A/N: Lo and behold my attempt to write a story with a plot. I know, I am scared as well. As always, infinite thanks to my beta and the yin to my yang, Elize34. Oh and I probably should mention that in this fic, the relationship between Shawn and Juliet is still very much a secret, not even good old Lassie has found out yet. Oh and another thing, English still isn't my first language so I apologize for the grammar mistakes in advance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I do however own a very cute stuffed animal that I named 'Bear' at the age of 3 but I guess that isn't really relevant to anything at this point.
Chapter 1: (Prologue)
It was 5.30 am in Santa Barbera and the rising sun was shining bleakly when the doors of the main entrance of the Santa Barbera Police Department were thrown open and a couple came walking through.
One of them a young blond female detective named Juliet o'Hara although the few people outside would have had a hard time recognizing her as such. The heavily-applied make-up around her eyes was smudged and her lips were a bright colour of red. Furthermore, she was wearing flaming red high heels and a black skirt which most people would consider to be too short and, well, indecent. The rest of her body was covered in a navy-blue sweater which was way oversized for her and probably belonged to the man walking next to her. The man next to her so happened to be Shawn Spencer, a snarky (fake)psychic with remarkably good hair. However today his hair was messy and ruffled as if he had run his fingers through it numerous times that day.
Both looked like they hadn't had a proper night's sleep in days. There also was an unusual silence between them and every time Shawn opened his mouth to say something, one look from Juliet convinced him not to.
When they reached Juliet's car, she opened the door and gave Shawn a questioning look when he didn't do the same and remained standing motionless on the pavement.
"Are you sure I won't mess up your perfect little life when I get into this car? Since I recall you saying I have a way of doing that." Shawn said, almost spitting out the words. His voice lacked any warmth and his normally so playful tone was replaced with an unfamiliar harshness that made Juliet cringe. "Just get in the damn car Shawn." she said in a flat tone, only the way how she hissed his name betraying how angry she was.
Shawn hesitated one more second before getting into the car and using just a little bit too much force to close the door. He hadn't even fastened his seatbelt yet when Juliet began driving away, almost exceeding the speed limit.
"I'll drop you off at your apartment, okay?" Juliet said after a little while in the same flat tone. Shawn just nodded and ran his fingers through his hair for what seemed the millionth time that day. He looked at Juliet and noticed how her hands were gripping the steering wheel just a bit too tightly and how her smudged eyes were fixed on the road and never wandered for one second.
He closed his eyes, hoping the tiredness would slow down his over-active mind which he really resented right that moment. He was having no such luck though and from the moment he closed his eyes, the memories of the past month came washing over him and he was simply too exhausted to try to stop them...
A/N: Short, me knows, but it is only a prologue after all. I really hope it did what a prologue is meant to do, which is getting you interested in the story. Right under this is a nice little button which is called 'review.' It would be pretty darn epic if you would, like, click it and, I dunno, tell me if the prologue did its job. Pretty please? Much appreciated!