Psych does not belong to me. But the DVD does.
…
Shawn buys a pineapple at two o'clock in the morning.
Smirking, he hands the cashier the money for it and walks out heading back to his bike.
He wishes he could've told someone he had a psychic vibe that he would be buying pineapple
at all hours of the night. But Gus is asleep, and his dad, well, he wouldn't be calling his dad tonight.
Pineapple in hand, Shawn heads home.
….
Shawn cuts the pineapple into cigarette matchsticks.
Jules would kill him if he cut them into triangles and he was definitely not planning on making a third store run of the night.
Heading into the living room, Shawn drops the bowl on Jules lap, reaching over for triangle pineapple pieces placed on the stand next to her.
He shoves three pieces into his mouth before he knows what he's doing.
Even with Shawn's brain, he still wonders why triangles couldn't be re-cut into matchsticks.
Pineapple is, after all, pineapple.
"Thank you!" Jules exclaims sweetly, wiggling her toes and digging into her bowl.
Shawn can't help but eye the clock on the wall and groan.
Jules laughs running her fingers into his hair.
Burying himself further into the other side of her blanket, Shawn closes his eyes, lured into exhaustion by her soothing motions.
He feels the baby kick against his head. At least he is the one exhausted.
"Just be glad it's pineapple Jules, if the baby had wanted anything else…" He loses his train of thought.
She laughs, stopping her hand motion for a second.
"It's late Jules. You weren't the one all day following Lassie around as he ran in circles", Shawn mutters, cracking his eyes open.
Jules looks up, eyes wide.
"Shawn…" she cries, "strawberries would go perfect with this".
She eyes him.
She glances down at her now enlarged belly.
God, he's a sucker.
…...
Shawn buys a container of strawberries at two-thirty-two in the morning.
….
"Shhhh...Gus, I'm trying to listen!" Shawn exclaims as he re-adjusts the glass cup against his ear.
He yawns once.
The only indication he stayed up late the night before.
Gus paces beside Shawn, clearly frustrated, eying yet another officer sidestep Shawn on their way down the hallway.
It's ridiculous really, how many people ignore Shawn's actions at the Santa Barbara Police Department.
"Shawn! I really don't think listening in on Chief Vic's private conversation with Lassie and Juliet will get us anywhere!" Gus says between paces. "Besides, won't Juliet tell you about it afterwards?" he questions.
Shawn looks backwards at Gus, surprise written on his features.
"But Gus, this is a ton more fun! Just think, we're like Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, when they…" He's interrupted when the door suddenly bursts forward, revealing a very red faced Lassiter.
"Lassie!" Shawn cries, fumbling with the water glass against his head, "here's that glass of water you asked for".
Shoving the empty glass into Lassiter's hands, Shawn nabs Jules jacket before she leaves, tugging it gently.
Juliet nods.
Turning back to a gaping Lassiter, Shawn pats him on the shoulder. "I'm so glad your following the 8 glasses of water a day rule Lassie. You know, Gus here worries sometimes that…"
"Get. Out." Lassiter forces through clenched teeth.
"Sorry," Gus amends, "we were just…"
"Gus." Lassiter turns to the man, "since you are so worried about my drinking habits," he shoves the glass into Gus's hands, "here, you, go get me a glass of water. Oh, and Spencer…" Lassiter changes focus, "if I ever see you eavesdropping on SBPD private business again, I will personally arrest you and throw you into jail myself. Don't even think for a minute that just because your married to Juliet you will get your own "Get out of Jail Free" card", Lassiter finishes, turning on his heel and walking away.
"I wouldn't think of it Lassie!" Shawn calls back.
Gus, muttering a dark comment underneath his breath - something that has to do with Shawn, a watering hose and a very wet psych couch - turns to go into the kitchen.
"Gus I didn't mean…." Shawn begins, wanting to make amends.
He hesitates.
Decides to shoot amends out the window.
"On second thought, while your there, could you grab me some pineapple, I'm famished."
Gus ignores him, continuing to walk away.
"Awww, come on Gus!..."
"What if I said it was for Julies and your godchild?", he retracts.
Gus pauses, hesitates, then gives a quick head nod.
How could he deny his godchild anything?
…
"And Chief said that Gus and I were absolutely forbidden from this case?" Shawn asks, leaning against Jules desk.
Jules herself sits on her chair, leaning back as she pats her belly absentmindly.
"I mean, I know she's the Chief and all but really, forbidding something is a little extreme. At least when Indiana Jones was in the temple of the forbidden eye…" Shawn rants.
Gus arrives, pineapple bowl in hand.
"Thanks Gus" Juliet comments, taking the bowl from the man, eyeing the pineapple and the way it is cut with distrust.
It's silly really.
With a quick shake of her head, Juliet tentatively takes a small bite.
"Now, what's this about Shawn and I not being allowed on a case?" Gus asks.
"Forbidden Gus" Shawn explains.
It seems Shawn has forgotten about the pineapple.
Juliet ignores him.
"As I was telling Shawn," Juliet explains, "Caster and Jackle are…."
"The Caster and Jackle!" Gus cries.
Shawn tries to interject with a "Now Gus…", but Juliet cuts him off before he can finish. Grabbing his arm she squeezes gently.
"The SBPD find it would be in the best interest for the cops psychic and very own Guster to personally sit this one out. We cannot risk the events that happened the last time which, as you remember, brought Caster and Jackle in front of a judge only with petty crime charges", Juliet finishes.
Shawn breaks free of Juliet's grasp, boxing her in between her chairs armrests instead.
"Jules," Shawn is at once serious, "this won't be like last time. Kernel Sanders over here…" Shawn nods his head once, in Gus's direction, "won't get involved with the high of…"
"I didn't get high from the thrill of Russian Roulette Shawn….", interjects Gus.
"As I was saying," Juliet exclaims before an argument would without a doubt, ensue, "neither of you are allowed on this case. Period. There is to much at stack for you two to be involved again!"
Shawn and Gus both shut their mouths.
Remembers a time a little over 6 months ago they begin this case.
Innocent rabbits down a very dark hole.
After a moment, Shawn's eye's flash.
"If we're not involved on this case then for god's sake Jules, you can't be allowed on this case either!", Shawn all but yells, furious.
"We," Shawn points to himself and Kernel Sanders, "did get a little over our heads. I agree".
Gus nods as well.
"Last I remember though, Caster and Jackle are all about hitting where it hurts. Where do you think it's going to hurt most?!" Shawn exclaims, beyond angry now.
Juliet grabs his hands.
Moves them off the armrest.
Makes him look at her.
"You have to trust me to do my job," Juliet stares at his face, "nothing is going to happen if you let me and Lassiter do our jobs."
She takes a glance at Gus.
"Which means, both you and Gus have to stay out of it. Okay?" She shakes Shawn's arms when he doesn't respond, "Okay?".
"Fine," Gus mutters out, "but just for the record, I am not happy about it."
"Neither am I buddy," agrees Shawn, "but will let you be the badass Jules."
He swallows.
Once.
Twice.
"Try not to get Lassie killed okay? I'm fond of his slobbery kisses".
Juliet squeezes his arms.
Let's go.
Grabs a slice of pineapple, and gets to work.
….
Caster and Jackle were a case Shawn and Gus tried to close 6 months ago.
SBPD got a tip by an anonymous caller that some bad shit was going down near the Santa Barbara night strip "The Pink Banana".
One night, the cops showed up.
Nothing was found.
The Pink Banana, thinking themselves in the clear,breathed a sigh of relief.
Until however, the SBPD's psychic exclaimed that the police were missing something important.
The Pink Banana pressed pause on their actions for another moment.
They were, in a sense, in between limbo.
Afraid the police would show-up again they halted most of their sketchy crimes.
Wondering what new evidence the psychic found, the police waited before heading down again.
When, they all asked the psychic.
The psychic would have to get back to them.
His wife just told him she was pregnant.
…..
Will get back to more chapters in a bit.