Okay, so this is a new fic I've been thinking of, which mainly came from my great love of cheesecake, pumpkin pie, and white chocolate. Anyway, it takes places somewhere between the premiere of Season 5 and Jules going out with Declan. It could also possibly be while Shawn is dating Abigail, but I'm not sure. Review if you like it and want me to continue. The beginning is kind of hectic, but I like it. Not too much action, until we get to the actual case, which really begins next chapter. Also, if you're here to look for obscure '80's references, look elsewhere, because I wasn't alive in the '80's and don't like to spend my time living in the past. No offense to anyone who does.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Psych.
"Hello, Jules," Shawn greeted the blonde detective as he and Gus walked into the SBPD. "What does the chief want?"
"I don't know, but it sounded serious," Juliet replied, then waved a case folder in front of him. "I think it has something to do with that triple missing persons case."
"Triple missing persons case?" Gus interrupted. "How do you have a triple missing persons case?"
"Well, three people went missing under similar circumstances," Juliet explained. "I think the chief wants you to go and sense something about the - Shawn, what are you eating?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
Shawn looked down at his hand and appeared surprised that there was something that resembled a glob of dough, cheese, and pineapple. "Oh," he exclaimed, shaking his hand off over the garbage, but making sure to eat each piece of pineapple. "That was a piece of pineapple cheese pizza. We have the rest of the box in the car. Would you like some?"
Juliet shook her head, her face showing conflicting annoyance and amusement as they rounded the corner into Chief Vick's office. "Detective O'Hara. Mr. Spencer. Mr. Guster," she began from her post behind her desk. One of the chairs was occupied by Lassiter. Juliet soon took the other one. "Nice of you to join us," Chief Vick continued. "Now -"
"Oh, I'm sensing something," Shawn interrupted, his eyes lighting on the reflection of three photographs in Vick's file. "Three... three... pink ruffles, no, dolls, no, women! Three women, all blonde. MIA. No, they aren't soldiers. They're... wives?"
"Very good, Mr. Spencer," the chief declared, while Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Yes, we have three women, all wives in struggling relationships, all blonde. They all vanished from their homes on three consecutive Saturdays, between six AM and eight AM, while their husbands were gone for business. Unfortunately, the similarities stop there. Only one thing stood out to us - they were all struggling financially, and yet they all had an uneaten piece of Jaques' Bistro's, one of the most expensive restaurants in town, Pumpkin Cheesecake with Two Layers of White Chocolate Creme in their fridges."
"That doesn't make sense," Shawn said, his mind lost in a world of pumpkin deliciousness.
"No, it doesn't," Gus agreed, also thinking of the pumpkin cheesecake.
"We agree, Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster," Chief Vick informed them, gesturing to herself and the detectives. "So I was wondering if -"
"I mean, pumpkin cheesecake is a very precise dessert," Gus reasoned, completely oblivious to the Chief. "You need to get the ratio of cheesiness to pumpkin to nutmeg right. Would that even work with white chocolate creme?"
"I don't know," Shawn responded. "It would either be disastrous, or marvelously delicious."
"Mr. Guster! Mr. Spencer!" Chief Vick exclaimed, standing up. "We are working on a case here. We don't need your immaturity. Now, we need to investigate this carefully."
"Say no more, Chief," Shawn agreed. "Gus and I will go check out this restaurant, and find out if the Pumpkin Cheesecake with Two Layers of White Chocolate Creme is as blissful as it sounds."
"You know that's right," Gus said, bumping fists with Shawn and turning to exit.
"Mr. Guster! Mr. Spencer!" the chief shouted, louder and more frightening this time. Shawn and Gus turned around and slid sheepishly back to the desk. "Now then. Allow me to finish. We also found that these three women and their husbands have been visiting the same marriage counseling agency. We need to get into this, um -"
"Marion's Marriage Counseling?" Shawn interrupted, his forefinger on his temple, for his gaze had just fallen on a business card on the side of Juliet's file.
"With all due respect, Chief," Lassiter said, speaking up for the first time. "We don't need these two. Detective O'Hara and I can get in there, posing as a married couple," Juliet looked slightly nauseated, "And we will get the information and get out. Spencer and Guster can go back home and play, or whatever it is they do."
"Detective Lassiter, need I remind you that I am in charge?" Chief Vick replied tersely, her words clipped. "Now, Lassiter, I'm not sure that you and O'Hara fit the image of a couple. We would like somebody, that, well -"
Shawn grinned. "Somebody with amazing hair and a charming husband-like smile?"
Chief Vick looked annoyed, but simply sighed irately and continued, "Well, I believe that the marriage counselor is more likely to believe that Mr. Spencer and O'Hara are a couple. Meanwhile, you can partner up with Guster and visit the Bistro." It was impossible to tell who was more disgusted, Gus or Lassiter. They exchanged a quick glance and then looked pleadingly at the chief, who opened her hands and added, "It's already decided. This Marion's Marriage Counseling is very strict and expensive, which makes it seem as though these couples, although troubled financially, wanted to save their relationships. That, or the agency wanted these women for some reason. Anyway, I have papers for Spencer and O'Hara. You will be Lindsay and Tom Peterson."
Shawn grinned at Juliet, who looked slightly pleased but more annoyed. "So that makes me -"
"We don't have time for that, Shawn," Jules interrupted, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of Chief Vick's office, while Gus and Lassiter stayed behind, still not speaking. "We're working on this case together, so we need to cooperate."
"Gus!" Shawn shouted back, evidently not hearing a word Juliet was saying. "Buy me some of that pumpkin cheesecake!" It was not clear whether Gus heard, for he was in the process of explaining to Lassiter, once again, that he worked in pharmaceutical sales.
Ten minutes later, all four found themselves in the parking lot, arguing heatedly over the use of the cars. "My car's in the shop," Jules reiterated for the umpteenth time.
"Come on, Lassiter," Gus said at the same time. "We are going in my car. I will not have somebody else driving my car! It is in like-new condition, and I plan to keep it that way."
"There is no way I am letting O'Hara drive my car," Lassiter countered, glancing at Jules briefly. "No offense, O'Hara."
"Of course not," she muttered.
"How about this?" Shawn suggested. "Lassie can drive Gus' car, and I'll drive Lassie's car."
Lassiter and Gus both turned to Shawn in one fluid motion and shouted, "No!"
"Spencer, why don't you and O'Hara take your motorcycle?" Lassie suggested, looking only slightly amused.
"Then we can take my car!" Gus exclaimed, relieved.
"No, we would take mine," Lassiter protested, turning back to Gus with a ferocious expression on his face.
"Guys, guys," Jules piped up. "I am not riding on Shawn's motorcycle. We're a married couple, remember? Married couples don't drive motorcycles!"
"I'm pretty sure the correct version of that sentence is, 'married couples don't ride motorcycles,'" Shawn interjected.
"I've heard it -" Jules stopped, looking shocked at herself. "God, what am I saying?"
"O'Hara, you're a married couple that is going for marriage counseling," Lassie barked. "Maybe... he likes the motorcycle, but you can't stand it. And that's one of your 'problems.'"
"Nice use of air quotes, Lassie," Shawn quipped, but it was Juliet whose voice came out louder.
"No, Carlton, no married couple rides a motorcycle unless they're stuck in a '60's Western," Jules protested angrily.
"She's right about that," Gus pointed out.
"Everyone! What are you still doing here?" the chief asked, on her way out of the station to a meeting with the mayor.
"Carlton and Gus are having difficulty deciding which car to ride in," Jules explained.
Chief Vick sighed in exasperation and shouted. "Well, help them decide, O'Hara! We don't have forever! These women could be alive right now."
Lassiter and Gus glowered at Jules until she finally threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine! We'll take the motorcycle."
Shawn and Jules took their places, Shawn yelling backwards, "Hold on, Jules!"
"I'm not holding onto anything," Jules called back as the motorcycle revved into gear. Shawn grinned widely as the motorcycle curved onto the road with a guttural roar.
Alright. That's it, so far. What do you think? I haven't written much for Psych, nothing on this website, anyway, so I'm not really sure if it's good. Review if you want me to continue!