Okay, so, my first story! I am really excited. And I am not going to ask you to take it easy on me with criticism or anything, because I want to hear your honest opinion. This will be a multiple chapter story. I LOVE Psych, and I can't get enough of Shules. And why is it called Shules? Why not Shuliet, or Julawn? Sorry, my brain is weird. So, um, I don't think I have anything else to say.

Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own anything, and I am kind of glad, because if I did, I would ruin the show. You should be thankful.

Shawn strolled into Chief Vick's office, wondering what the new case would be about. A murder, maybe at a NASCAR track? A princess, kidnapped? He looked around, and saw everyone- Lassiter, Gus, the chief- but no Jules.

"Well, Mr. Spencer, you are not the last one this time. Where could Detective O'Hara be?"

At that moment, Juliet burst through the doors, and everyone stared at her. Not because she made such an entrance, but because of her appearance. She was wearing a curve-hugging jacket with a bejeweled clasp holding the front together with a with lacy tank underneath, and a black pencil skirt, shorter than usual. Her hair was straightened. Once she realized everyone was gawking, she decided she should start talking.

"Sorry I'm late, Chief! My, um, alarm didn't go off. So, did I miss anything?" she said.

"Oh! Uh, no, I was just about to start explaining. There has been a murder at the Santa Barbara Public Library. A woman, Scarlet Hattin, was found lying in the conference room yesterday morning at 5:13, dead, killed by a hit to the head. We need you four to check it out. Detective Lassiter, I will give you the information we have, and you will do the briefing in half an hour. Any questions?"

Juliet spoke up. "Yes, how old was this woman?"

"She had just turned 27 a few weeks ago." was Chief Vick's reply.

"What was she doing in the conference room so early? And what is her connection to the library?" Lassiter questioned.

"We don't know yet, Detective," the Chief began, exasperated, "It is you're jo-"

"Excuse me, but Jules, may I talk to you in the interview room?" Shawn requested, with a look in his eye that said she didn't have a choice.

"Uh, sure, Shawn. Excuse us, Chief." replied Juliet.

Shawn shut the door behind them.

"What did I do? Whatever I did, I am sorry." Shawn said.

"Shawn, what are you talking about? You didn't do anything!" answered Juliet. "Why would you think that?"

"Because obviously you're trying to torture me! Why are you doing this?" exclaimed Shawn.

"Shawn, I would really appreciate it if you would explain to me what the heck you are talking about," said a confused Juliet.

"Fine, Jules, we can play it your way. We are at the station, where we agreed to show no PDA, and then you walk in looking so hot! And I can't touch you! It's like that that time that Gus made a bet with me that I can't eat pineapple for a week, and then ate pineapple in front of me everyday. So, what did I do to deserve this?" He dropped into a chair and sighed.

Juliet laughed. "Oh, Shawn! It's not like that. I ran into my friend the other day during my lunch break, who is a fashion student. Anyways, she saw me in my clothes, and asked where I was going. I said I just got off from work, and that these are my work clothes. She said that I could still look pretty even during a gun fight, and so she took me on a shopping spree and bought me basically a whole new work clothes wardrobe. So, I decided to try it out today. Do you like it?" she explained.

"You look better than a cold pineapple smoothie on a hot summer-" Juliet cut him off.

"Enough with the pineapple!" she scolded, but with a smile on her face.

"Fine. But what am I supposed to do? I mean, we just got assigned to a case together. If I try to hold back for a few days, I think eventually I will grab you and make out with you where ever we are. So, what's the plan, Stan?"

"Okay, I have no idea. I think you can make it through this case, and then we will figure it out. But when we are around the others, you cannot chance looking at me for even a second too long. Got it?" said Juliet.

"Ugh, fine. But we have to figure something out, because I will explode if I have to see you like this everyday and not do anything." Shawn groaned and got up.

Juliet walked up to him. "And this is to satisfy you for a while," she said, leaning in. Their lips met, and Shawn was surprised. He pressed against her, deepening the kiss. Finally, they pulled apart.

"I'm impressed, Jules. Usually you would never do that anywhere near the station. We are in the middle of it!" exclaimed Shawn.

Juliet chuckled. "Well, you might need it later. Just think about that if you have trouble. Now, they are probably thinking we died in here. We better go."

"Where the hell were you?" growled Lassiter as they walked back into the Chief's office, still a bit out of breath from their kiss.

"Uh, we were just talking about... something important." said Shawn.

"What conversation could be so long and important that it takes 20 minutes?" Lassiter retorted.

Juliet glanced at Shawn. "Um... it was about-" He hesitated. "He knew that my boyfriend was back in town, and that I seemed nervous. You know, 'cause he could tell what I was thinking. And so, he thought he should ask about it. And, yeah. Sorry, Chief." Juliet improvised.

"It's okay, but please, next time, save your personal conversations for later."

"Of course, Chief!" Shawn saluted. Everybody rolled their eyes.

"Well, that's pretty much it. You are all free to go. Get started on this case as soon as possible! And Mr. Spencer," Shawn spun around. "Watch yourself. You can't screw this case up, because you are walking on a fine line. Understand?"

"Um, yeah, I guess. I will do with this case what I do with all the other cases," Shawn replied, brow furrowing.

"No, Mr. Spencer, you must do better. You may go."

Shawn walked out of Chief Vick's office, trying to figure out what all of that meant. Fine line? He can't remember anything that has changed. And he does fine on other cases, he always gets the bad guy. Why does he have to do better?

"Shawn, what's wrong?" Juliet asked.

"Oh, nothing. Chief Vick just said something to me that confused me. Don't worry about it. Wanna go get lunch?" He brushed it off.

"Shh!" Juliet glanced around. "I will meet you at your motorcycle in 10 minutes. Get my helmet ready. No one can see us." she whispered.

"Please, no one will notice! But fine, 10 minutes. See you then."

So, how was it? Any advice? I would love some constructive criticism. I'm worried that they are OOC. Are they? If you have a thought, review!