My very first Burn Notice/Psych crossover! In my little head, a meeting between our favorite fake psychic and our favorite burned spy isn't completely out of the realm of possibility, since Juliet is from Miami and most of her family is still there. Hehehe. It's a very short fluff piece. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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"I see… I see snow globes! And expensive shoes."
"Wow. That's impressive."
Michael Westen rolled his eyes. "Come on, Fi. You're not really believing this, are you?"
Fiona Glenanne shushed her dubious boyfriend. Then she looked at Shawn expectantly.
Shawn glanced at Michael before looking at Fiona again. "You two have been together for… six years, but you're not married." Shawn pointed at Michael, whose expression remained neutral. "You have a fear of commitment, but you do love her."
Crimson slashes rose on Fiona's cheeks.
Taking a sip of his pineapple smoothie, Shawn cleared his throat and touched his finger to the side of his head. "There's a past history… You've known each other for longer than six years. You met…in Ireland!"
Michael's hand moved slowly toward his gun. "Who are you again?"
"I'm Shawn Spencer, head psychic detective for the Santa Barbara Police Department!"
"I don't believe in psychics."
Fiona jabbed him under the table. "Don't listen to him, Shawn. He's very paranoid."
A blond woman approached them, calling Shawn's name. He stood up, finishing the last of his smoothie. "Time for me to go. But before I do, the spirits have sent me one more message." He pointed to the breast pocket of Michael's shirt. "He has a diamond ring in his pocket. I think he's going to propose to you."
Michael's face fell, and Fiona lit up as Shawn walked away.
It was all too easy to read a spy, especially when someone gave him all of the information beforehand.
The End!
A/N: Hehehe, I love the idea of Michael vs. Shawn. LMAO. Thanks for reading, and please review!