Shawn was BORED

Shawn was BORED. He hadn't been this bored and lonely in a while. Gus was doing his route (finally) and wouldn't be back for hours. Chief Vick had no cases for him ("for the 9th time, no cases! And I wont give you any for a while if you call me again!"). Lassie was busy with paperwork, and was having relationship problems, so Shawn didn't feel that it would be wise to bug him.

There was one final person Shawn would love to talk to or hang out with, Juliet O'Hara, and she was nowhere to be found.

It had been a week since he'd seen the beautiful blonde, the woman he had been flirting with for years now, and who still wouldn't go out with him. It was right after he had wrapped up the Lione case, and she has congratulated him on a job well done. He was about to ask her if she wanted to come by the Psych office and have some jerk chicken with him and Gus, when she was already walking away and chatting away on her cell phone.

Shawn was dying to talk to her. He had texted her at least ten times, and she didn't respond to any of them. He called her three times, all to voice mail and she never called back. Shawn had even gone to the SBPD every other day, and she still wasn't there.

All right…I'm going to see if Lassie knows where she is… I can't take it anymore! Shawn thought. He set down Gus's Rubix cube that he was aimlessly twisting in his hand a moment before. Shawn grabbed his motorcycle helmet and hopped on his bike, praying that Lassiter knew what was going on.

Shawn made it to the SBPD in less than fifteen minuets. He kept an eye out for the green VW bug Jules drove, but there was no sign of it. He hoped that she just parked in the back or something.

Walking into the SBPD was usually like walking into a sea of noise, but with the lack of cases lately, it was eerily quite. Shawn didn't like the near silence one bit and thought of starting a scene. Then he saw that his favorite detective wasn't at her desk, and all the eagerness to change the mood dropped along with his hope.

Shawn looked around and noticed a buddy of his, Buzz McNab, making coffee, and figured that he might have some idea where Jules was.

"Hey Buzz! Sup man?" Shawn said. Buzz was a little surprised, but turned around and high-fived his favorite coworker.

"Shawn! Sorry to disappoint you, but still no cases man." McNab told him, after seeing Shawn come in all week and leaving in complete disappointment,

"Oh, no, I already know, talked to the chief this morning. I came here to see if Detective O'Hara was here. I haven't seen her all week." Shawn said, still keeping an eye out for his blonde beauty. Buzz froze up a little, obviously hiding something.

"Uhh… No, I haven't talked to her, I think she might be on a stake out. I- I'll talk to you later dude." Buzz said nervously and hurried off, leaving his coffee behind. Shawn knew something was up, and wasn't happy that people were hiding things from him. That is one of those things that drive him crazy, so now he had to find out what was going on with Jules.

Shawn figured Lassie had to know where his partner was, so he walked quietly to Lassiter's desk. Lassiter was so consumed in his paperwork that he didn't even notice Spencer walk up and sit in the chair next to the desk, until he said something.

"Hey Lassie." Shawn said dully, unlike his usually over enthusiastic way of greeting Lassie. Lassiter jumped a little in surprise, and then looked over at his annoying coworker.

"Spencer." He groaned, then noticed that something was obviously wrong with Shawn. "What's your problem? Usually you are way more annoying." Lassiter said, surveying Shawn, and then it came to him. He sighed, and then said, "She's not here."

Shawn looked surprised that Lassiter knew what he was going to ask. Lassiter was usually clueless about most things Shawn related.

"What? Are you psychic now too?" Shawn asked, irritated. He got up to leave and find a new way to occupy himself when Lassiter spoke up.

"Spencer! Wait!" He ordered. Shawn turned around and saw that there was something Lassie wanted to say, but seemed to have a hard time putting together.

"What?" Shawn asked, annoyed now. "Want to finally admit your infatuation with me?" He joked. Lassiter looked annoyed but ignored Spencer's comment. "Dude, spit it out!" Shawn begged.

"Well, Spencer…. um, Shawn…. I'm not supposed to tell you…. but…O'Hara has a boyfriend" Lassiter said. Shawn stared at him, speechless.

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A/N: Hi! This is my first psych fic. Please review! I hope you like the first chapter!