. The child in Lassie was seen briefly by the faux
psychic. It disappeared quickly when Lassie looked at Shawn and
his goofy grin.

"What?" he spat.

Shawn just kept smiling, his eyes dancing. Lassiter ignored him
and walked over to the less insane one of the Psych duo. Buzz
followed with a notepad as Juliet started looking over the note.

"Guster, what's missing?" Carlton asked.

"Both of our computers. That's all. They didn't take anything
else of value," Gus said. He watched as Buzz wrote the info
down.

Twenty minutes later, the scene had been cleared. Forensics took
pictures and dusted for prints. Lassiter and Juliet stayed behind
as Buzz and the other uniforms went back to the station. Shawn
was now standing by Gus while Lois and Clark were sitting on top
of Shawn's desk. Jimmy sat in one of the leather covered seats
with Henry sitting in the other.

"Okay, so Intergang has ties here. Our vic, Charles Sansui, was
originally from Metropolis. He'd been in quite a lot of trouble
out there: armed robbery, assault, racketeering, and a whole slew
of other crimes," Lassiter explained.

"Plus," Juliet added, "He made a phone call to Metropolis
hours before his death to a Mindy Church. The one you claim is
the leader of Intergang."

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere," Shawn said. Gus looked at
him with a questioning look.

"Maybe we should stay off this case, Shawn. I don't want to be
the next victim on Intergang's list," he said worriedly.

"Gus, don't be a low rated B movie," Shawn said.

"I'm just saying that this Intergang sounds like they don't
mess around. Plus, they have our computers. Everything is on
those computers, Shawn. Everything," Gus said. He was raising
his eyebrows.

Shawn's eyes widened in realization. Everything meant his
private log that only he and Gus knew about. He'd been writing
lately about his adventures as a fake psychic and all the cases
he and Gus had solved. That meant that Intergang could expose him
for a fraud. The faux psychic sat down hard on the couch in
between Jimmy and his dad, a look of fear on his features.

'I'm in a lot of trouble,' Shawn thought.

Clark listened to Shawn's heartbeat; it was beating rapidly. He
knew the psychic was nervous. He didn't blame him, either. It
was Intergang, after all. Clark made a silent promise to protect
them all.

The secret superhero looked around as Lassiter spoke about all
the SBPD could get on Intergang and Mindy Church, which wasn't
much. Clark could see Juliet looking at Shawn with love and
worry. Gus was pacing back and forth, worry creasing his dark
features. Lois was listening intently to Lassiter's
explanation.

"So, we have very little to go on. Unless you three can give us
more input," Juliet said, looking at Lois, Clark and Jimmy in
order.

"Well, let me call in a favor," Jimmy said suddenly. Clark gave
him a smile.

"Is he in the country?" he asked the photographer.

"Does it matter, CK? He could get information no matter where he
is," Jimmy said as he pulled out his smart phone. Tapping the
screen a few times, they all heard a few beeps then a ring.

"Jimmy? What's going on, Son?" his dad asked from the phone
screen.

"Hey, Dad. Listen, I've got a question. Could you get some
information for us?"

"Us? Who else is there, Jimbo?" Jack asked curiously. Jimmy
smiled and turned the phone to face Lois and Clark.

"Hi, Jack!" Lois said. Clark waved politely.

"Lois, Clark. How are you two?"

"We're all right, Jack. Listen, we need information on
Intergang. As much as possible," Lois said.

"Intergang? Having some trouble there in Metropolis?"

"We aren't in Metropolis. We're in Santa Barbara,
California," Jimmy said as he turned the phone back to himself.

"Santa Barbara, huh? Are you near a computer, Jimmy?" Jack
asked.

"No. We're at a private detective office. Their computers were
stolen by Intergang. My phone has Internet, though," he
answered.

"No good. You need a secure computer. Once you get there, call
me again. I'll send all the info you need on Mindy Church and
Intergang. Until then, I'll hang up. Bye, everyone," Jack said
as his picture disappeared.

"How is your dad going to get information that we can't get?"
Carlton asked the young man.

Jimmy stayed silent as he got up and walked toward the door. He
turned back with a question of his own.

"Where's the nearest computer?" he asked with a smile on his
face.

It was an hour later back at the SBPD, where Jimmy was sitting in
front of Carlton's computer. On the screen of his phone was his
dad; on the screen of the computer was file upon file of
Intergang's activities. Murders, robberies, racketeering and so
on. Carlton stood in awe of all the information that Jimmy's dad
had gotten.

"How did he get all this?" Lassie asked.

"Go ahead and tell them, Jimmy. I'm not Clandestine anymore,"
Jack said over the phone.

"All right," Jimmy said, turning to the detectives, "my dad is
in the NIA. He's been an agent for almost 25 years."

"The NIA? He's an agent?" Shawn asked. He'd been gleaning
information from the screen the whole time, but was caught off
guard.

"Yes, that's correct, Mr. Spencer," Jack said. Jimmy held up
the phone for Shawn to look at.

"Dad, thanks for all this info. This should be enough to help
the SBPD and Psych with their case," Jimmy said, turning the
phone back to him. His dad smiled.

"No problem, Jim. I might be in Metropolis soon. I'll call
you," Jack said. He disappeared off screen and the phone went
black.

"Not one for gushy goodbyes, huh?" Henry asked.

"He never was, Mr. Spencer," Jimmy said as he clicked on
another document. Shawn kept gleaning more and more. There was so
much information that it was actually giving Shawn a headache.

"Wow, I'm not sure if it's all the excitement, or what, but
I'm getting one major headache," he said; his hand to his
temple.

"Wait!" Clark said. He pointed to a particular passage about
Santa Barbara being within Intergang's boundaries, "There's
part of our answer."

"Santa Barbara, being a West Coast region, is perfect for
smuggling weapons according to an inside informant. Intergang, on
several occasions, has hijacked ships off shore containing
weaponry ranging from AK-47s to RPGs," Gus read from the
screen.

"What's that got to do with the murder of Charles Sansui?"
Juliet asked.

"There," Lois pointed, "Charles Sansui was a sergeant for the
Metropolis Police Department a few years ago. He was tried and
convicted for racketeering and spent three years in prison for
it. After he was released, he moved to Santa Barbara to start
over. Unfortunately," she looked at the rest of them, "when
you're in Intergang, the only way out is death."

"Looks like someone decided he wasn't useful anymore,"
Lassiter said.

"Now we just need the Who," Henry said.

"What does the band have to do with this case, Dad? Albeit a
good band, no, a great band. Gus, can you get tickets to that
tribute concert?" Shawn asked.

"He means the person who actually murdered our victim," Gus
stated, annoyance in his voice.

"Right. I knew that. All right, then, let's start looking for
who did it," Shawn stammered.

"I'll be right back. I just have to, um, use the facilities,"
Clark said suddenly. Lois could see the look in his eyes, telling
her he had to fly.

"Down the hall, down the stairs and to the left," Juliet said.

"Thank you, Detective O'Hara," Clark said as he rushed down
the hall. Shawn kept a close eye on him. Something just didn't
seem to set right with the faux psychic about this Clark.
Something was off. Way off.

He saw Clark disappear around the corner near the holding cells.
Looking back at the detectives, he didn't see Clark sneak back
up and out the door.

Where was Clark heading? According to the files, a small shipping
port about five miles away had been a hub, at one point, of
smuggling activity. He wanted to check out if maybe, just maybe,
Intergang was still there.

'Maybe Mindy's running things from Metropolis, but she's bound
to have a commander here in Santa Barbara,' Clark thought as he
spun into his Superman costume. He took off toward the west and
the port.

Landing near the warehouse that resided near the port, he
carefully snuck around as Clark. He knew if anyone was there and
saw Superman, they'd run; letting the Metropolis chapter know
that Superman wasn't in the city. All hell would break loose.

Around a corner, Clark scanned the site. Right in front of him, a
smuggling operation was underway. A closer view (thanks to his
telescopic vision) showed drugs. Cocaine, at that. Clark x-rayed
inside and saw possibly two, three tons of the white powder. Well
over 10 million dollars-worth.

"Don't move," came a voice. Clark could feel cold metal touch
the back of his head. A gun. He turned slowly to see a scruffy
man with a five day shadow on his face. Clark's hands went up
quietly.

"Come on, we're going to take a tour of our facilities. You'll
get to meet our boss," the man said. He nudged Clark along with
the gun.

Clark knew that if he timed it just right, he could run and
disappear. They wouldn't find him until the SBPD had arrived.
When they walked inside the building, however, Clark felt pain.
Sudden, gut wrenching pain.

'Kryptonite?' he thought.

"Clark Kent? What are you doing here in Santa Barbara?" came a
young woman's voice. Clark struggled slightly to look up and see
none other than Mindy Church walk out of a makeshift office.

"Mindy Church. I'm here on a story," Clark said. The
Kryptonite was affecting him just enough to inhibit his powers.

"A story? Well, Mr. Clark Kent, I have a kind of a thought. You
should become the story. Tie him up near the Kryptonite. Wherever
Clark Kent is, Superman isn't far behind," Mindy said.

Clark was pushed over to the main storage of his home planet.
That's when he felt a shock to his system as the butt of the
man's gun whipped him across the back of his head. Clark went
down easy; blackness filling his eyesight.

"Good night, Mr. Kent," Mindy said to the quiet male frame on
the floor. The other man picked up the limp body and tied the
secret hero up to a chair. The Kryptonite nearby glowed bright
green, but the man and Mindy paid no attention.

"Boss, whadda we do with him?" the man asked.

"Leave him. Superman will eventually show up to save his
reporter friend. In the mean time, get those boys out there to
move faster. Then head back to that Psych office place and take
care of that psychic and his family and friends. Got it?" Mindy
spat.

"Yes, Ma'am, Mrs. Church," he said. He then ran out to get the
crew to work faster.

Back at the SBPD, the team sat in the conference room, going over
the files that they could print out. Jimmy had a few files in his
hand, sighing as he looked at the others.

"There's just so much here. It would take years to sort all
this information out," he said as he put down those few files
and picked up another.

"Maybe we should stop looking at papers and actually go search
for them. We have a few locations among these papers. We should
check those out," Shawn said.

Henry looked at his son, but another question entered his mind.
He looked at Lois, "Where's that husband of yours? He
should've been back by now, I'd imagine."

"I'm sure he's all right. He probably went to call Perry about
all this. Shawn's right, though. We should be out there, not in
here," she answered.

"No offense, Mrs. Kent, but you aren't a police officer. You
and Jimmy stay here while we go look. Spencer, Guster, you ride
with O'Hara and McNab. Henry, you're riding with me," Lassiter
said as he stood up.

"Excuse me, Detective Lassiter, but I know I'm not a cop. I
happen to be an investigative reporter on assignment here. Now, I
would demand a little respect from you. Also, you have no right
to call me Mrs. Kent! I am Ms. Lane to you. Is that clear,
detective?" Lois suddenly stated.

Lassiter was taken aback at the boldness of the ace reporter. He
merely nodded.

Karen walked out of the conference room ahead of the pack. She
walked over to Officer Buzz McNab, who was sitting at his desk
writing furiously.

"McNab, you're coming with us," she said.

Buzz looked up at his name, "Me? I get to go?"

"Yes, McNab. You passed the exam, so it's time for you to get
the experience of being a detective," Carlton looked at the
goofy grin that was now plastered on Buzz's face, "and wipe
that grin off your face! Rule number one, you don't smile like a
little kid. Keep a serious face at all times."

Buzz's smile melted immediately as he stood up, "Yes, Sir.
What's Rule number 2?"

"Never ask. I'll tell you along the way," the head detective
said as he walked out the door. Juliet tapped Buzz on the
shoulder.

"Buzz, don't listen to his ridiculous rules. Just be yourself
and you'll be a great detective. Shawn, Gus, Henry, let's go.
Lois, Jimmy, please stay here," she said.

Shawn jumped up, but glanced over at Lois. He *saw* the nervous
twitch again in Lois' fingers, plus the worry that was creasing
her features.

'Wonder what she's worried about?' he thought to himself as he
walked out of the station behind the detectives, his dad and Gus.
As he climbed into the squad car that Buzz was driving, he
wondered what had happened to Clark. His mind flashed back to
when Clark had excused himself and *saw* what was on the screen.

"Jules, Buzz, wait! Go on without me. I've got to get something
back at that Psych office," Shawn lied.

"Shawn, the Psych office is trashed. What could you possibly
need from there?" Gus asked.

"Dude, I need some pineapple. We still never ate. Don't worry,
I'll be fine!" Shawn said as he got out of the car. He watched
as Buzz drove off behind Lassie and his dad. He grabbed his
helmet, jumped on his bike and drove off toward the ports near
the edge of town. He knew where to look first.

Clark woke up, realizing he was stilled tied up. With the
Kryptonite nearby, Clark's super powers weren't going to return
easily. He tried to pull on the rope, but it only tightened
around his wrists, nearly cutting off his circulation.

He looked around, seeing only darkness minus the green glow of
Kryptonite. Sighing, he tried to see into the darkness. He saw an
outline of a female figure walking toward him.

"Lois?" he asked weakly. A laugh followed, signaling to Clark
it wasn't his wife.

"No, I'm afraid I'm not your precious wifey, Mr. Kent. I'm
rather surprised that Superman hasn't come to save you yet,"
Mindy said as she walked out of the shadows.

"I haven't called for him. He won't come if I don't call. No
matter what you do," Clark said bravely. Mindy laughed again.

"You mean to tell me that you're not going to call on Big Boy
Blue? Oh, that's just a shame. Things don't look good for you,
Mr. Kent," she said creepily. Clark shivered visibly.

"Are you cold, Clark?" Mindy asked.

Clark said nothing as pain rushed through his head. Mindy hit him
with the butt of a pistol to his right temple. Something trickled
down his cheek; blood. Mindy laughed as she walked away.

'Great, now I'm bleeding,' Clark thought bitterly. He looked
around, checking out what surrounded him. Besides the green
glowing rocks, there were cases marked with shipping codes. He
gathered they were to be sent to the Middle East; and he sighed.

Two miles away from the port, Shawn had stopped at a red light,
looking around at the store fronts for the beach. His mind
wandered for a minute, wondering what Lois and Clark were hiding.
The weird exits, the blue undershirt, the way Lois twitched when
Clark would disappear. It just didn't make sense.

A car horn beeped behind Shawn, signaling the light had changed.
The Norton roared as he drove down the road toward the address he
*saw* on Lassie's screen. It was just up ahead, where there
seemed to be no activity. He hoped he wasn't too late.

Stopping a few hundred yards away, he shut his cycle off. He
wanted to have the element of surprise just in case there were
people in the warehouse that sat on the edge of the shore. It was
a boating warehouse; one that had been used for shipping car
parts in the 60s, but now sat abandoned.

Sneaking around the corner, Shawn stopped when he saw a tall,
blonde woman in a red dress and red heels talking to a few guys
near shipping crates. He *saw* the codes, knowing immediately
they were to be shipped out to the Middle Eastern countries.

'Weapons,' he thought as he walked around another corner.

He continued on, carefully checking before making a mad dash to
the open garage type door in the front of the warehouse. The men
and the lady were busy looking out to the ocean, where a ship was
slowly coming into port. He gathered that he probably only had
about ten minutes to find Clark, rescue him, call for Superman,
then get the hell out.

Shawn snuck around the office, gathering evidence with his memory
to *divine* later on. He snuck around the corner and stopped at
what he saw. Clark was tied to a chair, blood on his cheek and
surrounded by glowing green rocks. He ran over to the reporter;
quickly trying to untie the knots that held Clark steadfast.

"Shawn? Is that you?" Clark asked weakly.

"Yeah, Clark. What is all this?" Shawn asked of the rocks.

"Kryptonite. It's meant for Superman," Clark answered. Shawn
stopped and faced Clark with a shocked expression.

"Kryptonite? Can't that stuff kill him?"

"Yes, if he's exposed long enough. Help me get out of here so
we can warn the others," Clark said. Shawn continued to pry the
rope off Clark's hands.

Resorting to last minute thoughts, Shawn pulled out his trusty
Swiss and began to cut the rope. Afterward, he went to move Clark
and accidently cut two buttons off his shirt. The off white panel
opened in front of Shawn's eyes. The big red and yellow S shield
stood out before him.

"Oh, my God. That's why it's a blue undershirt! You wear
Superman pajamas!" Shawn stated. Clark stopped short, giving
Shawn a strange look.

"Um, no. Shawn, listen, we have to get out of here. I'll
explain later, but right now, I have to get away from that
Kryptonite," Clark said. The reporter took off his glasses and
ran behind some lead crates (that happened to be conveniently
nearby). There, he sat and took a few deep breaths as Shawn took
in what he saw.

"You're, you're him, aren't you? You're Superman. I, I
don't believe it. A mild mannered reporter is really a
superhero? This is just awesomeness!" Shawn exclaimed quietly.

"It won't be awesome until I recover from the radiation. That
Kryptonite is powerful stuff. Shawn, you can't tell anyone, you
know that, right?"

"What about Gus? I don't keep secrets from him. We made that
promise a few years ago," Shawn said.

"Does he know you're not a real psychic?" Clark announced.

"What are you talking about?" Shawn asked, flabbergasted.

"I could tell by your heart rate. I've met a real psychic
before, and every time she'd get a vision, her heart rate would
speed up. Yours remains steady," Clark explained.

Shawn's face fell slightly at the catch, "All right, you win.
You're right, I'm not. I'm hyper observant. My father taught
me when I was young," he admitted.

"I can feel my powers coming back. Let's get out of here,"
Clark said as he stood up. He spun to reveal the entire suit and
the slicked back hair that was now as famous as the shield. Shawn
stood in awe once again.

"Dude, you've got great hair. Almost as good as mine," Shawn
said with a smirk.

"We can talk about hair later. Come on, I'll fly you out and
we'll find the detectives. Where are Lois and Jimmy?"

"Back at the station. At least, I think they are," Shawn said
as he felt himself being lifted into the sky by strong arms.
Sufficed to say, it felt a little strange to be carried by
Superman.

"Knowing Lois, they aren't sitting where you left them. They
probably left right after the lot of you did."

They flew back to the station, where they landed behind the
building. Superman became Clark once again after spinning in
front of Shawn. That's when he stopped the fake psychic.

"Shawn, I am serious about this. You can't tell anyone. The
less people who know, the better," he said.

"Again, I can't keep secrets from Gus. Lassiter, Jules and the
Chief, I can. My dad is a different matter. He's probably
already figured it out himself," Shawn stated.

"You think so?" Clark asked.

"Hey, he taught me how to be observant. He's the same. I'd be
surprised if he hasn't yet," Shawn said as he walked into the
station.

"Somehow, I'm hoping you're wrong. Your dad is a little
scary."

"You don't know the half of it," Shawn said as they made their
way to the conference room. Inside sat Jimmy, but no Lois.

Clark walked in, the blood still on his face, yet dry. Jimmy saw
it immediately.

"CK! Are you all right?" he asked.

"Jimmy, where's Lois?" Clark asked. The look in Jimmy's eyes
said it all. She'd gone off by herself again.

"Where'd she go, Jimmy?" Shawn questioned the
photojournalist.

Lassie, Jules, Henry, Gus and Buzz were walking back to their
cars after discovering another dead end near the warehouse
district. Lassiter looked at the list with a scowl. He knew this
all was a long shot. When his cell rang, Carlton groaned as he
looked at the caller ID.

"Spencer," he grumbled as he flipped it open, "What?" he
spat.

"Lassie, is that any way to talk to your favorite psychic?"
Shawn asked.

"Spencer, what do you want? We're busy trying to find Mr. Kent
and a possible smuggling operation while you're getting a
snack!"

"Actually, I never did eat. Clark is right here with me, but we
have two problems. One, you are no where near the smuggling
operations, and two, Mrs. Kent wouldn't be with you, would
she?"

"No, of course not! We wouldn't bring a civilian along with
us!" Lassie said.

"Then she's missing. She left after we did, heading toward
where I found Clark about twenty minutes ago. The former shipping
warehouse near 5<SUP>th</SUP> and Main is where the Intergang
activity is. A weapons smuggling operation," Shawn said.

"How do you know all that?" Lassie asked. He could hear Shawn
on the other end sighing.

"Lassie-face, do you have to ask me that? I think you know how.
Listen, Mr. Kent can get in touch with Superman, we may need
him," Shawn said, looking at Clark. Jimmy looked up at the both
of them, his eyes full of worry for Lois.

Lassiter sighed, but nodded, "All right, Spencer. Tell Mr. Kent
to do so. We'll head to ... wait, what's the address of this
warehouse?"

Shawn closed his eyes, recalling the picture of the computer
screen, "Uh, 56543 5<SUP>th</SUP> Street," he said as he opened
his eyes.

"Right, we're on our way. Tell Clark to tell Superman to meet
us there," Lassie said, then hung up without so much as a thank
you.

Clark looked at Shawn and nodded, knowing he had to leave. He
turned to Jimmy and smiled, "Jimmy, it's not your fault. You
know how Lois is. I'm going to contact Superman and have him
meet the others. Why don't you go with Shawn?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. You'll get some juicy pictures for
your stories. I'm taking a psychic stab at this, but I believe
your boss will be pleased as pie for two stories," Shawn said.

"Isn't it pleased as punch?" Jimmy asked.

"I've heard it both ways," Shawn answered. He received a
confused look from the young photojournalist.

"I'll meet you both out there," Clark said. He walked out with
Shawn right behind. Jimmy lagged back to gather his camera
equipment.

"Clark, be careful around all that Kryptonym," Shawn warned.

"It's Kryptonite, Shawn, and I will. Thanks," Clark said,
rushing down the hall toward the doors. After a few seconds,
Shawn heard a faint Whoosh as the Man of Steel took off into the
blue haven above.

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Lois sat in the same chair her
husband had been in less than forty minutes earlier. Her hands
were tied behind her back, her feet tied together and she was
gagged with duct tape. Mindy Church stood nearby with a wicked
smile on her red lipstick mouth.

"I'm not sure how your husband escaped, Ms. Lane, but I'm sure
you won't. I really hope Superman shows to save you. I've got
one heck of a present waiting for him," she gestured toward the
Kryptonite that lay nearby.

"Mmmm mmm, hmm, hmm mmm," Lois mumbled. Mindy looked as
confused as ever.

"I don't know what you just said, but it doesn't really
matter. I win. Time to get those crates loaded. Goodbye, Ms.
Lane," she said as she pushed a few buttons nearby. That's when
Lois heard the faint beeping sound of a bomb. Despite herself,
she gulped and squeaked in the chair.

'Every time I get myself into this mess. If that bomb goes off,
not only will I be killed, but that Kryptonite will go
everywhere. Clark won't know what hit him,' she thought to
herself bitterly.

Mindy walked outside, pleased with herself at the way things were
going. Yes, she'd lost Clark Kent, somehow, but now that Lois
was in her clutches, she was positive that Superman would show to
save her.

Clark landed carefully near the warehouse, this time scanning it
from the outside. There was Lois inside, right by the Kryptonite.
His super hearing picked up a beeping sound, which made him shift
his focus toward a small box sitting on top of a crate near his
wife.

"Great, a bomb," Clark said quietly. Sighing, Clark walked
steadily forward, keeping his body shielded with the lead crates
that were in between him and the green rocks. He turned when he
heard a few cars pull up behind him. There were the police, Gus
and a taxi cab right behind them.

As stealthily as a cat, Lassiter and Juliet ran up behind
Superman with guns drawn. Henry and Gus lagged back a bit, but
Jimmy and Shawn were right behind the two detectives. Lassiter's
face remained like stone as he nodded to Superman.

"Superman, what's going on around here?" he asked.

"Lois is inside, tied up. Unfortunately, there are two problems.
One is there is a bomb ticking away near her, the other is that
she's surrounded by Kryptonite. Mindy Church is near the dock
directing her men to load crates onto that ship," Superman
explained.

"All right. We'll contact the bomb squad. O'Hara, go around
the other side, just in case there are more Intergang members
hiding somewhere. Be careful," Lassie ordered.

Juliet nodded and walked off, her gun held out in front of her
like she'd learned so long ago at the academy. She didn't let
it show, but she was nervous.

"Superman, is there any way you can get to those lead crates
inside?" Shawn asked. The hero turned to him.

"Yeah. I already know what you're thinking, Shawn. Problem is,
I don't know what those crates contain. They could be full of
Kryptonite. Unless," Superman's voice went silent as he slowly
walked around the corner. Lassiter, Shawn and Jimmy followed
close behind.

"Shawn! Stay here!" Henry called out. His son ignored him and
went on. Without another word, Henry pulled his gun he was
carrying in his jeans. Motioning to Gus to stay back, he walked
behind the others as stealthily as he had when he was still a
cop.

Gus stood for a moment by his Echo, thinking about the situation.
He looked around, seeing Juliet in the distance sneaking around
the other side of the warehouse opposite Lassiter and the others.
Without analyzing what he should do and what he shouldn't, Gus
walked toward the rest of the group in 'Jackal' mode; stealthy
and slow.

Clark stopped just outside the warehouse door; just enough
distance away from the Kryptonite not to feel it's effects. He
turned to Carlton with a look of concern.

"Detective, you're going to have to rescue Lois. I'll try and
diffuse the bomb from here. Did you call for backup?"

"Yes. They're on their way along with the bomb squad and SWAT.
They should be here momentarily," Lassiter said.

"Lassiter, take this. You'll be able to cut through the ropes
quicker," Henry said as he handed his Swiss to the detective.

"Thanks, Henry. Spencer, this goes against every bone in my
body, but here," Lassiter took out his other gun and handed it
to the faux psychic, "take this gun. I want you and your dad to
go around the other side and assist O'Hara while Superman and I
take care of the situation in here."

Shawn stood speechless for a moment, but recovered quickly when
his dad pulled him along. As quickly and quietly as his father,
Shawn moved over the cement like he'd been doing it for years.
Lassiter, although he'd never admit it, was actually impressed
with Shawn's moves.

Juliet was in one spot, watching Mindy Church direct her peons to
move faster. The tension the female detective felt could've been
cut with a knife. She heard a whispered voice behind her. Her
breath caught in her throat.

"Jules, it's me," came Shawn's voice, a little louder. Juliet
breathed out slowly as relief washed over her.

"Shawn, what are you doing over here? You should be by the
cars," she whispered back, turning at the same time. She was met
with the sight of not only her boyfriend, but his father standing
right next to them. Both had guns.

"Where'd you get a gun?" she asked the pseudo-psychic.

"Lassiter," his dad answered.

Her eyes got wide with shock, "Carlton gave you a gun? How'd
you manage that?"

"He just handed it over," Shawn whispered back.

"Get back!" Henry whispered, pulling his son back, who, in
turn, pulled Juliet back.

"What was that for?" Shawn whispered vehemently.

"Because that Mindy was looking this way. Come on, we have to
check on Lassiter and Superman," Henry said, subconsciously
taking the lead.

On the other side, Superman was trying to burn the wires that
were connected to the bomb, while Carlton was cutting the ropes
that held Lois. He'd already removed the duct tape, so Lois was
giving him the run down on the situation.

"Weapons smuggling. They're sending everything to the Middle
East in those unassuming crates," Lois said.

Lassiter said nothing as the last strand of rope was severed. He
carefully grabbed Lois by the arm and escorted her out the door.
Superman stood nearby, his face screwed up in concentration as he
focused on the bomb. It now had thirty seconds left.

"We've got to get away from this building. Superman, if that
thing explodes, that Kryptonite will be blown right along with
it. You'll be exposed to thousands of pieces at once, like when
you were hit with that nuclear bomb," Lois said. Carlton wasn't
sure, but he swore he heard a loving sound in the female
reporter's voice.

"Right. You and I will fly back to the SBPD. Detective, I would
suggest you," Superman started, but was stopped not only by the
bomb squad moving in, but another sight nearby. Mindy Church was
standing by the opposite corner. A gun was in her hand, pointing
to the head of Shawn's partner, Gus.

"Hello, Superman. Looks like I've got a better hostage. I
recognize this man from the papers. A psychic detective," Mindy
said, gesturing toward Gus.

"I'm not a psychic, just a private detective," Gus said in
fear.

"Oh, well, that doesn't matter. You're good enough for a
hostage. Bet you can't save him, Superman. Not with that bomb
about to go off."

"Mindy, let him go," Superman tried to reason with the evil
blonde.

"Ha! I'm not going to listen to some fly boy with big muscles.
This dark brown man is coming with me. Don't try to stop me,"
Mindy said, turning to walk away. Everyone suddenly heard a shot
and watched as Mindy dropped her gun in pain. Shawn came out of
nowhere, gun pointed at Mindy. He'd hit her hand with pinpoint
accuracy. Gus ran back to Lassie, then past to a garbage can
nearby.

"Spencer? How'd you hit her without hitting Guster?" Lassie
asked with surprise.

"I could sense that Gus needed help, so I asked the spirits to
guide the bullet to her hand," Shawn answered. Lassiter could
almost hear a mocking tone behind it, but chose to ignore it.

Juliet come from the corner with Henry. She picked up Mindy and
cuffed her hands together with a smile. She looked at Shawn with
a smile.

"Good shot, Shawn," she awarded. Henry smiled a half smile at
his son, but let it disappear before it was noticed by anyone
else.

"Bomb's clear!" came a voice from inside. A tall, gentle man
walked out with a smile.

"Buzz? Where were you?" Shawn asked as he handed the gun back
to Lassiter. The detective took it back gingerly, feeling the
heat from the freshly fired weapon.

"I ran back to the car to radio the bomb squad and backup. Oh,
and I also arrested about five guys who were loading the crates
after that woman walked away," Buzz said, pointing to Mindy.

"Where are they now?" Carlton asked. Buzz turned toward the
five squad cars that had somehow appeared silently during the
whole ordeal.

"Over there with a few of the other officers. We're gathering
the rest, but I came in here to assist the bomb squad. Chief's
orders."

"I think we should all go back to the station. This has been one
long day," Lois said. She looked up hopefully at Superman, who
nodded.

"Right, Lois. I'll take you back there so you can find Clark
and give your statement. Thank you all for all you did today,"
he said, looking at Shawn especially. The faux psychic nodded
with a small smile.

Jimmy walked out behind Buzz, his camera capturing the moments
instantaneously. He dropped the camera to his chest and smiled
wide. Lois, Clark and Shawn knew he had lots of pictures to offer
Perry for both stories. Shawn walked up to Superman and stuck out
his hand.

"Superman, thank you for the experience. You do still owe us a
picture, however," he reminded the Man of Steel. Superman
laughed.

"That I do. I'll meet you tomorrow morning at your office. By
the way, is Gus all right?" Clark said with sudden concern as he
watched Gus walk back to the Echo. Shawn chuckled.

"He'll be fine. His anxiety gets the best of him when he's
been taken hostage," Shawn partially joked.

"I take it this has happened before?" Lois asked.

"Yeah, by a bank robber who wasn't really a bank robber, a fake
private eye, a," Shawn listed.

"Okay, I think I get it. See you back at the station, Shawn.
Detectives," Lois said politely. She then turned to Jimmy,
"Jimmy, ride back with the detectives. We'll go over the
pictures tonight at the hotel."

Jimmy nodded, "Right, Lois. I'm hoping CK is back at the
station," he said.

"I'm sure he is, Jimmy," Shawn said.

Back at the SBPD the next morning, the Psych team, the Daily
Planet trio and the SBPD team stood in the conference room. Shawn
motioned for Clark to follow him, then walked out toward the
parking lot. Clark was behind him within seconds. When they
reached the outside, Shawn turned to the undercover superhero.

"Clark, I know you've said that I can't tell anyone. I
understand that request, but I don't know if I can keep
something this big from Gus," he said.

"I understand that. Do you think Gus could handle it?" Clark
asked in defeat. He knew that Shawn would tell Gus, even if he'd
told the faux psychic not to.

"Yeah. He knows about me and he's kept it quiet. It'll take
him a couple of days to get used to it, but afterward, he'll be
fine," Shawn assured Clark. The Man of Steel nodded.

"All right, but, let me tell him," Clark said. Shawn laughed
lightly, agreeing with Clark. Gus would so be ecstatic!

The aforementioned man walked out of the station at that moment
with a small smile on his face. Gus walked to the Echo, then
turned toward Shawn and Clark. Lois had walked out right after
him, heading toward her husband. She turned to Shawn with a
knowing grin.

Shawn looked back at Gus, who was getting into the Blueberry. He
turned back to Clark and Lois.

"You know, don't you, Lois? I guess it should be obvious,
but," Shawn started.

"Yes, Shawn. Clark told me last night you figured it out. Um,
you don't think you're dad knows, do you?"

"Knows what?" came Henry's voice. He walked up behind the
couple with a slight grin. Shawn thought of something on the
spot.

"Knows that we are running late for pancakes. Anyone?
Pancakes?" Shawn asked. Clark chuckled at Shawn's distraction.

"We'll meet you two at the Psych office. Our flight leaves
tomorrow morning, and I know there are some things we need to
finish. Like your interviews!" Clark said.

"See you soon! Wait, what about the Chief, Dad, Lassie and
Jules? What about their interviews?" Shawn asked.

"Before you and Gus came in at about noon, we'd already taken
care of the interviews. We just have you and Gus to go. Plus, we
have enough for two stories, three parts each," Lois stated.

Shawn looked at his father, who was still standing behind the
Daily Planet duo. Henry's face said it all. He knew. Shawn shook
his head. He'd never admit it out loud, but his dad was really
good. Really, really good. Really, really, really ... okay, he
was just great.

Clark, Lois, Gus, Shawn, Jimmy and Henry went back to the Psych
office to finish up the last minute interviews and pictures for
the paper. It was when Clark excused himself to make a phone call
that Shawn pulled his dad to the side, away from Gus' and
Jimmy's ears.

"You know, don't you?" he asked behind the closed wall by the
kitchen of the office. His dad looked at him knowingly.

"Of course I do. A mild mannered reporter moonlights in tights.
I figured it out the first time he disappeared two days ago. His
blue undershirt gave him away," Henry said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'll be sure to tighten my tie better, Mr. Spencer,"
came a whispering voice. Shawn turned to see Superman behind him.
He smiled at the Man of Steel.

Jimmy walked in before another word was spoken. Seeing the
superhero, he grinned widely.

"Superman, how about that picture with Shawn and Gus?" he
asked.

"I did promise that, didn't I?" Clark said in his best
superhero voice.

"You sure did, Superman. Come on, let's go outside in front of
the Psych window. It'll be dope!" Shawn said.

"Dope? Isn't that a term from the 80s?" Jimmy asked.

"Dude, aren't you from the 80s?" Shawn queried.

"Well, yeah, but I don't use 80s terms anymore. I've kind of
gotten into the computer age," Jimmy answered.

"Computers are way too advanced for me. I only use them for
email, internet searches and occasionally a paperweight on a
windy day," Shawn said.

"Shawn!" Gus said. He and Superman were standing by the door.

"Oh, right. Superman, after you," Shawn said as he gestured out
the door. The Man of Steel led the way, with Shawn, Gus, then
Jimmy following behind. Lois and Henry stayed inside the office.

"Henry, you know about my husband, don't you?" Lois asked
suddenly as Shawn and Gus posed beside Superman.

"Yep. I have to admit, he puts on a good act," the former
detective admitted.

"So does your son. This "psychic" thing seems to be working
for him," Lois said, using air quotes around psychic.

Henry looked at Lois with a worried glance, "Look, I know that
him saying he's a psychic probably wasn't the best of ideas in
the first place, but," he lowered his voice, "he's damn good
at it. You aren't going to print anything, are you? About him
not being psychic, I mean."

"If we did, it would give you guys reason to reveal Clark's
secret. I think we can write the story without exposing Shawn.
He's good at what he does. So are you. You trained him well,"
Lois said as Shawn leapt into Superman's arms like he'd just
been rescued. Jimmy's face lit up with a wide goofy grin as he
snapped another few pictures. She turned back to Henry.

"Don't worry, Lois. Your secret is safe with me. That is a
guarantee," he said honestly.

The boys walked in at that moment, letting the promise hang in
the air like a sweet smelling air freshener. Shawn shook
Superman's hand, then turned to Jimmy.

"Jimmy, why don't you and I take a quick ride on my bike once
more before you leave? I have to show you the beach," Shawn
said.

"Sure! That is, if I can?" Jimmy looked at Lois with a puppy
dog look.

Lois laughed at the photographer's methods and nodded, "Sure,
why not? Just be careful! Perry would kill us if something
happened to you," she said.

Shawn and Jimmy left with their helmets and Jimmy's camera,
while Gus stayed behind to finish things up. He opened his new
laptop, silently thanking himself for setting up a real insurance
policy, and sat down in his seat. Henry left the two reporters
and Gus alone, heading home to get some sleep.

"Gus? Listen, we have something to tell you," Superman said.
Gus looked up with a curious look.

"What's that, Superman?" he asked. Clark took a deep breath
and began to tell his story. By the end, Gus was in on the
secret, and super shocked. He also promised he wouldn't say
anything except to Shawn about the whole conversation.

Clark and Lois left a little later with Jimmy right behind. Shawn
sat down in his chair with a huge grin.

"Well, what'd you think about Clark?" he asked.

"I think he's ... super," Gus said.

"Yeah, Man. He's definitely a super person. A super reporter. A
super husb," Shawn started.

"Shawn!" Gus warned. Shawn stopped talking and began typing on
his new net book. He looked up at Gus a few minutes later and
smiled. This was possibly the most awesomest week of their
lives!

[[Epilogue]]

Shawn and Gus were at the Psych office after another murder case
had been solved by the entire team. Juliet sat right by Shawn,
eating a piece of pineapple upside down cake; giving her
boyfriend looks of happiness. Secretly, she was thankful that
this cake had been bought at a store, not made in the Easy Bake
Oven Shawn had bought online for 300 smackers.

The door opened and closed in the waiting room, making the three
look up at the doorway. A courier came waltzing in with a package
and a clipboard. He turned to Gus with a fake smile.

"Hello, Sir. I have a package for Burton Guster and Shawn
Spencer?" he asked politely. Gus nodded.

"I'm Burton Guster. Who's the package from?"

"Um," the young man read the address, "Metropolis. The Daily
Planet, actually," he said.

"I'll sign for it, my good man," Shawn said in a fake British
accent. The man gave Shawn the clipboard, who signed it with a
Psych pen. He then handed the board, and the pen, back to the
courier.

"Keep the pen," Shawn said.

"Thanks. Here," the man said, shoving the envelope in Shawn's
hands then practically tripping over himself to leave. Shawn
shrugged it off and tore open the package. Inside were photos.

"Gus, it's our pictures with Superman!" Shawn said excitedly.
Gus and Juliet jumped up to look at them. Shawn also pulled out a
couple of newspaper clippings. One was the story on Psych and how
he and Gus helped the SBPD solve over 100 cases; the other was
about Intergang's involvement in a gun smuggling ring out in
Santa Barbara. Shawn sat down at his computer, opened a new
message and began typing.

Twenty minutes later, in Metropolis, Clark heard a faint ping,
telling him Lois had gotten an email. She was sitting at her desk
typing up a story about a drug lord when it showed up on her
screen. Seeing the sender, she motioned for Clark to come over to
her desk.

"Dear Lois and Clark,

Thank you for the pictures you sent us. We just received them,
and they look awesome! I hope that someday soon, we'll see
Superman again. You two, and Jimmy, are welcome anytime back here
in Santa Barbara. Oh, Gus wants to say something," the email
said. There was some scrambled letters in the middle of the
message. Clark assumed it was the best friends fighting over the
keyboard.

"Lois and Clark,

Hi, it's me, Gus. Thank you for all your help in solving the
murder/smuggling/racketeering case while you were here. You three
were indeed a great help in the mystery. I wanted to thank you
myself for the pictures and the newspaper clippings about the
stories. I do hope you three win Pulitzer Prizes for outstanding
reporting. Shawn wants his computer back, so I'll say goodbye!

Burton Guster."

The couple giggled as more scrambled letters appeared underneath.
Shawn's email went on about how he was grateful that other
things weren't disclosed in front of Lassie and Jules, or that
he was trusted with a huge you-know-what. He thanked them again,
then closed the email with an obscure 80s movie reference, "You
built a TIME MACHINE, out of a Delorian?"

The picture resided on Shawn's desk after that. A picture of
Shawn, Gus and Superman in front of the Psych window became epic
in the lives of the two famous detectives. Shawn, the psychic,
Spencer, and Burton, the Pharmaceutical Rep, Guster.

THE END