So, this was supposed to be a Christmas present for sonofPoseidon13, and it was supposed to be for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but I forgot to do it for Christmas, and I'd rather do a Psych one. So now it's kind of a birthday present. Here you go. It's my first Psych-fic, but not my first fanfic. Hopefully I did okay.

Established Shules, but not necessarily in any particular season. Unless you want it to be. Heh, I'm only the writer. Not the writer of the show, sadly. That'd be cool, huh? Oh, and I don't own it either. Well, except for the three seasons I have on DVD. I own those. But I don't own the rights to the whole show. You know what, let's just start the story already, huh?

Shawn opened the door to the Psych office and took a drink out of his new pineapple-shaped water bottle. Juliet had given it to him for his birthday when he had stopped by the precinct before going on his run. He looked at the note taped to the side and smiled. "If your heart rate drops below 150, YOU DIE!" it read. Ever since that incident with the elliptical, it had become a running joke between the two. Shawn would have continued along this thought process, but he was interrupted by Gus's shout.

"Happy birthday Shawn! I just have one question for you. What are you doing here so early?"

"Come on, Gus. Don't you know that I get here every morning at 9:30?" he asked in reply.

"Um, no you don't. This is the first time you've been into the office before 10:00 in…Let me see. I have it here somewhere." Gus rooted around in his drawers for a minute before pulling out a sheet of paper. "Here it is. You haven't been into the office before 10:00 in exactly three months and13 days."

"Gus," Shawn challenged. "You keep track of when I come into the office? That is so weird."

"No, it's not. It's perfectly normal to keep track of one's business associ-"

"You know what; I can't do this with you right now. I have to go to my dad's house. He told me to come over after I finished my run."

Gus continued undeterred. "And since when do you run? I haven't seen you work out on your own in…" he pulled out another sheet of paper. "Three months and 13 days. It seems the only time you come in early is when you work out."

"Again, creepy. Anyway, I have to go shower and meet my dad. He probably wants me to scale a fish or something."

"He'd make you scale fish on your birthday?"

"Don't you remember, Mr. I Keep Track of Everything Shawn Does? It took me, and I quote my father, 'Four months for you to smile at me. That's when the clock started ticking.' He won't recognize my birthday for four more months."

Gus nodded and Shawn walked out the door.

Once he got to his dad's house, he looked in the yard for the fish cleaning table, but didn't see it. That's weird, he thought. Shaking it off, he walked into the house. On the kitchen table was a note. "Don't forget," it read, "you agreed to wash my truck for a week for my helping you with that last case. You start tomorrow."

Shawn groaned at the fact that his dad called him to his house just to see a note. Annoyed, Shawn drove his motorcycle back to the Psych office.

When he got there, Gus asked why it took two hours to take a shower and go to his dad's house. "And you don't even smell like fish, so don't tell me you were doing that."

Shawn sighed. "Gus, don't be the brown, dead needles under a Christmas tree. Don't you know that this," he motioned to his hair, "takes time? Come on, son. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to the station."

"Why? We don't have any cases, and the chief hasn't called. At least, she hasn't called the office."

"You're right, Gus, we don't have any cases. But if I go to the station, I can bug Lassie, talk to Jules, and maybe get a case while I'm doing it! After all, it is a Constitutional right to get cases on your birthday."

"Shawn, you need to read the Constitution some time. That is not in the Constitution, and there is nothing even close to that."

"Dude, I can't read the Constitution. It's like, a thousand words. Maybe more!"

"Shawn," Gus cried, clearly exasperated. "You can't go to the station! They aren't ready for you ye-" Gus checked himself and started again. "What I mean to say is, the chief told me she doesn't want you around today."

Shawn smirked at him. "I know what you're trying to do. You're using reverse physiology."

"It's reverse psychology, Shawn."

"I've heard it both ways. Anyway, you're using that. By basically saying that there is a party, you're trying to get me to think there isn't one. But I know your tricks. Now that I know there is, in fact, a part, I'm going to go early and spoil the surprise. And nothing you say will stop me!"

Gus smiled maliciously as Shawn walked out the door. Once he'd heard Shawn's motorcycle speed away, Gus pulled out his phone. "He's on his way to the station now…Yeah, he fell for the reverse reverse psychology…Alright, good. I'll get the cake and be over there in half-an-hour."

Shawn was confused. He'd walked into the Santa Barbara Police Department expecting everybody to be in the middle of preparing a huge surprise party, but they weren't. He looked around the station and saw everyone doing…work! Even McNab was working!

"Oh, hey Shawn! Happy birthday, by the way!"

"Thanks Buzz. Hey, do you know where Jules is?"

"Yeah, today's her day to go get lunch. She just left for the Chinese place down the street." Buzz paused and studied Shawn's face. "Hey are you ok? You don't look very happy…"

Shawn looked up at the kindly man. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just confused." He sighed. "Gus tricked me! He basically told me that there was a surprise party being set up for me here, but I told him I knew his tricks. I figured that he was just trying to make me think that there wasn't a party when there actually was. Now I'm realizing that he must have used reverse reverse psychology on me!"

McNab looked sad for Shawn. "Oh, that's too bad," he said. "Sorry about that. Um, I have to get back to work now." And with that he hurried off.

Shawn was now even more confused. Buzz had just run off when Shawn mentioned a surprise party. However, he decided that there was no more time to think about it when he saw Lassiter sitting at his desk. "Lassie! Long time, no see!"

"Spencer, what are you doing here? And it hasn't been a long time, you just saw me a few hours ago when you came in to bug us this morning," he answered irritably.

"Truthfully, I'm here because I got a psychic vibration about a case." Shawn put a finger to his temple.

Lassiter looked at him disgusted, wondering why this man who was so obnoxious always had to come bother him. Where was O'Hara when he needed her to get Spencer off his desk? "First of all, we haven't hired you on any cases; we don't have any open right now. And second, I don't believe in that psychic crap and I don't believe in you." Then he saw what Shawn was sitting on. "And finally, I don't believe in you sitting on my paperwork! Get off of my desk and go home! Shouldn't you be annoying someone else, like Guster, on your birthday?"

Shawn gasped. "You remembered!"

Lassiter rolled his eyes. "I should! You bugged me until I said it this morning! How old are you now? Six?"

Shawn stared at him, aghast at this new affront to his dignity. "Come on Lassie face. I'm turning seven today!"

'Leave!"

Shawn got up, afraid to prod the beast any more. One thing could be said of Shawn. He always knew when his annoying people could get himself hurt. That didn't mean he always heeded that sense, but today he did. He didn't want to die on his birthday. Sighing again in despondency, he sat at Juliet's desk until she walked in with the department's lunch

"Who wanted the kung pao chicken?" she asked. Someone answered her and she continued in this vein until all of the items in her bag were gone. Only then did she notice Shawn with a "Woe is me" expression sitting at her desk. "Hey Shawn, happy birthday."

"Oh, thanks, I guess. Didn't you already tell me that this morning?"

Juliet nodded and said, "Yeah, but isn't it always good to hear it more than once? Now come on. I'm taking you out to lunch and you can't do a thing about it." Shawn tried to tell her that she didn't have to, but she shut him up with a kiss. "I told you, you can't do anything about it." Shawn had nothing more to say until they got in Juliet's car and drove off.

Shawn and Juliet walked into the restaurant. All of a sudden, there was a rather large shout of "Surprise!" Bewildered, Shawn saw all of his friends from the police station, Gus, and his father standing near one of the larger tables. He looked at Juliet.

"I took the long way," she said. "They needed time to get here before you did, and I gave it to them." Shawn looked at his friends and smiled, for once truly surprised by the surprise party that they had thrown for him.

-Well, how'd I do? Not too OOC I hope. You can go ahead and tell me. Oh, and sonofPoseidon13, I am expecting you to review. The rest of you can review or not, depending on how you feel today. I might do another one, I have some ideas. If you want me to, just go ahead and review. (Aha, see what I did there? I told you that you didn't have to review, but then I told you that you should. Oh, the cleverness of me!) By the way, if any of you can tell me what episode the heart rate line is in, you get cyber pineapples. That's a thing now, right?