Part Time Ballerina, Part Time Murderer
Chapter 1:
Shawn was pleased with himself. He had actually convinced the chief to throw a "Policeman's Ball." How? He claimed he had a vision proclaiming that unless they held this fundraising event now, The city would go bankrupt, causing the station's funds to run dry, causing them to let go of most the staff, causing crime to overrun the city. The chief of course, not wanting this to happen, finally agreed. Shawn's real reasoning behind the Policeman's Ball? Wanting to dance with hot police chicks.
Shawn was excitedly chatting with Gus and the chief, when he realized something tragic. He had left his gift of delicious flavor in Gus' bright blue excuse for a car.
Shawn therefore excused himself from the conversation, in order to go retrieve his pineapple.
As he walked through the front doors, he noticed something much more interesting than pineapples (Which, for Shawn of course, was a big deal.)
There, sitting on the front steps, was a beautiful police lady. Clad in a flowy, gray ball gown, she sat by herself, looking quite depressing. Shawn noticed she had taken off her shoes. Her toenails were cut short, and her feet were covered in calluses, which were obviously not from her brand-new shiny heels. Her hair was also in a tight bun, held firmly in place by a hair net, many bobby pens, and as it seemed to Shawn, an entire can of hairspray.
"Excuse me ma'am, but I believe you're in my seat." Shawn said, standing directly behind her.
She spun around and looked up at him, first with a look of surprise, which faded into apology, then lastly, confusion. "Your seat? This spot on the steps is your seat?" She asked him, with a just a hint of attitude.
"Sorry," He apologized, as he sat down next to her. "That usually works. I'm Shawn Spencer."
"And I'm leaving now." She asserted, as she stood up abruptly.
Shawn caught her by the wrist, "Come on, I know you don't want to go back in there. Your feet are exhausted, you just got done with a performance. You were incredibly excited to go home, and soak your feet in one of those water foot massage thingies, but CRAP! The ball is tonight, so you had to come here and dance even more, so you took your first opportunity to sneak outside."
"How do you know all this..." She asked cautiously, but Shawn just continued.
"Not wanting to leave early and make a bad impression on the Chief, you decided to wait until the very end, dance the last dance, and then get the heck out of here. Like I said, my name's Shawn Spencer, and I am a psychic"
"Actually you got that part wrong. I'm family of one of the officers, therefore, until they want to leave, I don't have a ride." She corrected. "My name's Shawna."
"Wow, that's uncanny." Shawn murmured.
She laughed. "He's a funny guy" she thought to herself.
"Say, Shawna, I know your feet are tired and all, but, could I have this dance?" He asked, standing upright and offering her his hand.
"Ah, why not. Yolo right?" She said taking his hand and letting him lead her back into the ballroom, leaving her shoes on the stairs.
"Aw, Look at Shawn." Juliet said, as she tried to coax Lassiter, who hiding in a corner, out on to the dance floor.
Lassiter took one look at the couple, and promptly felt nauseous. He could now only see the unfortunate girl's back, and no longer her face. "Is that... no. Of course it isn't." Lassiter assured himself.
"They look cute. I wonder who she is." Juliet thought out loud.
"Whoever it is, I give her my sincerest apologizes." Lassiter grumbled.