Hello everyone! So here it is my first Psych fanfic. I hope you guys like it.

IMPORTANT: Spoilers up until the summer season finale! But please note that I changed the outcome of the episode a little. The kiss between Shawn and Juliet never happend! Juliet went on the trip with Declan and is still dating him at the beginning of my story (don't worry it won't last long).

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended!

I'll post the first three chapters to catch up with my updating on ;)

Chapter 1

It was just another normal Monday morning at the SBPD headquarters when head Detective Carlton Lassiter's phone went off.

"Lassiter." He answered grumpily. A high-pitched female voice started screaming at him.

"Ma'am, please stay calm and tell me exactly what happened." He listened intently while scribbling down some notes on a sheet of paper. Meanwhile Junior Detective Juliet O'Hara stepped closer to his desk after observing the scene for a second.

"Mrs. Dubenham, don't touch anything! We'll be there in a few minutes." With that he hang up looking a little paler as usual.

"What's wrong, Carlton?" asked Juliet.

"That was my next door neighbour Mrs Dubenham. She found her dead husband just a few minutes ago. Apparently he was murdered. Let's go, O'Hara, we've got work to do."

Well this really shook him up. There must be something else that he didn't tell me about. Juliet was deep in thought as she walked to Lassiter's car.

"Should we call Shawn and Gus to help us?" she suggested.

"What? No, of course not! I don't need that pseudo wannabe psychic to solve a case. Why are you so keen on him lately? You asked him to help with the last three cases before we even tried to solve it on our own. That just makes it look like the police can't handle cases on their own anymore. So a definite NO to your question!" he barked at her.

Taken slightly aback by the harsh way of the head detective Juliet remained silent for the rest of the car drive. Why was he going off on her like that? Yeah, sure she called Shawn and Gus in more often lately, but they really did help to solve their cases faster.

They arrived in a nice neighbourhood and came to a halt in front of a small house. An elderly woman came rushing out of the door as soon as the two detectives stepped out of the car.

"Oh, Carlton, thank God you are here! It's so awful. Blood everywhere… and my dear Peter lying there. This is all too much for me." With a sigh she gripped her heart and slowly went down. Lassiter took a quick step forward and caught her before she connected with the sidewalk.

"O'Hara, call an ambulance. Now! She might have a heart attack."

The ambulance arrived a few minutes after Juliet made the call and the EMTs took Mrs Dubenham back to the hospital. Just as the two detectives walked up to the house they heard a familiar voice behind them.

"Lassie, Juliet. What a coincidence." said Shawn Spencer "What are you guys doing here? Having a tea party at Lassie's house?"

Shawn and Gus were both wearing shorts and t-shirts apparently going for a jog.

An annoyed groan escaped Lassiter's mouth. Why did they have to come by at this exact time? And how on earth could Spencer possibly know his address?

"No, we're not having a tea party, Spencer. And now go away." He answered grumpily.

"Why so grumpy, Lassie-face? We were just on our morning run when we saw your car and thought we'd stop by and say good morning. Sooo, good morning Lassie and an even better morning to you, Jules." He winked playfully at her.

"Morning, Shawn." She smiled at him.

"Well, if you're not here for the tea party, what brought you two out here?" Gus asked the two detectives and then facing Shawn "Damn, I would love a nice cup of tea and some cookies right now."

Earning an agreeing nod from Shawn and a disapproving grumble from the head detective.

"That's none of your business. Now continue your jog, you sure as hell need it."

The two men gasped. "What? We need it? Just so you know Gus here worked as a professional model so we won't take your comment as an insult but rather as a jealous remark." Shawn said bumping fists with Gus.

"Actually I meant that you need it, Spencer. But that's subsidiary. Just get out of our way and let us do our work." He barked at him.

Looking truly offended now Shawn returned "Subsid-what? Ugh, whatever. So you don't want our help on this case, huh? Oh wait, I'm getting something." He moved two fingers of his right hand to his temple and closed his eyes. "Strawberries… heart… red roses… red … that's it. I see blood... blood is everywhere. Murder. Someone was murdered right here in this house." He took a deep breath while pointing at Mrs Dubenham's house with his left hand.

"Well, Carlton, you have to say that that was impressive. They could be a real help. Let them take a quick look at the crime scene. Maybe Shawn can pick up something." Juliet suggested.

Lassiter looked at her like she just said he should wear a dress once in a while. There's no way he would let those two snoop around his crime scene with his actual approval. But still… Shawn's vision bothered him. Red roses? That couldn't be right. Just a wild guess probably. Or could it actually mean that…? No, he answered his own question firmly. But maybe he should keep the psychic around and let him take a look later just to be on the safe side.

"Alright, Spencer, Guster, you two stay out here until I say differently. Understood?"

They both nodded and Lassiter spun in his wheels and walked up to the house with Juliet following right behind him.

"Nice 'vision' you just had. But seriously, strawberries and red roses?" Gus laughed at his friend.

"Yeah I know. But I couldn't think of something else and I had to get to blood somehow." He responded with a sly smile on his face.

"So I assume you won't tell them that we followed Lassie's car and hid in those bushes over there and listened to every word the old woman said before she fainted and that we just pretended to jog by to have an excuse to be in the area?" Gus asked his best friend.

"What? Of course I'm gonna tell them the truth… right after I propose to Lassie. Dude seriously that would totally kill my performance I just put up there." Shawn countered laughingly.

Meanwhile in the house…

Lassiter and Juliet entered the kitchen and what they found made them both gasp. There was a huge blood stain on the floor with a blood covered knife lying in the middle of it. There were bloody sander marks leading from the kitchen door to the next room as if the body was dragged over there. As the two detectives followed the blood trail they walked into the living room leaving the two breathless. The blood trail had vanished abruptly as if someone had cleaned it up. On the couch Peter Dubenham's dead body was lying, his hands put together on his chest holding on to a single red rose. There were no visible signs of blood or any fight for that matter. He looked almost peaceful and like he was just sleeping. But that wasn't the case both of the detectives knew that.

Lassiter was paler than usual his hands slightly shaking. He was back. But why? Why now? Why here? He's never come back to one place before.

"Carlton, are you okay? You know I could take over with you knowing the victim and stuff…" Juliet threw in pulling him out of his thoughts not quite understanding her partner's flustered look.

"What? No, it's okay, O'Hara. I just… I know who did this." He answered calmly.

"You know who did this? We haven't even been here for five minutes and you already solved the case?" The junior detective asked bewildered.

"I wouldn't call it solving the case. It… it's a serial killer. Have you ever heard of the Rose Murderer?" Lassiter asked finally regaining his composure.

"Rose Murderer? Uh, I don't think so. Maybe we talked about him in the Academy but I'm not sure. Fill me in?" Asked a curious Juliet.

"The Rose Murderer has killed twenty people, none of which we could link in any way to each other. His MO is always the same. He kills his victims with exactly five stabs in the back using a kitchen knife that he took from their kitchens. He drags the bodies to another room afterwards, laying them on a couch or a bed positioning them just like in this case with their hands holding on to a red rose on their chests. Then he cleans up the sander marks in the room the body lies in, letting it appear is if the victim was sleeping on the first sight. He has never left so much as a shoe print, not a single fingerprint, not even a hair. This guy is basically a ghost. He has killed in 20 states and we could never get a hold on him. There is just no evidence and no witnesses. This guy has been murdering people for the past 10 years without us coming close to him once." Lassiter answered in low voice his words drenched with hatred and repulsion.

"And what is your connection to him? Did you investigate the crimes?"

"Yes, I was part of a special team focusing on the Rose Murderer after we found a dead body right here in Santa Barbara five years ago. We tried everything to find him but never had any luck. And then the murders just stopped. No body was found looking like this for exactly five years now. And what's really weird is that he never killed in the same city before not even in the same state for that matter. So the question is why he suddenly changed his ways and why he began killing again in the first place…" His voiced trailed off deep in thought again.

"Well, I'm gonna call this in with the department and tell them to send over a forensics team to process everything. Maybe we'll get lucky and they find something. After all if the murderer changed his MO maybe he made a mistake. Or maybe this isn't the Rose Murderer at all and we're just dealing with a copy cat." Juliet suggested. "How about we'll have Shawn and Gus take a look?"

"They won't find anything. This isn't a copy cat, it's the Rose Murderer. I know it. And I'm going to catch that son of a bitch this time! Don't let those two morons touch anything. I'm visiting Mrs. Dubenham in the hospital. We'll meet back at the station." With that he stormed off.

What a great way to start the week, now I'll have to deal with grumpy Lassie- uh Lassiter…damnit Shawn is rubbing off on me- for the next week or even longer. Just great. Juliet thought while dialing the Chief's number.

After talking to her and filling her quickly in on the details she was now waiting for the forensics team. I might as well get the guys to take a look.

Just as she was about to walk to the front door she heard a noise from the kitchen. Drawing her gun out of the holster she slowly made her way to the kitchen door. Taking a deep breath she entered the kitchen pointing her gun at the intruders.

"Whoah, Jules, put the gun down, it's just Gus and me." Shawn said looking up at the blonde detective.

Damn, girl. This whole cop thing with the gun and cuffs makes you look even sexier. He thought to himself making a small smile appear on his face along with a nearly invisible blush.

"What are you doing in here? Carlton told you to wait outside, didn't he?" Juliet was barking at them slowly coming down from her adrenaline rush after thinking there might be someone dangerous in the house. Looking at Shawn who was sitting on the kitchen counter with his feet dangling in the air while Gus was standing as far away from the blood stain as possibly

"Yeah, well he did, but when do we ever listen to him." Shawn countered, bumping fists with Gus again (who looked a little pale which was totally understandable in a room with a huge blood stain covering the floor) while winking at Jules who couldn't help but smile at his gesture.

"Sorry, guys but I think the Super-Sniffer needs a time out. I'll be outside for a few minutes." Gus stated obviously trying to not breathe through his nose. Shawn chuckled at that and bit into a cookie.

"Uh, Shawn, what exactly do you think you're doing?" Juliet inquired looking from Shawn's face to the cookie in his hand and back.

"Eating a cookie? You know Jules as a detective you should've recognized that yourself. You want one, too?" he offered while holding out the box of cookies.

"What? Shawn, seriously, there is a dead body in the next room and you're eating?"

"Yeah I know it's a little weird, but you see the whole talk about tea party and cookies made me kind of hungry and then I saw this box and just…OWW" His explanation was interrupted when Juliet walked up to him and pinched his arm.

"You'll come with me to see the body. Now! And you'll put the box back where you found it." She was grabbing his hand and pulled him off the counter giving him no time to react or protest in any way.

But Jules… You just… You pinched me. That's an assault. I could sue you." He whined while being dragged to the living room. Juliet turned around and just glared at him. "Or I could just let it slide this one time. Whatever you want, Jules." He mumbled obviously a little intimidated by the blonde's reaction.

They entered the living room and stopped right in front of the couch. It took Juliet a few seconds to realize that she was still holding Shawn's hand. Wow, I never thought his hands would be this soft yet strong at the same time. It's kind of nice holding it but I don't wanna creep him out by holding onto it longer than necessary. So she slowly let her hand slip out of his instantly missing the warmth on her fingers. Focus, Juliet. You have a case to solve. She reminded herself.

"Uh, Jules, you sure this guy is dead? He looks like he's sleeping." Shawn wondered.

Juliet sighed. "Yes, Shawn, he's dead. No pulse, no breathing and the amount of blood in the kitchen are pretty solid indicators for that, don't you think? But shouldn't you be getting some kind of vibe or anything from him or some kind of call from the spirits telling you he's dead? You're a psychic after all." She looked at him and raised her eye brows.

"Well… uh yeah… I should be getting something… I… uh…" Before he could say anything else he was interrupted by Gus coming in followed by the forensics team.

Gus definitely never had a better timing than right know. Thank God, he came in. I don't know what I should've told Jules. A visibly relieved Shawn thought.

He scanned the room trying to find anything useful but was unsuccessful.

"So Jules, I think we're pretty much done here, I'll have to get back to the office to try to put my visions in the correct order and sort some things out. Everything is kind of foggy right now. We'll get back to you as soon as we have any hints, alright? Okay, well, bye." Shawn quickly said and pulled Gus out of the door with him leaving behind a slightly confused Juliet.

A/N: Any kinds of comments and suggestions are very welcome as I think that they can only help me to improve my writing. Feel free to review. :)