Psych: Princess
Prompt – princess
Disclaimer: Psych…not mine. Just borrowing. Don't sue.
Author's Note: Part of the bi-weekly challenge on Psychfic…this was one of my earlier ones.
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Juliet had thought that temporary reassignment in a small, sheriff-run town for a few weeks would be easy.
"I'll handle that, Princess."
She had thought that her hard-earned reputation from Santa Barbara would make more of an impact on the people who had asked for the department's help; that they'd treat her like the skilled professional she was, not some hopeless city girl.
"You stand back now, Princess."
She hadn't expected them to be so patronizing towards her.
"Leave that to me, Princess."
"Oh, I'll take care of that, Princess."
"Now Princess, you just sit there and look nice, and don't worry your pretty little head about things."
"Leave your glass slippers in Santa Barbara, Princess?"
By the end of the first week, she had had enough. Finally, she left work and went back to her hotel, and dialed the one number she could be certain would pick up at that hour. He answered on the second ring.
"Hey Princess. Kicking that small-town sheriff's butt across the desert?" Juliet smiled. Somehow, she didn't mind the nickname when he used it.
fin.