Summary: Shules gets married, Juliet never finds out the secret, and everyone is wonderful!- until Juliet wakes up to a calm and collected Shawn and she has these observational skills that are almost.. psychic? These effects only last one day, but what will ensue? Obviously Shules with fluff! Rated K+ and no profanity :)
Juliet woke up shuffling around in her bed, kicking up the sheets to become comfortable and thrusting her arms above her head for more space. She tried her best to fall back asleep like she normally might, but it was like her mind refused to cooperate.
She was processing things faster than normal, as if she had drank a few cappuccinos in her sleep. Thoughts ran through her head, wild and free like wildebeests, and she struggled to focus on even the simplest task of opening her eyelids.
Her eyes finally opened and she realized something was very, very wrong. Everything seemed to be jumping off the walls at her, as if zooming in and italicizing. The vent was opened yesterday, someone forgot to shut the window last night, Shawn left his fingerprints on the mirror again, the toothpaste is missing it's cap and the cap has rolled beneath the bookshelf, the bookshelf is missing a book... War and Peace. She struggled to keep a migraine away as many things inflicted themselves into her mind. She sat up in her bed and began to massage the temples of her head.
Shawn's spot on the bed was empty. But still warm, She noted. Juliet searched through the sea of noticeable objects and finally settled on one constant: Shawn.
He was standing by the stove, using a spatula to carefully lower a fried egg onto a plate beside a honey-covered scone with chocolate chips on top. Juliet mused quietly when she realized he was preparing her favorite breakfast.
She also noticed that he hadn't spiked up his hair that morning like he had been. Instead, it was tightly combed in a careful and precise manner. She almost gasped. "What the heck is on your head?"
"Hmm?" He frowned and looked up with concern. "What's wrong with it?"
"You look like Jim Carrey in 'Dumb and Dumber,'" She told him with a grin, and his eyebrows sank with disappointment. "Aww, now, don't take it like that! He was very attractive to a lot of people suffering from blindness!" He rolled his eyes and stopped frowning, carrying over the plate of food with a fork.
Juliet gasped with a grin, pulling her hair back and letting a piece of blond hair dangle free in the center of her forehead. "Breakfast in bed! Can we also watch the original Transformers episodes and eat ice cream bars?"
Shawn gave her a smile and a look, and shook his head. "I've got to work today, and so do you. I've got this major case and Gus still has to cover his routes." He grabbed a dress shirt and slacks- typical work attire- and walked into the bathroom. "I'm going to shower before I go to work!"
Juliet couldn't stop herself before it had already jumped out of her mouth. "Mind if I join you?" She covered her mouth and nearly dropped her scone on the comforter, blushing bright red and cursing mentally. Gosh, I hope he didn't hear that!
"Juliet, I really need to get to work right now," Shawn could barely believe what he was saying, much less hearing. He looked at the clothes he had grabbed to change into and did a double-take. They looked like dressy church clothes that Gus wore every Sunday.
She left her hands covering her face, preventing the urge to whine loudly and complain. What is going on?! Juliet stuffed the rest of her plate into her mouth and she frowned when she realized she had eaten the entire plate of food in about a quarter of the time it normally took. And I'm still hungry?! She jumped up and tossed the plate at the sink, pounding a fist in the air when the plate landed perfectly in the sink.
She rushed to toss on some soft, loose jeans and a t-shirt that read Coke across the top. She looked over her heels and frowned, grabbing a pair of skate shoes Shawn had bought her one year. Why don't I ever wear these? She popped her feet into them and grabbed her purse, rummaging around messily for car keys and walking out of the house carelessly and impulsively.
"I should really get this thing painted a different color," She growled at her silver Gallant, pulling open the used door and sitting on the warm black upholstery. Upon starting the engine's immediate purr, Juliet felt a rush in her heart. She revved it a few more times before backing out of the driveway and tearing across the pavement towards the highway to the SBPD. She floored the engine, pinning her head against the headrest as the car picked up speed.
The speedometer registered her current speed on the almost empty highway at 95 mph, but she personally registered it as slow-lane worthy. She shifted gears and pushed harder on she pedal, pleased with herself when she managed to pull it up to 110. Behind her, cars honked in warning and displeasure, but she only smiled wildly. What a rush!
But her rush was short lived: a dark black Ford Fusion with a little siren light on the top of the car. She rolled her eyes and continued driving as fast as possible, hoping that she would make it down to the station where she could make up something like, "Oh I'm so sorry, I broke my right foot a few days ago and have been driving with the left because my insurance won't pay for another Doctor's visit again." Or something, but the cop was relentlessly pursuing her bumper.
She pulled off the exit and was extremely surprised when the car ferociously pulled in front of her at a shocking speed. She person slowed his car down and gave Juliet no option that to also slow down with a loud huff. Eventually she was trapped on the highway exit, and she threw her car in park to await the policeman.
A tall man with salt-and-pepper hair cut short and two icy blue eyes clad in cheesy work clothing stepped out of the car, lowering his sunglasses with a shocked expression. "O'HARA?" He cried out of habit, walking up to the window with a gaping chin.
"Lassie!" She greeted and his eyebrows went all the way up to his hairline.
"What in the name of sweet justice are you doing speeding that fast?"
Jules rolled her eyes. "I was having some fun before I got to work." She frowned. "Is that the same tie you wore yesterday?" He couldn't respond before she gave him a face. "Come on, Lassie; Sears is having a two for $15 deal on ties this month!"
Lassiter stared in surprise. "I.. what?" He stuttered a few moments before face-palming and then throwing his hands on his hips. "You're acting like Spencer!"
"Maybe because I am one?"
He pursed his lips like he'd swallowed a lemon. Dang it, Spencer, why'd you have to marry my partner? He cursed mentally. "Well O'Hara-"
"I'm a Spencer-"
"-you shouldn't be going that fast on the highway!" Lassiter growled. "And I don't want to have to give you a ticket because you want to galavant like your husband!"
"Galavant, really? Lassie, you could do so much better." She gave him a pitiful look and changed car gears, pulling around his car and speeding off toward the office. "See you later, partna'!"
She giggled as she slammed the brakes and pulled into the SBPD parking lot, nearly crashing at she sped through a red light and landing her Gallant in a parallel parking spot with ease. She pulled the key from the ignition, not even bothering to change gears to park, and opened her door, walking into the SBPD stylishly.
The chief was in her office when Juliet walked in, uninvited. "Hey chief, what'cha doin'? If it's caricatures, I'm so in."
"I.." Karen Vick frowned and raised her eyebrows. "O'Hara- I mean, Spencer- I mean," She growled. "Juliet, you have a job to do in there. Why don't you go do it?"
"But chief," Juliet gave her a sad look. "There aren't any donuts in the conference room. What am I supposed to eat?"
"Hmm, well," Vick smirked. "How about you go and eat some of that paperwork that needs done?"
Jules' smile dropped. Grr-ou-chyyy! "Yikes, wouldn't I get a papercut on my tongue?"
The chief gave her a look, and Juliet rose her hand defensively.
"Say no more, I'm going to my desk." She skipped out of the office and plopped down at her desk, grabbing a pencil and beginning to work until she decided it was too much for her to handle. She looked over at Carlton's desk, smiled at it's sudden lack in work, and said to herself, "Oh, poor Lassie. He really needs something to do otherwise he'll just go insane!"
She picked up her pile of paperwork, looked across the room to make sure no one was looking, and placed the paperwork strategically beneath his second work weapon: the ball-point pen that no one ever touched because they knew he would poke their eyes out with it. He would never suspect anyone else of moving his pen atop the paper besides himself.
"Juliet?" McNabb raised an eyebrow as he peered over from his 6'2 perch. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, some of Lassie's paperwork got filed wrong and put at my desk. I thought I'd go the extra mile and return it to him like a good Samation."
"Samaritan?"
Juliet gave a silly laugh. "I've heard it both ways. Now Buzz," She got a sudden serious face. "I need to know if we will be receiving donuts this morning. And if so-" she caught sight of a receipt in his hand, reading Bobo's Donuts at the top of the bill.
A lightbulb went off in her mind, and she thought to herself, Hey, why not? She held a hand to the temple of her forehead and pointed the other index finger at McNabb. "Where are the donuts, Buzz? And are there any glazed left after those two you gave your wife?"
He raised his eyebrows. Juliet could tell a whole lot about just him from his physical appearance, which was unbelievably clear: hadn't shaved this morning, was up late last night, already had sausage before getting donuts, ate a blueberry donut, stepped on and broke a pen, and is hiding his wife's birthday gift in his Squad Car.
This was almost too good to be true.
"Yeah, yeah there are!" He laughed with an amazed smile. "How're you doing that psychic thing? That's usually Shawn's deal!" His brown eyes were absolutely astonished.
"I don't know! I woke up with this insanely beautiful ability to-"
"Oh my gosh," His smile dropped into a serious face. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
Her own jaw dropped. "Well I really hope not!" That sounded a little too salty for her taste, so she added, "I'm not so sure me and Shawn are ready for that kind of thing."
McNabb lowered his eyebrows. Juliet wouldn't make an incorrect grammar reference or act so recklessly, so what was really going on. "Shawn didn't switch your bodies, did he?"
"No, no!" She laughed. "That's crazy! That would make me Lindsey Lohan and Shawn is Jamie Lee.." She growled. "Oh, what's her name?"
Buzz grinned. "Yoghurt girl!"
Juliet tossed her hands in the air. "That's her! Anyways, I have a grazed donut to eat." She finished the last of her sentence in a Japanese accent, running for the donuts.
Please review if you'd like me to write more! It may take me a while (we're moving) but I will still try my best to write more to this story if I get some good feedback!