A/N: I don't own Psych, Tears for Fears, USA, or any other known entity. This story was a little thing that popped into my head while watching Psych earlier, and it falls somewhere along in the series. I hope you guys enjoy this short story, and please review. :)
The Secret Santa Debacle of 2005
"You don't even wanna know what we now call the Secret Santa Debacle of 2005."
No one could even remember anymore how it started. Or who even made the selections. If they drew from a hat, or if someone drew for them. What they did remember was the annual Christmas party of 2005, the first year someone got it in their head to do a Secret Santa. Though, again, no one could remember who had been the person to actually make that suggestion. Or what their current condition was anymore.
Because not everyone walked out of that party in one piece.
No one at the police department started it… that they knew of. All anyone could remember was there was alcohol involved, and that some people outside of the party ended up in the way. And, that the party ended with sweat, blood, and Tears... for Fears.
And bullets. Lots of bullets.
It could've started with a kiss under the mistletoe. There could've been a fight on the promenade out in the rain. But, what was really more likely, it started with the Secret Santa exchange. Because Lassy hated surprises.
Like, really hated surprises.
So, when he got the gift he was supposed to open, the first thing he did was whip his gun out on it. Which led others to do the same thing, just… with a little bit more… drunken-ish-ness. Which led to a crowd of people completely freaking out about a bunch of cops all drawing their weapons. Which led to a raucous stampede, that ended with screams and trampling.
No one knew who fired the first shot, but before long, bullets were flying around the restaurant, turning the party into a bloody nightmare. Because patrons shot at cops, cops shot at patrons, people got caught in the middle…
Present Day
"Shawn," Juliet chastised.
"What?" Shawn replied. "You asked."
"Yeah, but I didn't want a lie. I wanted the true story."
"I'm telling you, Jules. It was a bloody mess."
Juliet shook her head. "Why would Lassiter pull a gun on a Christmas present?"
Shawn sighed for emphasis. "Oh, I don't know. Haven't you ever met the guy?"
"He's my partner, Shawn. He wouldn't just pull his gun for no reason."
"He pulled his gun on a cat last week!"
Juliet tilted her head to the side and back. "Well, not that he was right or anything, but it did kinda jump out and scare us," she said.
"Exactly my point," Shawn said. "Lassy hates surprises. And, we should never get him a cat."
"Deal."
Shawn stood up, turning to walk away from Juliet.
"So, you're really not going to tell me what the debacle was?" she said.
He stopped. "Jules, I don't know," he told her somewhat honestly. "I wasn't working for the department back then. All I know is, Lassy hates surprises."
Juliet shook her head. "I think you know more than that. Come on, you're psychic. Shouldn't you be able to figure out what happened back then?"
"Jules, there are certain aspects of history that even the spirits don't want to be involved with," he said. "Especially when it involves bullets, alcohol, and a naked Lassy."
"Wait, Lassiter was naked?"
"God, I hope not." Shawn shuddered. "And now, I can't get that image out of my head. Thank you, Jules."
She shook her head again, fighting back a smile.
"I need to go… pour bleach in my ear to get that picture out," Shawn said, walking away in disgust as Juliet watched.
Leaving her still wonder what the Secret Santa Debacle of 2005 really was all about.