Hello lovelys! I'm baaaack!

I had this on my profile titled "In No Particular Order" but I've decided to change it to "Out of Order". It's a rather short fic in chapter length, 6 maybe 7 chapters, but each chapter is a fairly decent length.

This is set pre season 7 finale. While I loved the series finale, it doesn't give me much to work with, so all my psych fics will be pre season 7 finale, unless stated otherwise.

But yes, please review!

Present Day

Juliet O'Hara and Carlton Lassiter walked together, side by side, on their way to interrogation room D. It had taken them a couple minutes to find the right hall to go down, New York did everything differently to the way they did it back in sunny Santa Barbara. Carlton took long, fierce strides towards the interrogation room, an annoyance building up inside of him that only a Spencer could cause. Juliet, with her shorter legs, had to take very quick steps to simply keep up with her partner, a look of pure worry fixed on her face.

At last, the y reached the interrogation room. Carlton took in a quick, deep breath before pushing in the doors and walking in, Juliet following closely behind him. They both walked up to the table in the middle and each took a seat in front of their suspect.

"Alright," Carlton started, "Let's please just be quick and get this over and done with."

Their suspect arched an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his face, as if he didn't realise the immense trouble he was in. "Why Lassie," he said, "If I didn't know any better, I would almost say you weren't happy to see me!"

"Spencer!" Carlton snapped. "You have dragged me from my bed back in California halfway across the world! The absolute least you could do is cooperate with us!"

Shawn Spencer blinked twice at the Head Detective before turning his stare at his girlfriend. "Wow, he's a grouchy one today, isn't he?"

"Shawn," Juliet said calmly, "Just tell him what he wants to know. It's time to come clean."

Upon hearing his girlfriend's serious and worried tone, Shawn shaped up. His smile faded and he finally accepted his situation. He turned towards Carlton and said, "Alright, man, what do you want to know?"

Carlton was surprised at first. Spencer? Cooperating? There must be a catch! "Just tell us how you got to New York and why you had the stolen diamonds in your pocket."

"Now, Lassie-face, those are two very different slightly unrelated questions. You're going to have to be more specific."

There's the catch.

"This isn't a joke, Spencer. Just tell us everything from the beginning."

"The beginning is a complicated thing… You'll have to tell me from where to start."

Carlton started to lose his patience, "Oh my God. The beginning! The diamonds! Explain that!"

"Fine, diamonds," Shawn said simply. "I can explain that. You see, Lassie, I had actually planned it all out quite in depth. I mean, I had to. My life kind of depended on it…"

Five days ago

Shawn was still up at two o'clock in the morning. He inched his way out of the bed and stealthily made his way to the kitchen, terrified of the possibility of waking up Juliet. He sat down at the kitchen table, careful not to let the chairs or table drag on the floor. Juliet had noticed that Shawn was acting a bit weird over the past couple days, the last thing Shawn needed was for her to see him up at this hour. Well, no, the last thing Shawn needed was to have Juliet see what he was planning.

Displayed all across the table was fliers and detailed plans of a museum. Opening times were 8:00– 18:00. That meant Shawn had exactly six hours before the museum opened. By then, the diamonds will be gone. Shawn would have an alibi thanks to Juliet. She saw him go into bed with her, and so long as Shawn didn't wake her up when he left, Shawn should be fine. He'd be back in bed by 6, and she would never know that he had left. So that was his alibi sorted out. Next step: getting into the museum.

Now, of course, a museum is home to many priceless beauties. One in particular, the newest addition to the museum, is the Lost Diamonds. Legend has it, pirates had come to Santa Barbara carrying treasures that people could only dream of. Before arriving, they were ambushed by other pirates. The entire crew and captain died that night. Before they took the captain's life, however, he threw all his treasures overboard. If he couldn't have them, no one could. Now, most of his treasures had resurfaced and were being distributed all throughout California. Santa Barbara was home to the Lost Diamonds.

Shawn focused to the point at hand. He stared at the maps of the museum that he had laid out. He knew which entrance to take, he had decided that long ago. A building to the left of the museum had a fire escape. Shawn intended to climb up it until he reached the third story of the museum. The only way in from that point was to smash the window. If that didn't sound an alarm, someone would surely call the police and report the occurrence. That gave Shawn a maximum of two minutes to go in, grab the diamonds, and get out. It was doable. Very hard and very dangerous, but it was doable.

Now, once inside, Shawn needed the perfect tactic to get the diamonds in a quick manner. There were security guards all throughout the third floor, the same floor the diamonds happened to be on. But Shawn figured the smashing of the window would distract majority of them. While going through the first corridor when he walked in to the building would take him to the diamonds the quickest, Shawn couldn't take it. That corridor is also the fastest route for the security guards to get to the broken window and investigate the noise. So Shawn would circle around, taking the corridor on the right. After that, he would have to run like his life depended on it.

The diamonds were most likely going to be covered in a glass case. Assuming that the security guard was successfully distracted by the crashing of the window, Shawn would simply walk up to it, smash the glass and grab the diamonds. Once he smashed the glass, the guards would no doubt return to the site of the crime, hopefully making his entrance point empty. Shawn would then run back out that window, down the fire escape, and run like the devil himself was after him.

That was Shawn's plan. The aim was to be quick. If that meant making a bit of noise as well, so be it. Shawn figured there's no point in trying to be subtle about stealing the diamonds. It wasn't like if he didn't make a lot of noise they wouldn't realise they were gone. They'd find out eventually, so he might as well get it done quickly. He knew there were a lot of assumptions made in his plan and he knew how many possibilities there were for it to go wrong. He had to do it, though. He had to steal the diamonds.

So, the plan once again fresh in his mind, Shawn walked out his front door.

Shawn parked his bike a few blocks away from the building. He knew it was a risk bringing his own personal ride to a crime, but he had taken precautions – albeit, illegal precautions. Using a black cloth, Shawn hid his license plate, should the police decide to look at any cameras along this street. Shawn pulled out gloves and a ski mask. He quickly shoved his hands in the gloves and put the ski mask on his head, not yet covering his face. He cleaned the soles of his shoes, careful not to bring in any mud to the crime scene. He didn't want any footprints to be found. He pulled out the hammer he had stolen from his father's house days before and tucked it into his belt. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out the fragments of porcelain he had gathered before. Shawn's father was not impressed when he returned the spark plug with all the porcelain broken off, but he didn't care. Feeling reassured that his one way to enter the museum was safely with them, he shoved it back in his pockets. He took in a deep breath and moved towards the museum.

Climbing up the fire escape proved harder than Shawn thought it would be. He had to make a jump and then pull himself up before he could even start going up the stairs. So far, what was meant to be one of the easiest parts of his plan turned out to be very difficult. If this was the pattern his plan was taking, Shawn would regret ever coming up with it.

When he finally got onto the third floor, he stared across at the museum's window. The good news: it was a full length window, meaning he easily climb through from the fire escape. The bad news: it was a good three feet away from the fire escape. Which of course means that escape will be a lot harder once he actually steals the diamonds, and, of course, entrance isn't much easier either. Nothing was turning out to be as easy as he thought it would. Shawn groaned and reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out one of the porcelain fragments.

"Please, for the love of God, work," Shawn muttered to himself.

Shawn threw the porcelain against the window hard, and sure enough, it shattered into pieces. He took a second to let the shock absorb him. The yells from inside the museum quickly reminded Shawn of his time limit. He climbed up onto the railing of the fire escape, steadying himself by hanging on to the rail above him. He took a deep breath before leaping for his life, from the fire escape through the window. Surprised that he had made it okay, Shawn stared back through the window at the fire escape. The approaching footsteps reminded Shawn of his time limit. He had less than two minutes to grab the diamonds and get the hell out of there. So Shawn took off, running quickly down the corridor to his right.

He ran as fast as he could, fully aware of the time ticking away second by second. Eighteen seconds later and the diamonds were in sight. Unfortunately for Shawn, so was the security guard that decided to stay. Shawn cursed softly and tried to think of a way to get to the diamonds and get out. He now had less one minute and forty seconds. Think, think! Shawn stared at the hammer still tucked away in his belt. He could whack the security guard on the head –

'What are you thinking?!' Shawn thought to himself. 'You're con man, you're a thief, but you are not a murderer! You're not even violent! No blood is getting spilt, even if it is just to phase them!' The fact that the thought had even occurred to Shawn scared him senseless. How desperate could he be?

One minute twenty two seconds.

Shawn started to grow restless where he stood in the shadows. If that security guard didn't leave within the next twenty seconds, Shawn would be forced to do something he may never forgive himself for. Of course he would try to distract him, or try to just knock him down. He would never intentionally kill someone, no matter how desperate times became. But he had to think of a plan! he had to think of one now!

One minute six seconds.

Five.

Four – Oh, Shawn really didn't want to hurt anyone!

Three –

'Jack, come in Jack,' the security guard's walkie-talkie roared to life.

The security guard – apparently called Jack – pulled the walkie-talkie off his belt and answered, "Hey, Bobby, what's up?"

'We've got a disturbance on the East window. Looks like someone broke in, but we can't find anyone. I've sent Stuart to do a perimeter check, and I'm going to stay by the window in case he tries to leave again. Could you check out some of the corridors?'

"Sure thing," Jack answered and started walking towards the corridor on Shawn's left. Shawn stayed very still and tried to control his breathing, at the same time trying to listen in on the conversation. "Have you notified the police?"

'Didn't need to,' Bobby answered. 'The broken window triggered an alarm. They should be here in less than a minute.'

'Shit!' Shawn thought. 'Walk away faster!' he inwardly screamed at the security guard.

When he was finally satisfied that the security guard was far enough away, Shawn sneaked quietly out of his hiding place and towards the diamonds. Sure enough, a glass case was covering it. it didn't seem to be a very thick glass, maybe double glazed. The spark plug porcelain should do the trick, and the rest he could take out with the hammer.

Shawn took a couple steps back and pulled out the porcelain. He then threw it with all his might at the glass case. Most of it shattered, or at least cracked all over. It would be easy to take the rest out with his hammer. However, he was pressed for time. He could already hear Jack the security guard start to run back to his post. Shawn ran up to the diamonds, smashed away the glass with the hammer, and then he grabbed the diamond. He shoved them in his pocket and turned to make a getaway.

"Hey!" Jack yelled when Shawn turned around. Shawn thanked his lucky stars he had decided to wear a ski mask. "Stop what you're doing, put those diamonds back!"

Shawn zeroed in on the fact that Jack had a gun around his waist. The last thing he wanted was for Jack to use it. That would get Shawn's blood everywhere, if he even managed to get away after that. And now he was definitely pressed for time. Twenty seconds left, tops. So Shawn took off, running into the corridor the furthest away from Jack.

He ran just as his father taught him, zig zags. He knew Henry never intended for him to use it in this scenario, but he had no choice. So he ran and he ran.

Finally, he came out the corridor and saw his window. His wide open, broken window, his escape. And it was blocked. Bobby was standing there, and he definitely noticed Shawn.

"Hey!" Bobby yelled, and his hand flew to his gun. Shawn didn't even wait for the threat, he took off running in the opposite direction of Bobby, zig zags as usual. He ran through the halls until he reached the balcony of the third floor right next to the stairs, on which he could stare down onto the main entrance. He could see the blue and red flashing lights, and that was when Shawn knew. Time was up.

"Hey, you!" a third unidentified security guard called out at Shawn. That one must be Stuart.

Shawn turned around to run in the opposite direction, only to see Jack and Bobby hot on his tail. Stuart's hand inched towards his gun, and Shawn knew he had to get out of there now. He looked over the balcony, trying to see if it was worth it at all to jump. There were banners that were hanging off the balcony. Shawn could do it as they did in movies and climb down it. Not seeing any other option, he ran towards the balcony.

Shawn jumped over the railing and grabbed hold of the banner. He started to climb down it, when he heard a terrifying sound; the ripping of the banner. To drop from where he was now would be a very painful, very permanently damaging fall. To make matters even better, Shawn could see the police start to file into the museum, majority of which had noticed him and were making their way up the stairs. Shawn looked around quickly, trying to figure out what to do. If he climbed down just a couple more feet, he would reach the second floor railing. He could grab hold of that and climb over, then figure out what to do from there.

So Shawn climbed down, faster and faster. Just as he was about to reach the second floor railing, the banner ripped completely, sending Shawn falling. At the very last second, Shawn managed to grab hold of the railing. The banner then flew down the various stories of the museum, beautifully landing on the first group of officers sent up the stairs. That gave Shawn maybe ten seconds head start. With that new surge of hope, Shawn climbed over the railing quickly. He turned to run towards the stairs, and there he was greeted with a familiar face and a gun trained on him.

Of course, of all people, of all officers in the entire Santa Barbara Police Department, it had to be him.

"Put your hands up and go on your knees," Buzz McNabb ordered fiercely. Shawn reluctantly complied, his eyes focused on the gun. "Put your hands behind your head," Buzz ordered. Shawn did as told. Buzz then walked towards Shawn, the gun trained on him until he was face to face. Buzz put away his gun and grabbed hold of Shawn's wrist. With his other hand, Buzz reached for his handcuffs, and Shawn knew exactly what to do.

"Sorry," Shawn said, using a deep, almost Batman-like voice.

"What?"

Shawn twisted the wrist Buzz had grabbed hold of. With his other hand, he grabbed Buzz's gun and hit him on the head with it. Shawn chucked the gun over the balcony before grabbing the set of handcuffs still in the officer's hand. He then cuffed Buzz to the railing. Shawn then jumped to his feet, ready to take off in any direction. The police and security guards were both making their way towards the second floor, each literally a couple steps away from it. So Shawn took off running.

He ran the perimeter of the second floor before he found his potential escape. A full length window, exactly like the one on the third floor. There would be a fire escape on the other side. If Shawn could break the window again, he could make it out. With the police hot on his trail, though, how was he ever going to manage that? Then the idea struck him. He'd jump out!

Shawn ran full speed towards the window. He shoved a hand in his pocket and pulled out his last piece of porcelain. When he was close enough to the window, he threw the porcelain at it as hard as he could. The glass went shattering down, creating the perfect exit for him. Shawn continued to run forward to the broken window. He ran through the shards of glass and finally jumped through it. He grabbed hold of the fire escape railings and quickly pulled himself up and over it.

"That is, by far, the coolest thing I've ever done," Shawn muttered to himself as he started running down the fire escape steps.

He looked back for only a second to see that the police had stopped at the open window. Some were turning back, already heading for the stairs. No doubt there were still police officers and police cars stationed on the main road, so that route was out of the question. Shawn would have to resort to taking alleyways and footpaths until he reached his bike. Good thing he had an eidetic memory and had decided to look at city maps before getting into this mess.

He was getting away with this.

Less than half an hour later, Shawn was back home. It was four o'clock, Juliet would be waking up in three hours. That was plenty of time to clean up his mess. First thing's first, Shawn took off the cloth hiding his license plate. He then pulled out a garbage bag from his bike's storage. He shoved the cloth, his gloves and his ski mask in it. Shawn pulled out the diamonds and hammer and place it on his bike for now. Next, Shawn started to strip off his clothes. First his hoodie, then his trousers, and even his shoes and socks. They had video surveillance in the museum, they no doubt knew what he was wearing. He threw all of it in to the bag. He then tied it in a knot and threw the bag into the bin outside. Shawn grabbed his keys, diamonds and hammer and headed inside.

The whole house was still dark, so he found it safe to assume Juliet was still asleep. Shawn quietly locked the door behind him and walked into the bathroom. Shawn looked at his reflection in the mirror to inspect that damage. To his dismay, he found many cuts and bruises. He'd just have to hope no one would notice and ask how he got them. Shawn then moved towards the toilet. He pulled out the bag of diamonds and the hammer and stored it behind it in the gap. This was just a temporary hiding place. Tomorrow, he'd take it to a safe he had set up in the Psych office. For now, he had to stick to his alibi.

Shawn snuck back into his room, happy to see Juliet still curled up on her side of the bed, just as he had left her. He stealthily walked towards the bed and gently eased himself back in bed. He scooted closer to Juliet and put an arm around her.

Juliet started to stir in her sleep, feeling the warmth of Shawn around her.

"Shawn?" she murmured, still clearly half asleep.

"Hey, Jules," Shawn said quietly, hoping to sound as tired as she did.

"Where were you?" Shawn stiffened.

"I was… just getting a drink, Jules," Shawn lied smoothly.

"Okay," Juliet murmured and scooted closer to her boyfriend. Shawn let out a breath of relief. "You okay?" she asked, having heard the sigh.

"Yeah, I'm good," Shawn said, a smile starting to form. "Everything's just good."