Hiya, Sorry for the long post on this, but here's Inconceivable so far. I promise to post the rest on a fanfic site!

Some of you may have seen two "acts" so far, but this is the Beta version with a few updates. Enjoy and again, sorry for the long post!
INCONCEIVABLE
By BlackTsChica
ACT 1 - 1987
[Young Shawn and young Gus sitting under a tree in the middle of the woods.]
GUS: I can’t believe your dad left us.
SHAWN: He didn’t leave us. He’s over there, behind those bushes.
[Gus turns around to look, but Shawn grabs him by the arm to stop him from looking.]
SHAWN: No! Don’t look! He’s waiting for me to figure out where he is.
GUS: But you already figured it out.
SHAWN: I know, but I don’t want him to know I know. Not yet.
GUS: Why?
SHAWN: Because I don’t want him to think I cheated.
GUS: Did you cheat?
SHAWN: Yeah. When he told us to keep our eyes closed, I peeked.
[Henry appears from behind Shawn and Gus.]
HENRY: I thought so, kiddo.
[Shawn and Gus jump.]
HENRY: I was trying to teach you something kid. What happens if you get lost in the woods, huh? What would you do?
SHAWN: Ah, I would wait for a ranger to find me?
HENRY: It’ll never happen kid. Come on. Let’s go.
ACT 2 – Present Day
[Officer Buzz McNabb hiking at Point Sal with another man, his friend, Inigo Montanya, a college friend who is a resident at the Santa Barbara Medical Center.]
INIGO: So how long do you think it will take us to get back to the campsite?
McNABB: Probably one more day. We did go all the way off the ranger trails. We have at least ten more miles before we hit the marker for the main trail.
INIGO: Nice. We can take our time, unless you need to get back?
McNABB: No hurry. My wife is spending time with her sister in Boston, and I'm not due back at the station until next week.
INIGO: Great. We can do a bit more fishing before we...
[Inigo stops in his tracks.]
INIGO: What the...?
McNABB: Inigo?
[Inigo stares off into the distance.]
INIGO: That's strange. There's someone over there. See! [He points.] Someone is sitting on that rock. I thought we were the only ones out this far. And he doesn't look like he should be out here.
[As they get closer, McNabb recognizes the man sitting on the rock.]
McNABB: Shawn? Shawn Spencer?
INIGO: You know this guy?
[Shawn looks around, but is not startled.]
SHAWN: Excuse me?
[Shawn acts calm and collected, as if he is waiting for something or someone. He is dressed in his regular clothes: green button-down shirt, jeans, and black Pumas. There is no sign of camping equipment or camping apparel in sight.]
McNABB: Ah, what are you doing here? Where is your gear?
[McNabb looks over Shawn, noticing he has no mud or dirt on his sneakers, no evidence of trekking through the woods, but his stubble shows about two days of growth and he looks to be a bit groggy. No tire tracks are apparent in the ground anywhere around the men and the only footprints near are those of McNabb and Inigo. There is no evidence that Shawn got where he was by conventional means. Shawn looks at McNabb as if he does not know who he is.]
McNABB: Shawn, it's me. McNabb.
SHAWN: McNabb? McNabb! McNabbster. Slap-Happy McNabby. Right! Ah...ahuh.
[Shawn glances at Inigo, without really seeing him.]
SHAWN: Oh, and Lassie. Yeah. I know Lassie. [He smiles at Inigo.]
INIGO: I'm Inigo Montanya, Mr. Spencer. I’m Buzz's friend.
SHAWN: Very fancy. Sure, yeah, whatever you say, Lassie. So what are you doing here anyway?
McNABB: We’re hiking. What are you doing?
SHAWN: Waiting apparently.
INIGO: Waiting for what?
SHAWN: Oh, I don't know. Waiting for the price of gas to go down?
McNABB: Do you know where you are?
SHAWN: Sure! [He looks around and his expression becomes confused.] Suppose you tell me where I am?
[McNabb and Inigo exchange looks.]
INIGO: You are ten miles off the main hiking trail of Point Sal.
SHAWN: [Laughs.] Really? [His eyes start to close.]
McNABB: Yes and we are…[He looks at Shawn, who doesn't appear to be listening] Shawn? Shawn! [Shawn passes out.]
Act 3 – Same Day – SBPD
[Lassiter is beaming as he clears his desk. O’Hara walks over with a case file.]
O’HARA: Here you go. I just need your signature and we can officially close this case.
LASSITER: Gladly. [Lassiter signs the paperwork.] Life is great isn’t it?
O’HARA: I guess.
LASSITER: [Lassiter goes back to cleaning his desk.] Of course it’s great. Shawn Spencer is out of my hair for two weeks guaranteed.
O’HARA: I see.
LASSITER: No whining pipsqueak divining his way into our police business.
O’HARA: [Sarcastically] Yeah, that meddling kid.
LASSITER: [Lassiter looks up at O’Hara.] Excuse me?
O’HARA: Nothing. He does deserve time off after that last case.
LASSITER: After the stunt he pulled, he deserves my foot up his ass.
O’HARA: But his so-called stunt broke the case wide open.
LASSITER: He put himself in danger by impersonating the next victim! He’s a consultant, and I use that term loosely. He is not a cop. His dad almost had a heart attack when he came on scene.
O’HARA: We did have the victim, ah Shawn, covered, so he was pretty safe. But I don’t think his father has ever seen Shawn go that deep “undercover”.
LASSITER: Me neither and I tell you what, I don’t ever want to see it again. Do you know how long it will take to get the image of Spencer donning a fiery red wig with matching lipstick, a black dress, and red stilettos out of my head? [Lassiter shudders.] I know one thing for sure; Guster couldn’t have helped him with that ungodly costume. He must have had professional help. He fooled the killer. Stratham believed Spencer was Ms. Thomas.
O’HARA: [Juliette smiles as she remembers how long it took her to get Shawn into his outfit. She then quickly cleared her throat.] Well as I recall, Stratham was not the only one fooled.
LASSITER: Yeah, his father thought he was Rhonda Johnson from Robbery helping us out. Henry was beside himself when he found out it was Spencer. Talk about blowing a gasket.
O’HARA: Well, didn’t you try to hit on Shawn when he walked over to the bar?
LASSITER: [Lassiter jumps up from his desk.] O’HARA!
O’HARA: I’m just saying. He does look good in red. [Lassiter stands there turning red. O’Hara smiles.] Oh, and there’s a package for you. It was sent by messenger a few minutes ago. [O’Hara hands the package to Lassiter. O’Hara starts walking back to her desk.] I’m heading out. See you tomorrow.
[Lassiter sits back down at his desk and looks at the package. It is from his old chief and mentor, John Fenich. Lassiter opens the folder and empties the contents on his desk. The contents include a letter, a newspaper clipping and one small packet. Lassiter begins to read the letter.]
LASSITER: Oh God.
[Lassiter slowly stands up from his desk. He looks at the letter again, grabs the rest of the contents and makes his way hastily out of the station.]
ACT 4 – Back in the Woods
[McNabb and Inigo pick up the unconscious Shawn on top of one of their sleeping bags. Inigo does a quick look over.]
INIGO: Well his heart rate is normal and he seems to be breathing normally. [Inigo checks Shawn’s eyes.] His pupils are slightly dilated which could suggest a drug of some sort, but I don’t see any injection sites. And his right leg feels a little swollen. [Inigo slightly bends Shawn’s leg.] It’s a mild twist or a sprain, nothing serious.
McNabb: [McNabb notices Shawn’s overgrown 5 o’clock shadow.] Hmm…I saw him Friday morning. It looks like he hasn’t shaved in a couple of days.
[Shawn begins to stretch as if awaking from a good night sleep. He begins to turn on his side to get more comfortable. Inigo walks over to his bag for a water bottle. As Shawn opens his eyes he is staring right into McNabb’s face.]
SHAWN: WHOA!! [Shawn recoils from McNabb.]
McNABB: Are you okay?
SHAWN: [Shawn slowly sits up] Am I okay? Am I okay? I was having the best Lil’Kim dream ever and I wake up to your face! [Shawn looks around as if he is seeing his surroundings for the very first time.] And I’m in the middle of a forest no less? [Shawn pauses to gather himself. He looks back at McNabb.] Buzz, what’s the gag? Is it “psych out the psychic” day?
McNABB: No but…
SHAWN: How about “creepy ritual cop initiation” day?
McNABB: No we were just…
SHAWN: “Punk’d”! I’m getting punk’d. Wow. [Shawn looks around the area.] ASHTON! Come out here you little son of a…
McNABB: No Shawn!
SHAWN: LASSIE! Lassie did this. I knew it. This is payback for when I placed that Zena blow-up doll with the words man-Scully written across her shirt in the backseat of his squad car.
[Inigo looks over to McNabb but does not say anything.]
McNABB: [To Inigo] Lassiter has an obsession with X-Files and wait. [Turns back to Shawn] No!!! Wait! That was you!?
SHAWN: [Shawn lies.] No. Not really.
[Inigo walks over to Shawn. Shawn jumps when he notices Inigo approaching.]
SHAWN: Oh no. Don’t tell me. This is your version of Deliverance.
INIGO: [Inigo kneels down next to Shawn and gives him the water bottle.] What? No. How did you get here?
SHAWN: [Shawn takes the water bottle.] I have no idea. And who are you may I ask?
INIGO: I’m Buzz’s friend, Inigo. We found you here sitting on this rock over an hour ago.
McNABB: Yeah, and you were not all the way there.
SHAWN: Wait, what do you mean? Was I not all the way there mentally like Stoney in Encino Man or was I not all the way there physically as in phasing into another dimension like Thomas Anderson aka Neo in The Matrix?
INIGO: [Inigo looks quizzically at McNabb.] I think he’s more like the dude in The One Who Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
SHAWN: Oh so you’re saying I’m like Jack Nicholson? I’ll take that as a compliment. [Shawn drinks the water from the bottle.]
McNABB: [McNabb nods at Inigo.] He’s actually sounding like himself.
INIGO: Seriously? That’s scary.
SHAWN: [Shawn rolls his eyes and mumbles.] Well at least I’m not named after a movie character.
INIGO: What?
SHAWN: I didn’t say anything.
INIGO: Okay, “Shaun of the Dead.”
SHAWN: Touché
McNABB: What’s the last thing you remember?
SHAWN: The last thing I remember was being at a killer party. Yes, last night was great. You know Friday night, just got paid, party hopping. Yes, it was all good. It was the first night of my much deserved and eagerly anticipated vacation, which is turning out to be major downer.
INIGO: Well it must have been one sick party because today is Monday.
SHAWN: Say what?
(commercial )
ACT 5 - John Fenich’s residence
[Lassiter arrives at his former chief’s home. He rings the doorbell and waits. Mrs. Fenich answers the door.]
MRS FENICH: Thank you, Carlton. Thank you for coming. [Mrs. Fenich hugs Lassiter and ushers him into her home. She gives Lassiter another hug. Lassiter looks around for his chief. He turns back to Mrs. Fenich.]
LASSITER: Karen, you sent the package?
MRS. FENICH: Yes. John doesn’t know I sent for you.
LASSITER: But Karen, how did you know about the Fesik case?
MRS. FENICH: John told me everything after we found Lizzie. Please, follow me.
[Mrs. Fenich has Lassiter follow her to one of the guest rooms. Lizzie is lying in the bed resting.]
MRS. FENICH: Lizzie honey, Carlton is here.
[Lizzie opens her eyes and smiles when she sees Lassiter. Lassiter gives Lizzie a kiss on the forehead and sits on the side of the bed. Mrs. Fenich sits at the foot of the bed.]
LASSITER: How are you doing, Lizzie.
LIZZIE: I feel better. The headaches are irritating, but the meds are starting to kick in.
LASSITER: The headaches should only last for a few days. How is your short-term memory? Do you remember what happened?
LIZZIE: Not yet. Dad told me I probably won’t remember for at least two more days.
LASSITER: [He turns towards Mrs. Fenich.] Where is the chief?
MRS. FENICH: I believe he was meeting with the forensic expert that testified in the Fesik case. He should be back this evening.
LASSITER: [Lassiter nods and turns back to Lizzie.] Lizzie, I’ll come back later. Try and get some rest, okay?
LIZZIE: Okay.
[Lassiter and Mrs. Fenich begin to walk out of the room. Lassiter stops abruptly and turns back to Lizzie.]
LASSITER: I know you’ll know more in a couple of days, but what was the very last thing you remember?
LIZZIE: Well, this may sound funny, but I remember this. [Lizzie opens her hand and shows Lassiter a necklace. Since Lizzie is holding onto the item and the thin silver band Lassiter knows there will be no opportunity to find fingerprints. He picks it up and examines it. The clasp has been broken off; there is no sign of blood on it. There is nothing distinct about the necklace. Lassiter hands the necklace back to Lizzie.]
LASSITER: This is not your necklace.
LIZZIE: You’re right, that’s what's so strange.
LASSITER: And you don’t remember who was wearing it or how you got it?
LIZZIE: No. When I woke up in the park, it was in my hand. [Lizzie tightens her hand around the necklace and makes a tight fist. Lassiter walks back over to Lizzie and places his hand on top of her hand.] I just feel like I need to hold on to it.
LASSITER: Okay Lizzie, okay. It’s alright. We’ll talk later. Get some rest.
[Lassiter and Mrs. Fenich leave the room and head towards the living room.]
LASSITER: Karen, I need to see John now.
MRS. FENICH: John is at Bachmann International. It’s off of Oak and Santa Rose Avenue. He is meeting with Mr. Klein Smith.
LASSITER: Right. Call him and tell him I'm on my way. [Lassiter heads for the door. Mrs. Fenich calls her husband to inform her that Lassiter will meet him at Bachmann International.]
ACT 6 - Back in the woods
[Shawn is up and walking around the area with a slight limp trying to remember the last few days. Inigo is working with the satellite phone.]
INIGO: Okay Buzz, our satellite phone was working earlier today. What happened?
McNABB: [Inigo hands McNabb the phone. McNabb examines it.] I don’t know. It’s as if the signal is being blocked.
INIGO: Blocked by what?
McNABB: And why? Why would there be a need to block a signal here? We’re off the trail, there is nothing out here. [McNabb looks over at Shawn.] Well, something has to be out here. Shawn could not have made it here in his condition.
[Shawn is limping around the area trying to recall what happened.]
SHAWN: Okay, so one more time. I was at a party on Friday. Whose party was it? I don’t know. Who attended the party? I have no clue. Did I have a blast? YES! But why can’t I remember anything else? [Shawn stops walking and places his hand to his temple and closes his eyes.] Okay, I see… nothing. I’m assuming the position, and it’s NOT WORKING!!!
McNABB: [McNabb hears Shawn.] We know, Shawn.
SHAWN: [Shawn limps over to McNabb.] You know?
McNABB: Yeah, we know the satellite phone isn’t working.
SHAWN: It’s not?
McNABB: Oh, I thought you were talking about the phone. I saw you do your “psychic thing” over there. Then what is not working?
SHAWN: This! [Shawn puts his hand to his temple.] THIS is not working!
INIGO: [Inigo looks at McNabb.] Is he losing it again?
McNABB: Well he lost it, but not his mind. He lost his senses.
INIGO: Isn’t that the same thing?
SHAWN: [Shawn limps over to Inigo.] No, I lost my senses as in “sensing”, my divining thing, and my mojo. But what I could really use right now is a pineapple mojito.
INIGO: It must be a neurological reaction to a drug.
SHAWN: What drug?
INIGO: Well, I think you may have been drugged at that party.
SHAWN: Oh joy.
INIGO: We need to get you to a hospital. I’m sure it is related to your memory loss and your, ah, lack of psychic abilities. Otherwise you appear okay, all things considered.
SHAWN: Yeah.
McNABB: And due to our satellite phone being on the fritz, and the sun beginning to go down, we’ll need to stay here for the night. Will you be alright Shawn?
SHAWN: I guess. I feel fine other than the minor memory loss, and the sore knee, and these headaches.
INIGO: What headaches? When did that start? [Inigo walks over to his bag and pulls out his mini flashlight. He walks back over to Shawn.]
SHAWN: I don’t know, I guess an hour or two ago. They come and go.
INIGO: Let me see. Look over here. [Shawn looks at Inigo while Inigo quickly shines the light in his eyes.]
SHAWN: AAHHOOWW!! [Shawn closes his eyes and grabs his head. He begins to see images flash in his mind, recoiling with pain as each image comes.]
[First image: A women’s hand. She has a diamond encrusted ring on her right thumb.]
[Second image: A glass filled with red liquid and black pearls on the bottom. The person holding the glass is a man with a tattoo of a snake on his left wrist.]
SHAWN: What are you going to do next, kick my bum knee? Ah!! [Shawn kneels down on the ground. Inigo tries to hold him up. The same images repeat over and over.]
INIGO: Sorry! I wanted to see if your pupils were still dilated. [Inigo motions to McNabb. Buzz grabs Shawn’s other arm and holds him up.]
SHAWN: [Still in obvious pain.] Can you just knock me out instead? [Shawn wavers, beginning to feel light-headed.] Oh wait, I don’t think you have to. [Shawn starts to go limp.]
McNABB: Hey, stay awake Shawn. [Inigo taps Shawn in the face. Shawn’s eyes open.]
SHAWN: What? What!
INIGO: I don’t want you to faint or go to sleep, not for at least a few hours. I am just assuming you were drugged. I cannot prove it. And until we get you to a hospital, I have to treat you like a patient with a head injury.
SHAWN: Great. [Shawn sits on the rock and rubs his head with both hands.] It felt like you stabbed me in the eyes with a huge knife.
INIGO: Sorry. I do wonder why your eyes are photosensitive.
SHAWN: My eyes don’t like having their picture taken?
INIGO: No, your eyes are very sensitive to directly light.
SHAWN: I heard it both ways.
INIGO: Ah Okay.
SHAWN: There is one good thing that came out of that painful exercise.
McNABB: What was that?
SHAWN: I am starting to see things.
INIGO: I hope not dead people. [Inigo looks at McNabb with concern.]
McNABB: Or stars ‘cause that would be bad.
SHAWN: No. It’s more like diamonds and pearls.
(Commercial break)