Hey guys! I'm back with another Psych fic. :D Inspiration sparked a long time ago -2 weeks maybe? - but I needed to find a perfect storyline.

The season premiere episode was amazing! Don't you agree?

Definite Shules action in the next Psych episode! (Which is today!)

Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or Psych. :'(

It was a sunny and cloudless day in Santa Barbara. The calm and gentle clap of the ocean waves provided cool air to the nearby beach go-ers. A couple of yards away stood the infamous Psych office. Inside, the pseudo psychic Shawn Spencer sat on the new leather couch he'd bought - with Gus' credit card of course - for the office and sipped away at his ice cold pineapple smoothie as he propped his legs on top of the oak coffee table. His arm was slipped around his girlfriend of two years' shoulders, all the while pulling her close.

Detective Juliet O' Hara leaned her head against her boyfriend's shoulder as she reviewed the case file and drank a pineapple smoothie of her own. They sat comfortably as the AC provided cool and refreshing air around the office.

"Shawn we're never going to get anywhere like this. We've been here for half an hour and we got nothing." She complained.

"Well, I wasn't paying attention Jules. I was savoring this moment as well as enjoying the cool air." He grinned at her.

She looked up at him and screamed his name is frustration, "Shawn!"

After being scolded by his girlfriend, Shawn innocently said, "Sorry." He removed his arm from around her shoulders and took a look at the case file. He quickly scanned over every inch of the crime scene photos, statements, and other information that was in the file.

After a few seconds of intense observation and silence, he finally said without any hesitation or doubt whatsoever, "It was the Chairman's secretary."

Shawn laid back against the couch and took a sip of his drink as he watched the junior detective in amusement.

"You barely even looked at it!" She said, taken aback by the quick answer.

"Look at the signatures." Shawn moved his finger over to the Chairman's signature on his statement. "This is clearly his signature." He took another sip of his drink as he moved his finger to copies of three different checks that were supposedly signed by the Chairman.

"These aren't."

"How would you know?!" She said with a twinge of attitude in her voice.

Shawn lifted his hand to put his finger to his head, but Juliet stopped him from doing so.

"No psychic BS, Shawn."

"Fine." He straightened himself and set his drink on the coffee table. Gus would kill him for not using a coaster, but he would deal with that problem later. He positioned the file on top of his and her legs and pointed at the forged signatures.

"You see that little blob on the curve of the 'L'?" Juliet nodded. "It's a hesitation mark. If you look at the Chairman's signature, you can see it flows without any hesitation whatsoever. As for the two other checks, they also have the same blob on the curve of the 'L'. The next part of the signature must've been hard to duplicate."

He leaned back taking yet another sip of his smoothie as he watched Juliet observe the checks' signatures closely.

"I'm so glad that you defied your father and didn't become a detective." She said after a few minutes of observation and silence. "I would be out of a job."

"Well if I was a detective, you wouldn't have come to Santa Barbara and I might've been partners with Lassie. Ugh." He pretend shuddered.

"Don't kid yourself Shawn, you like Carlton." She smirked, knowing him so well.

"Fine." He admitted. "But back to us. If you never came here, we would've never met." He made a frown to show his sadness at his "What if" moment.

"Then I'm definitely grateful for that." She teased.

Noticing her tease, Shawn made his move. He flashed her a smile as he inched towards her until her head hit the armrest.

He whispered, "I know" as he tortuously moved bit by bit to her lips.

Hating the tease, she lifted her head just a bit off of the armrest to fill in the gap between them.

They savored every moment, every nano-second of the kiss.

Her arms found their way around his neck as he found the crook of her neck and shoulder. She giggled lightheartedly as he planted soft kisses on her sensitive skin.

"Sh-Shawn." She said.

"What?" He turned his head to look at her before attacking the corner of her mouth.

"We have to go. An innocent man is being held at the station." She responsibly said.

"Oh come on, Jules! It's not like he's going to die if we make out for five more minutes." He now directly looked in her eyes, trying to convince her.

"Shawn..." She pulled away and slipped away from under his grasp.

"Jules..." He repeated as he sat up.

"Later. I promise." She said with confidence.

"Okay." He perked up at her words and followed her out the door.