Hi! This is my first Psych fic, but not my first fic. Hopefully I can complete this one unlike the last one I tried!

Takes place after the season finale. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Bless Steve Franks.

She sat lazily on the bench of the orange, adobe building. She patted her bag along with the music that played in her earbuds.

Four, she counted in her mind. Her eyes scanned the room quickly from the entrance on her left to the other end of the hallway on her right. The noise of someone coming up the stairs located behind her made her tilt her head a bit, but only enough that no one would be able to notice.

Five, she tallied in her head as the man with another police hat walked by. Although she was used to noticing all parts of the room equally, her focus channeled mainly towards the door, hoping that the man in the picture that was given to her would walk in anytime soon. As she took another quick look, she didn't fail to notice the blond woman walking towards her. While she was sitting on the bench, she noticed that the woman had been eyeing her from the beginning. She knew she wasn't suspicious, but she looked a bit worried.

Pretending not to see her, she kept tapping her bag looking away from the woman. The music in her ears was not loud and she could hear everything around her, but when the woman tried to catch her attention, she pretended not to hear her.

"Hi, can I help you with something," the blond woman asked. When she didn't respond, the woman gave a polite wave in front of her face trying to catch her attention. She smiled inwardly knowing that the woman was not the persistent type. She took off her earbuds and smiled up at the person who politely tried to help her.

The woman repeated her previous question, "Hi, I'm Detective Juliet O'Hara here at the SBPD. Do you need help with anything? I noticed that you've been sitting here for a while." The detective gave a small smile making her feel like she could trust this Juliet O'Hara.

The girl stood from where she was sitting and swung her bag over her shoulder. Smiling she said, "I was wondering if you knew a person named Shawn Spencer? Do you know if he'll be coming in today?" The detective had an immediate reaction both on her face as well on the rest of her body. She took note of the slight confusion that overcame her face and the way her right hand was about to connect with her left almost as if reaching for her ring finger.

Hmm, guess they've got something else going on, she thought. Usually it would be something that she would immediately point out, but something told her that there was some type of secret involved.

Detective O'Hara bounced back quickly though and answered the question, "Actually, I'm not sure if he'll be coming in. He's taking some time off to take care of a family member in the hospital. I'm sorry, but if it's alright, may I ask what your relation is to Mr. Spencer?"

She had purposely tried to leave her name out of it, but knowing that she would probably be seeing more of this woman over the next few days she had no choice. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself," she said with a small laugh, extending her hand towards the detective. "Name's Adela Rodriguez and to be honest, I'm not sure what my relationship to Mr. Spencer quite yet is."

Now the confusion on Juliet's face was extremely noticeable. Not knowing how to respond to the girl in front of her, she shook her hand trying to make sense of what the girl had just said. She felt like she had been holding her hand a bit too long and noticed that she was still studying the girl.

"Sorry," Juliet said letting go of Adela's hand. "I could give you a different address where you may be able to find him. It's by a-"

"A boardwalk?" Adela cut her off raising an eyebrow with a small smile. "I checked there too..." She went on to explain how Shawn was not there, but all Juliet could notice was that even though the girl had the darkest and curliest hair she had ever seen, the girl's big eyes were familiar. Just like Shawn's, she thought, surprising herself at the remark. The girl was short, probably no taller than five feet, but her face looked like a young woman's. She wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with a brown, worn out, leather coat over a gray shirt. Her skin and body type was clearly of a Latin ethnicity. Her eyes, though, are what astonished Juliet the most.

"I guess I'll try the hospital then," Adela said bringing Juliet back to where she was, confused and staring at the girl with green-hazel eyes.

She shook her a head back to life and said, "Great! Well hope you find him." She sounded more bewildered than excited for Adela.

Tightening her grip on her messenger bag, the girl smiled at her, "I hope so, too." Both of the women started to walk away from each other, but Juliet stopped in her tracks feeling her eyes go wide when Adela called over her shoulder, "Thank you, Detective Jules!"

Before she registered what the girl had said, or call Shawn for that matter, Lassiter called from a distance, "O'Hara!"

Questions? Comments? Concerns? You know where to put those!

-Lelly