DISCLAIMER: I do not, unfortunately, own any of the characters or anything pertaining to the original Psych. I do, however, own Alexandra Ramsden.
As Shawn came waltzing into the police station, he noticed a girl sitting on the bench across from the front desk, looking apparently at ease. What kid looks at ease in a police station? he wondered as he took in her jeans, Princeton t-shirt, and bright blue Converse. Her hair was wavy, light brown with bold blond highlights and, as she paused momentarily from her sketches to glance around, her eyes were a striking blue that slowly faded into a light green around the pupil. She looked really familiar, and Shawn, normally the one with hyper observance, couldn't for the life of him remember where he knew her from. She caught his eye and smirked, then immediately went back to drawing some sort of architecturally advanced house. Shawn, shocked that a girl of about sixteen had blown him off like that, when most girls that age knew him by face and name, backed all the way up to Detective Juliet O'Hara's desk, watching the girl all the way.
"Hey, Jules, what's the haps?" he inquired of the pretty blond detective doing paperwork before him.
"Oh, hi Shawn," Juliet said, barely glancing up from her stack of papers. "I don't have time for your banter, however witty, today. We've had a rash of supposed 11-44's ever since Michael Jackson died; all the notes claim they want to be reunited with the King of Pop. It's a mess, I have a lot of paperwork to do, and the Chief wants you in her office, now."
"Okay, you win, but first, who's that girl sitting over there?" Shawn asked, pointing over his left shoulder.
Juliet peered around him. "Hmm, not a clue. She came in about an hour ago, sat down at the bench, and hasn't looked up since. Not even when they brought the convict that held up the Mobil Station on Las Palmas, and that got attention from everyone." She paused and stared past Shawn once more, her eyebrows raised. Shawn turned and saw Carlton Lassiter, head detective of the SPBD, walking towards him.
"Lassiterio!" Shawn exclaimed. He observed with a keen eye the detective's parking stub from the Santa Barbara Gun Expo, and the tiniest spot of a mango smoothie below his second button. "The spirits tell me you are late this morning because… you registered a new gun! Also, the spirits want me to tell you that they are surprised you like mango, they always thought you more of a kiwi man."
"Spencer, I don't know or care why you know about why I was late, and… they were out of kiwi. Just get into the Chief's office, I'm sure you have had time to annoy pretty much everyone here," Lassiter glared down at Shawn. Lassiter's height had always seemed like an advantage to himself, especially when intimidating criminals, but now, next to Shawn, he just felt lanky and awkward.
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Just waiting for Gus. We are partners, you know, and I like to wait for my partner before taking on a case. I am a caring person," Shawn added as an afterthought as a pretty black haired woman passed by. She smiled at him, as if to take in the flirting gesture.
"Hey Shawn, you ready?" Burton Guster, Shawn's partner in crime-solving, was waiting outside the Chief's doors, putting away his work phone. In regards to the phone, he was annoyed with Shawn for using all of his work minutes to phone into for some radio contest.
"Yeah buddy, let's go. Bye Juliet," Shawn winked at O'Hara as he walked away. All Juliet could do was chuckle and go back to her mountainous pile of work.
Shawn ran into Chief Karen Vick's office, stopped suddenly, and flopped down into one of the chairs in front of the desk. Chief Vick raised her eyebrows at Shawn and shook her head as Gus sat in the other chair. Their eyes met and the Chief understood; Shawn was hyper today.
"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster, thank you for rearranging your busy schedules to come in to speak with me this morning."
"Oh, it's no problem Chief, all I was going to do was play Mario Kart, and Gus was going to pretend to finish his route, all the while avoiding me," As Shawn recited their plans for the day, Gus glared at him.
"That's not funny Shawn. Chief, I did in fact need to finish my route; I don't want you to think-"
"Boys, I honestly do not care what you were going to do today, because now you are doing something different. Alexandra!"
Shawn whirled around to see the girl who had so unkindly smirked at him unfold her legs and look up at the sound of her name. The Chief gestured for her to come into her office, and Alexandra complied, all the while looking at Shawn intensely. She stood between the two men, and rested a small hand on her hip.
"Mr. Spencer, this is Alexandra Ramsden. She is a high school student who-"
"Excuse me Chief, but the spirits wanted me to know that Alexandra… wants to be an architect!" Shawn proclaimed, doing the classic hand-to-head motion he had become so famous for. Alexandra stared down at him in disbelief.
"That's so right!" the blue-eyed teen exclaimed. The British accent took both Shawn and Gus by surprise. "And you must be Mr. Spencer, or Shawn. I am so sorry that your parents got divorced. You were only, 15, right?" Shawn's eyes widened.
"Mr. Spencer, you are to take on Alexandra as your psychic apprentice. Coach her, sharpen her skills. She will be with the both of you for about a month, then she returns to London to contemplate moving here permanently. Consider this an official police assignment. You will, of course be hired for cases along with this responsibility. Any questions?"