A Psych Fanfiction

Chapter One

It was a warm, sunny afternoon in May when all the trouble began for the crime busting Psych team.

Shawn Spencer and Burton 'Gus' Guster had just driven through the sticky Santa Barbara afternoon heat from the Police Station to their office. After having wrapped up a high profile case for the Department, they were now the proud owners of a big fat check and the praise from the entire Station. Even the long suffering Detective Lassiter had grumbled a word of thanks as they'd left, something that Shawn wasn't likely to let him forget.

They were on a high note, but their bubble exploded with an almighty bang when they arrived at their Office, only to find the front door already open and the lock very expertly picked. Now, it was a true fact they weren't the most safety conscious people to grace the face of the planet, but they knew to lock their front door before leaving.

Well, Gus did anyway.

The Office wasn't situated in a particularly bad area filled with looters and thieves, even though they spent their days solving crimes for the Santa Barbara Police Department. So looking at the busted door in front of them, they found themselves both confused and a little frightened, even though they would never admit it. Confusion was definitely the prominent emotion though. Who the hell would want to rob them anyway?

It's not like they had any money, considering the check in Shawn's back pocket. They didn't have anything of value in the Office, aside from the Xbox next to the TV. Although to be fair, Gus did have all those Star Wars action figures that he had meticulously been collecting for the past nine years.

Now you may know the feeling. You always think or assume that if you were confronted with a criminal, you'd stand up for yourself and fight back. In actual fact, you'd probably wet your pants and scream like a girl. Shawn and Gus were somewhere in the middle stage of fear at the moment, verging on working up the courage to barge in bravely and confront whoever was wandering around their office.

"You go first Gus, you have an authoritative voice. They'll run away..." Shawn nudged Gus gently towards the door, but it only succeeded in making Gus slap at him.

"I will not go in there without some kind of weapon Shawn. You know what happens in the movies. The black guy always dies first and you know it, while the white guy escapes from danger via his own cowardly ways."

"Gus, don't be Gina Davis in Beetlejuice. Just go in-" Shawn tried to push him once more but Gus glared at him in a scary way. "Fine, we'll go in together. How does that sound?"

"Good, but if I'm Gina Davis, then you're Alec Baldwin." Shawn made a face at that.

"You know what? You be Alec Baldwin and I'll be Micheal Keeton..." he bartered and Gus put his 'consideration' face on.

"Deal."

Pushing the door open inch by inch, they saw nothing out of place but Shawn, the pseudo-psychic grabbed an umbrella from the stand next to the door while Gus snatched up the heavy writing pad on his desk.

They crept forward in a crouch as silently as they could, weapons raised in defense at the would-be killer in the next room.

From somewhere behind them a voice spoke, making them panic instantly and start to swing blindly around their heads, while the so-called burglar looked on in amused disbelief. The swinging and yelling went on for a few seconds before Shawn finally calmed down enough to realize that they weren't being butchered yet.

He stopped his swinging and paused to actually look at the burglar. "Gus, stop," he held up his hand, but Gus continued thrashing about and didn't seem to hear a word. "Gus..." Shawn ducked a wild swing of the writing pad. "Gus!" he whipped out his hand and slapped his friend's shoulder. Gus stopped momentarily to glare and rub the stinging spot where he'd been hit. Thankfully, he too spotted the intruder before he could begin his assault on the air again.

"Chloe?"

"In the flesh. Has anyone ever told you that when confronted with an attacker you're not supposed to do... well, any of what you just did?" Her amused voice broke them out of their stunned silence and Shawn laughed loudly, a sound of relief mixed with happiness.

"Thank God," he bent over, his hands on his knees and the umbrella dropping to the floor. Gus seemed equally relieved at their safety and let out a noise of laughter as he sat down.

"We thought we were going to die..." he finally spoke when Shawn's laughter had tapered off to happy wheezes.

"I thought you were going to die too. I mean, from a heart attack not from me doing anything remotely violent. So how come you didn't know it was me psychic boy?" Chloe threw herself down into the seat she'd been perched on when they'd arrived so spectacularly. Shawn sat next to Gus, heart still pumping with adrenaline and his hands shaking slightly.

"It figures that you would break into our place and ask us the intrusive questions. We have some explaining to do about the psychic thing but in the meantime, what are doing here?" he waved her question off, asking one of his own. Chloe grinned, wide and happy like she'd never been away. "Uh-oh, I know that grin. Gus, tell me you know that grin."

"I know that grin... that grin almost got me fired," Gus narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but Chloe merely laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to catch up with my favourite high school buddies. I'm down for a few weeks and I thought we could hang out, if you're not too busy depleting the population of criminals in the area..."

Shawn and Gus looked at each other.

It was on.

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As they settled into their seats at the Five Wings Bar, Chloe passed a twenty to Gus who wandered off to buy them drinks. She finally turned to Shawn with a sly grin in place and he knew he wasn't going to get out of this easily. "Explain, Mr. Psychic Man... If that is indeed who you are..." she raised an eyebrow playfully. Shawn chuckled loudly.

"Alright, alright. You know me well enough by now to know that I'm not psychic. You know that thing I can do, the hyper aware, super memory thing?" he questioned and she frowned, trying to remember back to the last time they'd hung out.

"The creepy thing your dad trained you to do? The 'one-day-my-son-will-be-the-greatest-cop-ever thing?"

"The exact same. Well, I called the Station one day with a tip off on a robbery and, well you know how cops are. They dragged me in for questioning, thinking that my brilliant mind had thought up a robbery plan-"

Chloe snorted in disbelief. "You idiot. So you pretended to be psychic, hoping you wouldn't be arrested for knocking over a store?" Shawn grinned.

"You are on the ball tonight," he held up his fist for her to bump.

"Can't believe you're lying to the SBPD..." Chloe raised a disapproving eyebrow at her old friend. "You know it could get you arrested if your caught right?" Shawn's response was another snort of laughter.

"I don't think you should be warning us about the dangers of prison 'Mrs. Lets Jump Over the Twenty Garden Fences to Escape the Cops'," he laughed loudly over the jumpy blues music that had begun playing in the bar. Gus wandered over through the thinning crowds of a Monday night and set another three beers in front of them, dropping the change into Chloe's outstretched hand.

It wasn't the most swinging bar ever, but they'd managed to make it cozy enough and Chloe had wanted somewhere quiet that they could talk about old times, so they'd come to the only place they knew would be as dead as the guy they'd found outside Macy's four days ago. "That was a great night," Chloe remembered fondly back to their freshman days, filled with alcohol and fun. "We really did some crazy things, but lying to the cops Shawn? You really don't think you'll be caught?"

"Even if he is, Juliet would probably bail him out anyway," Gus teased making Shawn nudge him and frown.

"You're dating a cop too?"

"Oh, no. Jules and I aren't dating. We're kind of... well I don't know if friends is the right word... Gus? Define how Jules and I work."

"They skate around each other and avoid the subject, while the rest of us have to listen to the flirting," Gus finished in a firm tone of voice, telling Shawn that there was no room for arguments. Shawn shrugged in an agreeing way and Chloe laughed.

"Oh the abject humiliation."

"Hey, there's plenty of people out there who just flirt for the sake of flirting these days..." he grumbled but Gus was quick to end that argument.

"Yes Shawn, but they don't drive down to the Police Station at nine in the morning when a certain someone's shift starts, just to flirt for the sake of flirting. They also don't take them coffee with their favourite kind of muffin so they don't get hungry," he finished smugly.

"Oh, burn," Chloe raised her hand and Gus slapped it, grinning from ear to ear.

"That's what I'm talking about."

"You guys suck. And since when has the 'hand-slap' been cool again? Clearly no-one got the memo about the 'fist-bump'," Shawn went back to his beer, still grumbling as they laughed at him.

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As Shawn awoke the next morning, his head pounding and his eyes bleary from the night before, he immediately knew he wasn't at home. For one, Chloe and Gus were still passed out on the floor and couch respectively and two... why the hell was there a chicken clucking around the floor? After a few seconds he registered that he was in the Psych Office, buried under a mountain of microwave rice packets and four empty cans of Mr. Whippy spray cream. He gingerly shook his head and winced as his headache intensified slightly.

His stomach churned like a tumble drier, even as he lay still on the floor and he held back the sudden urge to hurl the contents of his stomach across the room.

The soft snores of his friends in the corner was a soothing sound but he pinched himself on the leg to stop himself from falling asleep again.

The chicken clucked in surprise as he groaned and sat up, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that the Office hadn't been trashed. The sound of the Uncle Ben's Microwave Rice hitting the floor as he moved woke Chloe. She mumbled something unintelligible and what sounded like a swear word before she shuffled to her feet. Ushering the chicken out of the way nonchalantly, like it wasn't the strangest thing she'd ever woken up with, she dragged herself past Shawn to put the coffee pot on.

Somewhere deep in the back of his foggy head, Shawn registered a shrill ringing sound and it took him a while to realize that it was his phone making all the noise. Heaving himself from the floor groggily, he finally found it stuffed inside a freezer bag on his desk, along with four sugar mice and a bonbon.

He shook his head at the sight, but instantly regretted doing so when he winced.

"God, will you please answer that phone already? It's driving me nuts..." Chloe grumbled as she walked past, setting down a mug of strong coffee in front of him. The smell was like heaven and Shawn gulped down half of the burning liquid in one go. Chloe proceeded to nudge Gus awake with her foot quite roughly, his snoring loud enough to wake the dead and probably make her headache worse.

Rolling his eyes at them, Shawn clicked the answer button.

"Hello?" he said, his voice hoarse.

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"... are you alright? You don't sound too good." Chief Vick's voice was laced with concern when Shawn finally picked up his phone and Juliet looked up from the chair she was sitting in. Shawn never usually took so long to answer his mobile and when he hadn't turned up like he usually did to bring her a coffee and a muffin, Juliet was slightly worried.

But she'd brushed it aside, assuming with a twinge of annoyance that he probably had better things to do with his morning than pander to her and bring her things, no matter how much he seemed to enjoy seeing her smile. The first morning he'd turned up out of the blue, she'd been confused at the two coffee cups and the muffins in his hands. He'd jumped up onto her desk, crossing his legs and holding out a cup to her wordlessly. He only grinned when she moaned appreciatively at the warm beverage. Ever since then, he was there without fail to cheer her up on the mornings where Lassiter was being particularly harsh, or when it was raining.

Any little excuse had been acceptable, until they'd fallen into a comfortable routine that was just normality to them now.

Karen's voice drew her from her thoughts.

"Well, I assure you Mr. Spencer, your hangover is the least of my worries- Yes, I am aware of what alcohol can do to your brain...-No, I'm not going to tell you how I know..."

Shawn was hungover? Well, of course Juliet had seen him drink before. Hell, she'd even drank with him, but never before had she seen him anything other than slightly giddy. Although since Shawn was almost always giddy, it was hard to tell the difference.

But by the sounds of it, he and Gus must have had one hell of a night. She tuned herself back into the Chief's side of the conversation.

"Mr. Spencer, I don't care if she is your guest, she cannot come with you to a murder investigation... No... Well... Temporary member of Psych? Should I honestly believe that? How do I know she's not a floozy you picked up?"

Juliet's stomach dropped slightly. Shawn had a girl with him, who he'd woken up with by the sounds of it. Why did she have that jealous feeling lodged in the pit of her stomach? Shawn didn't belong to her... He wasn't her property, he could sleep with whoever he liked. Her stomach plummeted a little more.

"High School?"

The Chief let out a long agitated sigh, rubbing her temples to relieve the tension headache she could feel building in the back of her head. When Shawn began to argue again, she finally relented. "Fine, bring her, but I swear Mr. Spencer, if she compromises this investigation then I will personally make sure that you and Mr. Guster never work on a case again."

There was a brief pause as Shawn said something on the other end of the line.

Juliet swore she saw the Chief's mouth twitch in the hint of a smile. "I assure you, I don't have a feeling voice." With that, Chief Vick promptly put the phone down and groaned, her head falling into her hands. She eventually looked up at Juliet and spoke. "I wish our resident psychic wasn't so spontaneous. He's bringing an old school friend of his down to the Station. She arrived last night apparently-... Detective?"

Looking up, Juliet blushed under the Chief's gaze, realizing that she'd been staring miserably at the floor while she'd been talking.

"Yes?"

Karen narrowed her eyes slightly at the young woman. "Are you alright? You look a little upset."

Juliet was immediately defensive. "Me? Oh no... I'm not upset. Why would I be upset...I'm just excited about the case," she tried in vain to slap a happy grin on her clearly unhappy face.

The Chief cocked her head to side and gave her that knowing look that creeped Juliet out sometimes. That look meant she was going to say something perceptive, that was probably going to be dead right. Either that or she'd been up for half the night with a teething child again.

"If it helps Detective, she sounds like she's just an old friend who dropped in. I also heard Mr. Guster in the background." Karen's voice was soft as she reassured her Detective over what she'd heard. Karen Vick certainly wasn't blind, and the look on Juliet's face when she had mentioned a girl and been sour at best. At worst she'd seemed confused and a little bit betrayed.

Juliet's stomach rose a little higher to it's rightful place at the Chief's kind words. Karen wasn't finished however.

"I could have sworn I heard a chicken too."

Juliet shook her head and wandered out of the Office just as Lassiter was walking along the hallway, his arms laden down with endless paperwork. She groaned under her breath when he stopped directly in front of her desk, a pleading and out of place grin on his face.

She looked down at the ground and willed it to open, frowning when it stayed exactly where it was.

Just as it always did.

A/N: This is going to be my first multi-chapter Psych Fanfiction :3 I sincerely hope that you enjoy it. You can probably expect pretty regular updates for a while as I've got most of the chapters written already. It Shules of course, my favourite ship and there will be smut. (I know, I'm terrible, but there just isn't enough smut out there for the pairing.)

My OC Chloe appears in almost everything I write, so please give me your honest opinion on her for future reference. She's a lot of fun to write so I hope you like her.

Reviews make my day so go for it ^^