Weird

Shawn

He strolled casually into the Santa Barbara Police Department with Gus on his trail. They walked up to Carlton Lassiter when Juliet O'Hara stumbled by. Lassie went into the office of the head of the police department. Both men followed the messed beauty and Shawn's ex. Some papers fell out of her hand and she bent down to grab them. Shawn noticed that her glossy, curly blonde hair was out of place; bags under her green eyes; her uniform was wrinkled. She kept on mumbling and cursing under her breath. She sat on her chair and began typing a report.

"Hello, Jules," Shawn greeted.

She looked up and he realized how stressed she really was. Her eyes were heavy as she sighed and whispered, "Not now, Spencer."

"Did my lack of presence for two weeks affect you all?" he joked. Everyone just glared at him.

Lassie had the same expressions on his face as Jules's: weary and tired. He sighed as he sank in his chair. The door opened and the head mistress of the Santa Barbara Police Department, Karen Vick, came out with a girl. Burton G. aka Gus gaped at the girl; awestruck. Lassie tried looking handsome; Jules sighed before putting her chin on her hand. Shawn was staring at Jules's report; reading it. It wasn't until Karen cleared her throat that he looked up. When he saw the girl, he felt his heart- body- soul twist funny.

Her straight, black glossy locks were pulled into a pony tail; it shone purple and blue in different angles in the light. Her lips were a light baby pink- light purple color. The top one light purple and the bottom one light baby pink. Both protected straight, pearly white, perfect teeth. Her skin was a light beige color. It looked smooth and radiantly beautiful. She seemed to be 5 '7'. Everything stole his breath away, but what really did were her gray eyes. They were beautiful diamonds that shone bright with mischief and innocence; honesty and betration. They promised so many things. Especially trouble. They mocked him; captivated his being. Her eyes met his and everything inside of him changed. Everything twisted inside of him. All natural. Everything screamed natural.

"Ms. O'Hara, Mr. Lassiter, Mr. Guster, and Mr. Spencer, this is-"

"My future wife," Lassie interrupted; surprising everyone. They all gaped at him except Shawn and her. A daze that surrounded him lifted as he stared at her. he walked up to her and shook her hand. time stopped as an electrical current shot through him. Time stopped as the electrical current filled him. The world seemed to stop and just focus on the two of them. She seemed to focus on him. His heart began to pound rapidly.

"Hello," he said. "I am Shawn Spencer. And you are…?"

"Get away," she hissed. Her eyes cold and hard. Conflicting. Her voice was angel- like. It tore his heart apart yet it pieced him together more. he stared at her as she let go of his hand and walked around his frozen body. Thoughts of panic and confusion swirled in his mind. Everything seemed distant.

What the Hell just happened? He wondered.

Jules

Shawn was a bit out of it as Jules tried to get him to tell her something about the crime they were trying to solve. Gus and she had to scream at him several times; every time, he would mumble an apology and say something about his psychic senses going woozy. Jules didn't believe him but kept her mouth shut; tiredness and weariness getting a hold of him. Jules noticed during the meeting the glaring of Shawn towards Carlton as he and the girl talked. She let it go as the girl began giving her presentation about the case; wondering why she was hit with a slap of jealousy. She tried reasoning in her head as she looked for clues of who was raping and then murdering a child. Series of those unpleasant, nasty, disturbing and cruel situations were happening lately. Jules fumed as the gray eyed girl noted theories on the whiteboard before marking everything down to rape and suicide. Someone raised their hand and questioned her theory. Jules paid attention to the response thinking, You have been here for two weeks; let's see if you're real hot stuff like you make everyone think.

"Well, it's possible someone is molesting the child, and the child has no one to trust, his or her parents could not believe him or protect the person accused. The child must begin to feel alone and determined to end the pain. So he or her will begin to rebel; try to prove they're tough and not broken. They'll begin to change their friends and styles of clothing and other things.

"Black is the main color of rebellion so they'll use that. As the attacks of rape keep on going, the child gets into more "pain relief" kind of things. The child may start cutting themselves to focus on the rush it brings. The cutting- I mean. He or she may then try suicide as nothing they have done has ended the pain and emptiness they hold in their broken and withered soul. At first they'll neglect but end up doing suicide." Her explanation was reasonable and Jules hated that.

Jules turned to Shawn who was a bit confused as he stared at Lassie. He kept on muttering, "Why him and not me?" Annoyed, she turned away and crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at the young girl. A sudden slap of realization made Jules notice that something was off about the younger gray- eyed girl. As people left, she just smiled and told them she'd see them later; no handshakes; no touch. Just warm smiles. Her green eyes narrowed as a smile crept onto her lips; forming a plan.

Shawn

He didn't want to hear her plan; he knew she hated him. Everything was so crystal clear. But with Jules's begging… everything was soon a Hell lot worse. As much as he tried, Jules kept on begging and begging and pleading and asking and bugging and making his already miserable life since that girl rejected his welcome. Finally, he gave up in putting Jules's pleads on hold. He was sick of it. First, she explained everything that he had to do. It was simple, he knew. Ask her out for coffee during her break and ask her questions about her life. Plan B was to spy around her house and hope she didn't discover him. Plan C was to drug her with that truth medicine and ask her questions that she would answer truthfully. And the last plan, Plan D, was to seduce her and ask her a lot of questions while he made passionate love to her; torturing her and making her tell everything she did about her life to him. That was the last one and one that Jules didn't like; Shawn loved the idea and wanted to get on failing the other plans so he could make passionate love to her.

Quickly, Shawn brushed his hair and put a bunch of cologne that would make her go crazy. He put on his best clothes and walked up to the mysterious girl. He called her Mystery. She was a mystery that descended into his life. And he was going to get to the bottom of the mystery.

With that stupid yet confident walk and cocky smile, he walked up to her car. She was busy looking for the damn keys. He could feel the desperation she felt. It was easily place on her face. When she cursed, he was a bit surprised. Careful not to warn her, Shawn slid into the passenger seat. The keys were on the passenger seat. He got them out and gave them to her. Mystery muttered something that sounded like a thank you before she looked up at him. Bewilderment was written all over her face before she glared at him. Her expression cold and hard; serious and questioning. He gulped as Mystery stared at him. Without thinking, Shawn kissed her. Warmness flooded into his body and soon he wanted more. Her lips were frozen as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. He felt himself getting horny. He wanted more. He wanted her. Pleasure and want filled him. An electrical current passed through him. He moaned. She pulled back and slapped him across the face. His cheek stung; surprise had a hold of him; adrenaline was running through his veins; taking some pain away.

Mystery got out of the car and walked around; opened the door and dragged Shawn into the police department. He was surprised at how strong she was. Eyes stared at them. She ignored them, but he didn't. Their gazes made his skin prickle. And the fact that a girl was dragging him into the office was embarrassing. His cheeks were red with shame and fear and disappointment and confusion. Didn't she like the kiss? He asked himself.

Jules's face came into view. Her face was confused as she stared at him. Lassie's was amused; Gus's was conflicting in between cracking up and feeling sorry for his friend. An exhausted sigh escaped Shawn's lips before he hung his head. The doors of the head mistress of the police department opened and standing there was Karen. Mystery dumped him on the floor and Shawn had to look at the lady in front of him. His dad was looking at him with disappointment, and anger and confusion and questioning; musing. Shawn began to explain what had happened and why the girl was pissed off; his heart thumping really loud. His ears could only hear the whooshing of his blood; his heart thumping uncontrollably.

Before he knew it, he was being sent home with Gus as his caretaker. Gray eyes mocking him.

Gus

He didn't like seeing his friend depressed, and he hated when Shawn began whining and complaining about how he fucked up pretty badly with the girl. Gus wanted to retort with something sarcastic, but said nothing. Annoyance was eating away at him until he felt like screaming and yelling. Sighing, Gus parked outside of the Psych office.

Shawn

The next morning a few weeks later, he walked into the police department; no extra spring into his step like always. Just actually walking for once; calm and normal. But inside he was burning; trying to not panic. In between his hands, he held a dozen roses. All red and white for peace and harmony. For forgiveness. Whomever he saw, he tried not to panic and avoided all eye contact as possible. Jules was a bit surprised when he stopped at her desk. She glanced at the flowers. Noting this, Shawn quickly explained that the flowers were for the girl. He turned to Lassie and asked what her name was. Lassie, being a number one hater of Shawn Spencer and an asshole and a man full of pride, didn't respond.

A fragrance of passion fruit and mosaic roses filled his nose and made his mouth water. The sweet angelic voice filled his ears and made his heart sing and soar as she greeted some people and stopped in front of Lassie's desk. She ignored Shawn completely. Lassie and she began to leave when Shawn stopped them. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he stammered an apology. He offered her the flowers with a hopeful smile and spark in his eyes. Those beautiful gray diamonds shone with suspicion and they narrowed. His heart flattered. She rose an eyebrow as she cautiously picked them. When she smelled them, she closed her eyes and a smile crept onto her lips.

"Thank you." It was brief and quiet but he heard it. A wave of happiness grabbed a hold of him and soon he was a bit better. Lassie shot him a dirty look as he followed the girl. The fake psychic just smiled. Inside he was beaming a bit more than he should have, but he couldn't control it. She made his day. Mystery made his day with just a brief thank you that had escaped her lips. A faint breath; a smell so intoxicating had made it's way to his nose and he wanted more. He was like a puppy that wanted a treat so bad, he would do anything for it; for her.

A sigh fell out of his lips and floated in the air; a happy content sound. He collapsed on Jules's chair and twirled around; happy as happy could be.

Lassiter

Glaring. That was what he was doing and not paying attention to the younger, beautiful girl that had accepted to go out for coffee with him to get to know one another better and know what they were doing to do for the case. He drank from his latte while she sipped at her mocha caramel Frappe. He wanted to kiss those lips that probably tasted like mocha and caramel. Lassie cleared his throat before asking her if she had a boyfriend. She looked bewildered for a moment. Then, a smile cracked itself onto her lips and she burst out laughing. A beautiful sound. Like bells clinking against one another softly. Mosaic rose and passion fruit filled his nose. The scent was intoxicating and rare. He loved it. Her gray eyes met his blue ones and he saw the twinkle of sadness and honesty in them as she replied that she didn't. Those eyes didn't deserve to have the emotion of sadness in them. It tore him apart to see them. A blade was slowly piercing his heart; tearing it to shreds; that's how it felt. He couldn't stand it. Wouldn't take it. Because she deserved the best.

I will do everything in my power to make you happy, he vowed silently.

Shawn

Reading. So much reading! He didn't know how Lassie, Jules, or Gus took it. It took him an eternity to finish a book with three hundred pages. And now, as punishment from his dad and Karen, he had to read every single report of the many cases involving rape to help him out. Panic had shot through him, wondering if they had discovered he wasn't a real psychic. But, alas, they were still clueless. A heavy moan wiggled it's way through his lips. He lay down and began wondering what Mystery and Lassie were doing.

Probably getting coffee, he bitterly answered. His stomach grumbled with hunger so he got up and ordered pizza. Twenty minutes later, the pizza guy was outside and making his way to his car while Shawn ate his pizza. He studied reports as he finished his pizza for a while before deciding he had had enough. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. Gray eyes danced in his mind. Mocking him; taunting him; tempting him; calling for him. He fell into oblivion.

Shawn's dream

Mystery was in his arms; whispering she loved him. Her voice full of love; so angelic. Her lips brushed against his jaw before capturing his in a kiss. Everything was then Heaven. Pleasure beyond anyone's dreams. He turned to look at the beauty only to see Jules whispering his name like a mantra. Jules's voice became louder and soon the things around him swirled around.

End of Shawn's dream

When he opened an eye, he saw Jules stand over him. Another groan escaped his lips. Everything became mixed and no sooner was he at the crime scene. He let out a deep exhalation of breath. Lately, he'd been doing that a lot.

Jules

She had to get to the bottom of this. No matter what it took. Her stomach churned as she saw the naked and dead body. White as the snow and cold as the frozen water in Minnesota. Sighing, she looked for clues.

Shawn

Holy smokes, he thought as he tried not to stare at the leverage and other things in the young teen girl that was dead and stark naked in front of him and other police members. That would've been way to perverted. And nasty. Another car parked. Shawn glanced up and saw Lassie and Mystery. Anger boiled at the pitch of his stomach and curiosity and fear slowly ate the anger until it was just a pinprick and then just a void of nothing related to anger was left.

A loud gasp was heard. He turned to see the girl fall down. Before anything else could happen, Shawn hurried towards her and saved her from falling. Sparks seemed to fly everywhere. And then something zapped him and he flew back. Back against the wall. He saw little stars and dots like in the cartoons. He got up to his feet dizzy and turned to the girl. She was no where in sight. Odd, Shawn remarked. I could've sworn she was here just a few moments ago…

He winced when Jules put her hand on his scalp. Together, with his arm around her waist and hers around his torso, they walked to the car. Jules took him to the hospital. The doctors did x-rays and many studies only to conclude he just needed aspirin for the pain he was going to feel later on and rest. As they got out, Shawn asked where the girl was. Jules said she didn't know. They- and when I say they I mean Shawn- searched where the girl leaved and found out she lived in a two story solar powered beach house/ mansion. She must be rich, Mystery, he observed. And, so to the beach house they went. The house was extremely beautiful and it took Shawn's breath away. The sea air made its way to Shawn's nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled. He knocked on the door and noticed that it was open. He entered and examined his Mystery's house. It was very nice; white coat paint and light furniture; a few pictures and painting here and there; flowers were on most pieces of furniture. With a smile, he stared at the picture of a fallen angel. The dark wings were stroked rather good and the fallen angel's hair looked as if it were silky to the touch. But what fascinated him more about the painting was the depth of the angel's eyes. The gray eyes stared at him; piercing into his soul.

Whimpering made it's way to Shawn's ears and he moved up the stairs. The whimpering took him to the master room at the end of the hall. He searched every room and saw that everything was messy. Finally, he entered the master bedroom. What he found made his stomach churn. There on the ground was the girl. And she was cutting herself. Shawn gritted his teeth together and thought, Everything's just so plain old weird.

This is weird, I know. well, I'm sorry. But I just wanted to point that out. I finished the fanfic "Traitors" if anyone's interested. And I'm still working on "Unbreakable", a fanfic for the book "Matched". Well, that's a quick update. Hoped you liked this! Love and laters! ~rymilu