Short 1shot for Psych Season 3 Episode 15 Tuesday the 17th…well not a 1 shot, a small series of chapters of Shules moments that totally could've happened during the episode.
1st one:
It was dark. The kind of moment that makes your heart pump a million beats per minute, steals your breath away, and makes your hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Detective Juliet O'Hara experienced just that as she walked cautiously into the small, seemingly abandoned cabin. The lights were off, and she wasn't taking any chances. Her gun was drawn as she made her way into the middle of the room. Her every footstep echoed off the empty walls.
"Hello? Shawn?" she asked the empty air while thinking what the heck has he gotten me into? Then all of a sudden there was a loud snap that cracked the air! Juliet whipped around with her gun, staring down…a door. Then a deep voice, one that she knew and loved, filled the air with its tones.
"Jules. Wow. You made really good time." He said, his voice muffled by the wood in between them. She visibly relaxed a bit, a smirk playing on her face. Oh my gosh I cannot believe him. She didn't know whether to laugh or yell at him for scaring her.
"Shawn…are you hiding in that closet?" there was a definite mocking tone to her words as she drew nearer to it.
"…No. No I'm not. That's a negative…How've you been?" he asked, acting as he always did, brushing off any hint of danger with his jokes. Juliet shook her head and shrugged to herself. Would she love him if he was any other way?
"Okay this is weird!" she said as she walked over to the door to let the 'psychic' out. He popped out and walked right past her, making up some lame excuse as usual.
"Here's the thing, Jules, and I wouldn't possibly have expected you to know this, but sometimes the psychic headlights can get a little bright and I have to balance that effervescence with dark space. Closets are very good, coffins are great." He stopped walking and turned to face her, staring into her bright, big blue eyes while she looked on and listened with amusement. But she decided enough with the excuses!
"Shawn, you sounded really spooked on the phone. What's going on?" she asked, slipping into her detective mode. His hazel eyes stared deep into hers and she felt a stirring within herself, feeling as if he could see right through her.
"Yeah, solid question and I'm gonna bring you up to speed, but first would you mind coming back in and catching me doing some inverted sit-ups or perhaps lifting a large anvil over my head?" he asked, flirting with her as usual. She just shook her head and stared him down until he finally said,
"Okay Jules, fine, you caught me. Yes, I might have been a little frightened and thank you for coming,now…" and with that he trailed off on the story of the missing camp counselor.
A/N: so, how'd ya'll like that little bit? Leave you wanting to read more Jules? Yes? No? agh, respond already!