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(White) Collar Optional (12/?)

Title: (White) Collar Optional
Fandom: Psych, White Collar
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Peter, Neal, Henry, Juliet, Lassiter & Vick with cameos from Mozzie, El, Diana & Jones
Word Count: 1266
Rating: PG-13
Overall Summary: In New York, Peter and Gus search for what happened to Neal and Shawn. In California, Shawn and Neal escape a little too easily, making them wonder if Ridley has other plans.
Notes: Okay, I'm finally posting the sequel to Psychic in the City. It's still unfinished so posting will stay with Wednesdays until further notice. I'd also like to thank my three betas snowflakie06, slytheringurrl and the_moogie

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They were just pulling into the drive when Henry’s phone rang. He answered after a brief glance at the caller ID. “Gus.” He listened before exploding. “What?”

Peter stared at him. What have Neal and Shawn done, he wondered. If they ditched Gus, they must have gone off on their own.

“Fine. We’ll come right back to pick you up. I think we’ll have to bring the police in on this.” Henry ended the call and ran an exasperated hand over his head.

“Neal and Shawn took off on Gus,” Peter stated. “We have a 50-50 chance of picking the right direction.”

“That kid is gonna be the death of me,” Henry said as he reversed out of the driveway.

“Neal probably had a hand in this. You can’t put it all on Shawn.”

“The two of them together just boggles the mind. If they had been partners…”

“I don’t think I ever would have caught them,” Peter said. “Shawn would not have let Neal go back for a girl.”

Henry chuckled. “Shawn and Gus are a set. You don’t get one without the other. Neal and Shawn probably would have been the same.”

“You can trace it back to Ridley. If Neal hadn’t taken that job whole he was a kid in Chicago, he and Shawn could have paired up.”

“Wait. What? They met up as kids?”

“You never heard how they met?”

“We’ve had more pressing issues,” Henry said as he took a sharp turn, forcing Peter to grip the handle above the door.

Peter thought back to when he had heard the story. Has it only been two nights ago? “Apparently it started in Chicago 1995 when Shawn stepped on Neal’s foot.” He continued with an abbreviated version of Shawn’s story as he knew it and the parts that related to Ridley. He finished as Henry pulled up in front of Psych.

An agitated Gus stopped pacing when he saw the truck. Peter opened the door and Gus squeezed in. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I fell for it,” he berated himself. “Shawn was getting overwhelmed and Neal said he’d take him outside for food. He promised Shawn wouldn’t drive away.” He stopped to breathe.

“Who was driving?” asked Henry as they pulled away.


Peter couldn’t help but smile. “He kept his promise. It’s all down to wording with Neal. Unfortunately, he didn’t share anything with me that could tell us which direction he went.”

“That’s why we need the police.”

“What? If Ridley talks in front of the police, that’ll ruin everything!”

“Gus, calm down. If need be, I can state how he helped us narrow down Neal’s position.”


“I can honestly state he never went into the field and I watched when he had a revelation.”

“Vision,” Gus corrected. “He calls them visions.”

“Of course he does.”

“It won’t come to that if we get the right direction.” Henry glanced at Peter. “You need to figure out which way Neal would have gone.” He turned back to the road. “He’s the one behind the wheel. I think he’s the instigator.”

“We just have to downplay our choice and make Lassiter think he’s got them. I’ve been around Neal long enough that I should be able to make it work.”

Once at the station, they made their way to the bullpen. Lassiter and O’Hara looked up. The man smirked. “Looking for police help, Agent Burke?”

“Where’s Shawn?” asked O’Hara. “He and Caffrey weren’t…”

“No, they weren’t taken,” Gus assured.

“No, it’s worse than that,” stated Henry. “They went off on their own.”

Lassiter leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “And we should help you because?”

Peter knew that forcing Lassiter to help by using the FBI card would not work. No, he had to play to the man’s sense of justice. “Because you have a 50-50 shot of catching Ridley and recovering the chalice.”

Lassiter sat up. “How much of a lead do they have?”

Peter allowed himself a small smile. “About 30 minutes?”

O’Hara picked up two files from her desk. “Buzz narrowed it down to two possible locations--”

“Fresno and Palm Springs,” interrupted Henry. “That’s why we need you.”

“I don’t trust Caffrey, but he knows his stuff. Which buyer does he think will get the chalice?”

Peter knew this was the moment to know if he had read the detective correctly. He could tell Lassiter the truth and he would either take that buyer for himself or believe Peter was lying and take the opposite. If he could just sell it.

“Can I see the files?” O’Hara handed them to him. “I’m not sure. I think he’s had some contact with each of them.” He flipped through the files. There has to be something here.

“I’m sure with his reputation, he’s made quite the name for himself in the art world,” O’Hara said to help put him at ease.

“Yeah. We don’t have time to play Six Degrees of Neal Caffrey. Which way?”

Ah, there it is. Recent purchases of art by Cameron James all had religious significance, specifically the Holy Grail. Peter sighed like he was breaking a great confidence. “Fresno.”

“Okay! O’Hara let’s go!” Lassiter practically jumped from his chair. “We tell the Chief and everything should be fixed by the time we get there.”

Once they entered Chief Vick’s office, Peter hurried Henry and Gus outside. “Let’s get on the road before they realize the truth.”

“You were good,” said Gus.

“I could say it’s from working undercover, but it’s all from Neal.”


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