So. Story #1 in a series that I have named: Trust Is Earned. I'm hoping for at least 3 whole stories for this one. Well see how it goes. Thanks goes out to my awesome beta, Susannanass.

Shawn could feel the heat radiating his way. One look at his father's almost purple face told him he's in trouble. Actually, the fact that Henry had grabbed him by the arm and practically yanked him in the direction of the interrogation room was all the proof he needed that his father was angry. Though Shawn typically could remember whatever it was that had pissed his father off, he was coming up blank this time. This wasn't right; he always knew what he had done wrong…even if he played it off as if he didn't, more often than not.

Henry was pacing the room, four steps up and four steps to the down. A back and forth, continuous motion. It was unnerving to Shawn, but it calmed Henry. Which was exactly what he needed. To calm down, and have a rational conversation with his idiot son. Two weeks he had been helping the SBPD try to nail Holden Marshall for murder one. They all knew that Holden had killed his business partner. However, knowing that he did it and having proof that he did it were too totally different things. Two things that his son did not understand. Well that, and the fact that Shawn had no perception of danger.

"Look, dad, if you're not gonna explain your sudden urge to permanently bruise my bicep, then I'm leaving."

Henry's heavy footfalls stopped, as he spun around to glare at his son. The boy was sharp as a tack, had an unfailing photographic memory, and the ability to pick up things that most people couldn't. Yet he did lack the ability to understand that what Henry had to say was important.

"First off, I did not bruise you. Second of all, Shawn…this has to stop. Holden Marshall is very dangerous and highly intelligent. You have to stop playing the psychic, and start actually getting to work on this. You've yet to actually get any proof that Holden did it-"

Shawn held up his hand, momentarily forgetting where he was. "You know what, dad? Playing 'psychic' is how I earn my living. Do you think Chief Vick would let me within ten feet of a crime scene if she knew the truth? Yeah, I have photographic memory and the perception of what could be considered a Greek god, but none of that matters if she ever finds out that I've been faking this entire time!" Shawn's voice raised a couple of octaves, before remembering where he was.

"Shawn-"

"You know, dad. It's real nice of you to bring this up in the station like this. Do you know how often officers walk past the interrogation rooms? You should, you work here-"

The door behind the two of them flew open. Standing just outside the door jam was Lassiter, his arms folded over his chest and almost permanent scowl on his face. Slightly behind him was Juliet, tears in her eyes and a hand placed over her mouth.

"What's up, Lassie? You like the play me and my dad are putting together-"

Lassiter held up a hand. "Can it, Spencer. We need to talk to the chief. Now!"

He turned around and quickly disappeared. Juliet stood, frozen, staring at Shawn with her mouth now agape.

"Jules."

She slowly shook her head. "Tell me it's a sick joke. Tell me it's not true. Shawn..."

Her eyes were pleading with him, as her fingers brushed against her wedding band.

"I'm so sorry-"

Before any other words could leave his mouth, she hastily turned and ran back the way she had came. Shawn turned back toward his father, tears glistening against his eyes. "Thank you, dad." Shawn's head hung as he walked back out of the interrogation room.

Henry followed closely behind him. He couldn't say that he didn't feel bad, because he did. Shawn had finally found something that made him happy, and though Henry would never admit it, it made him proud. He just hoped Shawn didn't do something stupid, like Shawn had in the past.

As Shawn neared the chief's office, he could hear Lassiter practically screaming at Vick. The closer he got, the more he could make out. Finally, he could see through a slit in one of the blinds. Lassiter's arms were flailing about, like crazy. Taking a deep breath, Shawn walked through the door. Everything stopped immediately. Lassiter's hands, that had been mid-air when Shawn walked in, dropped limply to his sides. Juliet stared at him wide-eyed, and Vick had her hands placed firmly on her hips.

Shawn knew there was no way to joke or even lie his way out of this. He had known that this would eventually happen. He had been kidding himself if he thought he could keep the charade up forever, especially after he had fallen in love with Juliet.

"Mr. Spencer, would you care to explain what my head detective is telling me?" Her eyebrow rose slightly.

Sighing, Shawn ran a hand over his mouth. His eyes downcast as he spoke, "I believe, Carlton overheard a conversation with my father and myself." Shawn's voice was merely above a whisper. He heard as everyone inside the room gasped and stared at him in uncertainty.

"So, what Detective Lassiter told me is true then?"

Shawn picked up on Vick's tone. It wasn't shock or even anger, which is what he had expected. It was more of an indifference, like she had been expecting it to happen.

"Yes."

Shawn felt Lassiter take a step toward him, and for the first time Shawn was afraid that the gun-wielding detective would actually take a shot at him.

"What are you saying yes to, Spencer? I want to hear you say it." Lassiter's eyes gleamed with a newfound unhappiness that Shawn didn't even think was possible.

His eyes flickered toward Juliet, her face displaying a look of utter devastation.

"I can't," Shawn muttered. His eyes still trained on Juliet, who started to squirm slightly.

"I don't care, Spencer. I want to hear it, and I'm sure your wife needs to hear it."

Sighing, shuffling back and forth on his feet. "Fine. I'm not really psychic." Shawn could feel his anger starting to bubble back up. How dare Lassiter make him utter those words in front of Juliet? What was it to him?

Shawn could feel his hand clenching and unclenching into fists. Turning toward Lassiter, Shawn stared at him. "How dare you!"

Lassiter jumped in surprise, before scowling at Shawn. "How dare I? How dare you! Waltzing into this precinct, pretending to be something your not. Lying to everyone in front of you! Living behind a false front! What in the name of sweet lady justice were you thinking, Spencer?" Lassiter poked Shawn in the chest with his finger as if it was the exclamation point on the end of his sentence.

"What was I thinking? I was thinking that I was helping the police out. I was thinking that you tried to arrest me, and that the only thing I could think of to make you believe me was to tell you I was psychic. Then Chief Vick told me if she found out I was lying that she'd have me thrown in jail. So gee, Lassie, what do you think I was thinking? What concern is it to you if I was lying or not? I got results! That's all that should matter. It shouldn't matter if I'm psychic or not. All that should matter is that I figured out who was good and bad, and I added some much needed flair onto the whole revealing process-"

"Okay, both of you! That's about enough. Mr. Spencer, I don't care why you did it. Good reasoning or not, what you've done is considered a crime. I cannot overlook that. I need you to step outside my office and sit down nice and quiet in one of the chairs. You will wait until I come out to talk to you, do you understand me?"

Shawn sighed, "Yes."

"Good, go."

Stealing one last glance at Juliet, who was in the process of removing her wedding band, Shawn sulked out into the waiting area. Sliding down into one of the seats, his head fell into his hands.

"So, what'd she say?"

Henry's gruff voice, grated on his nerves. Shawn's head flew up, but he knew better than to raise his voice. He was already in a world of trouble, and didn't need to add to it. Glaring at his father, he made sure to keep his voice low.

"What do you think, Dad? She gave me a lollipop and sent me on my way!"

"Shawn..." Henry was using his warning tone.

"No, dad. You don't get to use that tone with me. This was your stupid mistake! You know, one of those things you don't think you ever make. Yeah, well you just made one. By the way, dad, you ruined my life in the process! Did I mention that my wife was taking off her wedding ring as, I left the chief's office like a scolded little puppy? So thanks, for that, dad."

Henry ran a hand over his face. "I'll go in there, talk on your behalf..." Henry didn't wait for an answer. He simply shoved the door open, and closed it behind himself.

Shawn felt like he had been sitting in that chair forever. In fact, his ass had fallen numb, as had his hand that was constantly balled into a fist. How could his dad do something like that? Something so stupid…to call him on his fakeness in a place where someone could catch them.

"Shawn!" Gus appeared almost as if from nowhere, but Shawn couldn't focus. All he could see was Jules looking at him like he was the biggest monster ever created. "Juliet called me. She said it was important, and involved everyone...oh god, what happened?"

Gus knelt down in front of Shawn; obvious tear streaks were still damp on his cheeks. Gus wasn't even sure that Shawn was aware that they had fallen.

"I'm going to lose her, Gus. She's going to leave me." Shawn's voice was weak as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His fingers were constantly twirling his wedding band around his finger.

"Shawn," Gus started, but the door to the chief's office flew open.

Henry stormed out, before turning back to face the other three people that had stayed behind. "You're making a big mistake." Without a passing glance, Henry Spencer stormed out of the police station.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn stood up and walked toward the open door.

"Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster, please come inside."

Shawn's head hung as he entered the room. Gus looked around the room, confusion evident on his features.

"Mr. Spencer, what you've done is a crime-"

Shawn's head snapped up. This sounded like a repeat from earlier, and he just couldn't take listening to it all over again. "Yeah, can we skip over the recap? I'd really like to go home."

Chief Vick simply shook her head in acknowledgment as a, sadness overtook her features. "As of-" She paused, looking at her watch. "11:15 am, on Thursday, October 17th…you, Shawn Spencer and you, Burton Guster, are no longer consultants for the Santa Barbara Police Department. I will have an officer escort you off the premises..."

Shawn just stared at her, no surprise on his face. He knew it was coming, hell he knew it would eventually come the moment he said it. Not only had he lied to the police, but he had been lying to himself and Gus for years. Never once did he actually believe that he could keep his secret forever.

Gus's face, on the other hand, was not only shocked but confused and angry. His mouth bobbed open to say something, when the chief threw up a hand to silence him.

"I'm not finished-" She spoke directly to Gus, before turning her attention back to Shawn. "Shawn, I can't say that I'm surprised, because I'm not. I had a feeling for a really long time, but I never said anything. I personally didn't care, as long as you continued getting results. However, now that it's known... I have to report it, Shawn. I'm truly sorry about that. I will personally do whatever I can to keep you out of jail-"

Shawn simply shook his head. He could feel fresh tears well into his eyes, and he really just wanted to go home and get drunk. "Thanks. Can I go now?"

Vick noticed the look in his eyes. That look of a caged animal, begging to be let free. She shook her head, and watched in sadness as Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster walked out of her office for the very last time.

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