The Question

Disclaimer: Oh, if only I owned Psych…But alas, I don't. Sigh.

This is my first Psych fic, and it's Shules (or O'Spencer, or whatever else you wish to call it).

As with all of my stories, this is completely unbeta-ed.

Shawn Spencer sauntered into the Santa Barbara police station with a pineapple in hand and Gus in tow. He passed many officers whose social security numbers he knew off the top of his head.

They should really hide the key to the personnel files better, he thought, I mean, embedded in the false back of the janitor's closet? Please.Can anyone say obvious?

He made his way around a corner, down a hall, past a few plants, and arrived at his destination: the desk of Junior Detective Juliet O'Hara.

All capitalized, of course, since she's so awesome.

Looking around, there was no sight of the young detective.

"She's not here. Hey Gus, where's J-" Shawn stopped speaking when he realized Gus was no longer right behind him. "Okay, where's Gus?"

"Hey," a familiar female voice called out.

Shawn's head whipped around to see the person speaking.

"Hey, Jules! What's up?" he asked, leaning against her desk.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, not unkindly.

"Just brought some pineapple. Are you in the mood for something delicious?"

"I can't right now, I'm in the middle of a case. I'll have some later."

"Alrighty then. Well, I have to go find Gus, so I'll let you get back to your case," Shawn said, standing up straight.

"Okay. See you later, Shawn," Juliet said, and started walking away. When she reached the door, she paused, and then turned around.

"Are you ever going to ask me out?" she questioned him.

Shawn's eyebrows shot up, his eyes opened wide, and his mouth started opening and closing.

Juliet just smiled as she walked out of the room.

A few seconds later, when Shawn had regained control of himself, and could finally move, he shot out the door after Juliet.

"Hey Jules! JULES! Hey," he called as he ran after her.

Juliet stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly.

"Hey, Jules, I got this crazy idea," he waved his arms in the air to prove just how insane this thought of his was, "and maybe you'd like to go out tonight? Around seven?"

"Sorry, Shawn, I can't. I'm busy tonight. And the rest of the week. And month. Probably the entire year. And I have a steady boyfriend. We're engaged."

"Um…Well, okay then… I guess I'll just-" Shawn started to say, but he was cut off by Juliet.

"I'm kidding. Seven sounds great."

Juliet pushed open the door she had been standing in front of and slipped through. A few seconds later, Shawn called out a belated. "Cool!"

As he walked away, Shawn's phone rang.

"Hey, Gus.--------Where am I? I'm, uh…How 'bout I meet you at Jules' desk?--------------No, I can't tonight, buddy.---------'Cause I got a date----------No, I'm not telling you who. Guess.------------GUS! NO! I do not have a date with Lassie-face!----------------------------Maybe…Maybe not.--------------------------------------Okay, yes. It's Jules.-----------Stop screaming. Gus, stop screaming!-------------Yeah, I know. Bye."

My first Psych fanfic...how was it? Please review and tell me what you think!