When Gus finally made it to the Psych office he found Shawn leafing through some old yearbooks, his face scrunched up in concentration.

            “Reminiscing?” he inquired curiously.

            “Wha? Oh, Gus, didn’t hear you come in.” he said before going back to the book in front of him.

            “Yeah, I noticed. So, what’s with all the old yearbooks?”

            “Oh, this, for a case. You know they’re letting me go undercover. You should’ve been there, Gus. Lassie looked like he was about ready to kill somebody, probably me, when Chief told him he and I were going undercover together.” Shawn told him, his face lit up with excitement.

            “You’re going undercover?” Gus asked sounding shocked.

            “Yeah, I’m going to pose as the counselor up at the high school. Lassie’s the janitor.”

            “You, counselor?” Gus was really shocked.

            “Yeah, Chief says I’ll be able to get the kids to open up, find out what happened to this kid Chuck Doogan.” Shawn said and as soon as he finished speaking he went back to looking at the yearbooks.

            “Chuck Doogan, what happened to him?” Gus asked.

            “In the file there.” Shawn said, pointing to a folder on the edge of the desk. Gus grabbed and opened it while look at his friend. He was used to Shawn gushing the details of a case, not telling very little and then telling him to look at the file.

            He read about what had been found and noticed what the note had said.

            “He had a photographic memory?” Gus asked, remembering the same nickname being pinned to a younger Shawn.

            “I’m guessing so.” Shawn said with a shrug. Gus noticed the very little bit of enthusiasm he was getting from his friend and realized that this case was bugging him.

            “They don’t know do they?”

            “Who?”

            “Chief, Lassiter, O’Hara, they don’t know you have a photographic memory.”

            “No, isn’t that obvious though. I mean, if they knew, there goes the shindig of being a psychic.” Shawn said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

            “You going to be ok on this case?” Gus asked with concern.

            “Yeah, I’ll just get the sucker that did this to him, no matter what it takes.” Shawn said with determination. A determination Gus had seen at very few points.

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            “Now, you two both, know what you’re doing right?” the Chief asked Lassiter and Shawn who were sitting in her office, dressed to go undercover. Lassiter was indignantly wearing a janitor’s suit while Shawn was wearing a sports jacket over a T-Shirt and dark blue jeans. The Chief wanted him to look nice, but casual, so the teens would feel comfortable around him.

            “Yes.” Lassiter said while rolling his eyes.

            “Spencer?” the Chief asked, looking at him. He had seem lost in thought the moment he entered her office, she wasn’t used to seeing him that way, but she would deal with it.

            “Know it like the back of my own hand.” Shawn said with enthusiasm, a grin plastered on his face.

            “Good. Carlton, you and Spencer are going to drive to the school together and get set up.” She said, making sure to give Lassiter a look that dared him to argue with her.

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            “So, you’re the two the station sent over then?” the high school’s principle asked them as they sat there.

            “That’s us.” Shawn said smiling.

            “Shawn Spencer, didn’t think I’d see you here again anytime soon.” He said smiling at him.

            “I’m here for good reason though. No, firecrackers on me this time.” He said, holding his hands up.

            “Wait, you know him?” Lassiter asked sounding surprised.

            “Yeah, rather well I might add. You were brilliant, Shawn, just had too much energy and a need for attention.”

            “Still got the last two.” Lassiter muttered.

            “Well, so you’ll be janitor, Detective and Mr. Spencer, you’ll be going in as counselor. I’ll give you al of the students’ files, but I know you won’t need them for constant check.” The principle said smiling fondly at him and Shawn smiled back, but at the same time there was an almost pained look on his face.

            “What’s that supposed to mean?” Lassiter asked, not sure what was really taking place.

            “Shawn here really is a genius. Has a photographic memory. Had a hard time with it if I remember right, though.”

            “Wait, Spencer, you’re a photo freak.” Lassiter said, not even thinking about the words that left his mouth. He was too shocked at having stumbled upon this information.

            “Yeah, I’m a photo freak, just like Chuck Doogan. You got a problem with it.” Shawn snapped, taking Lassiter back. Shawn grabbed the files and went out of the office.

            “Shouldn’t have said that. Shawn had that nickname for a while. You do know Gus was his only friend in school right?”

            “That’s impossible, I mean he’s so outgoing.”

            “You don’t know him. Got the girls, but nothing ever serious. Football players taunted him like crazy. He tried to not let it faze him, but I knew it did. He’s a good kid, smart, must make a great detective huh?” the principle was smiling, obviously fond of Shawn.

            “Detective, no, he’s the department’s ‘psychic’.”

            “Psychic, huh. Alright.” Lassiter could tell the principle didn’t believe Shawn’s charade.

            “You don’t believe it do you?”

            “Son, I knew Shawn for four years and I had many times where he sat in my office. I may not be his dad or his best friend, but I’m pretty sure I know the kid.” That was the only answer Lassiter was going to get.