A/n- So I've had this idea for a while now. I think this isn't the best I could have written (I feel like I'm really struggling with my English right now..), but let me know what you think and if I should continue or not.

I'm not going to lie, this chapter is kind of dull. It's just introducing/setting up the plotline.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PSYCH

-Chapter One-

I sigh and lean against the wall of the elevator. My day was draining to say the least. We had a burglary that we couldn't solve, and my partner put all the work on me. It was exhausting. This whole job is exhausting, but I don't complain. Especially under the circumstances that I was given the job as Head Detective with the Santa Barbara Police Department. No matter how hard the work is, I'm happy. I'm living out my childhood dream. I'm making my dad proud too, so that's another plus.

I barely have time to collect my thoughts before the doors opened. I reluctantly push myself away from the wall and walk towards my apartment. I can't wait to get a mug of green tea, sit on my couch, and just relax. Maybe if I'm lucky there will be a Mentalist marathon on! That thought instantly puts a smile.

I quickly try to open my door, but there's a slight resistance. I give the door another small push and then squeeze through the crack. I look down to see what was jamming the door. At first I'm annoyed when I see my older brother Shawn's shoes laying there. The annoyance quickly turns to anger when I see a pair of heels that definitely aren't mine. They're about five inches taller than I could ever walk in.

"Shawn," I yell as I quickly walk down the short hallway leading to the living area. I gasp when I see the scene in front of me: Shawn being straddled by some unknown girl on my sofa! I look away in embarrassment.

"Who is she," the girl asks Shawn in shock. I lied. I do know her. She's a waitress at a restaurant my partner and I occasionally go to on our lunch break. Not anymore, I think as I wait for Shawn to answer.

"She's… ah… my sister. Rebecca! Hi Becca! H-how was your day?"

"Your sister," she says in embarrassment before I can answer. I look to see them both standing. Thank God.

"Yes, I am. I'm also a cop," I say crossing my arms. Realisation hits her face. She recognises me but doesn't make any move to leave. "And this is also my apartment." She still stands her ground. "I carry a gun."

"Oh! I'm… I'm sorry, Detective." I roll my eyes and nod once before giving Shawn a look. The look. The look that says 'you're dead if this girl isn't gone by the time I get back.' I throw my keys on the side table and head back towards my bedroom. I softly chuckle as I hear them arguing as Shawn asks the girl to leave.

I kick off my heels and take my hair out of its tight bun. I replace my pantsuit with a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. My favourite part of the day. I leave my room and head towards the kitchen to find Shawn leaning against the counter holding a carton of pineapple juice. I reach for two plastic juice cups and grab the juice off of him right before he tries to drink straight out of the carton.

"Sorry about kicking your girlfriend out," I say handing him the cup. When he came to stay with me I told him there was two rules: he had to pick up after himself and no girls in my apartment.

"First of all, she wasn't my girlfriend." He takes a long gulp out of his cup. "Second of all, she wasn't that great of a kisser so-"

"Shawn!" I put my hand up to stop him. "TMI!" We both laugh. My laughter is cut short when he sits on the countertop. "Get off the counter!" He laughs without moving. "When are you getting a job anyways," I ask in complete seriousness. "You said that you needed a place to stay for like a week or two until you found a job. That was over a month ago."

"You sound like Dad," he says avoiding the question. Avoiding responsibility like he always does. I cross my arms waiting for a response. He perks up. "I do have a job, contrary to what you may think. Which reminds me…" I raise my eyebrow as he picks up the phone.

"Who are you calling?" He puts a finger in the air and mouths wait for iiiiiit.

"Hello?" There's a short pause. I can hear the voice of a woman on the other line, but I can't make out what she is saying. "Uh, it's the store manager. He did it." Another pause. "The stereo robberies at the Visions chain store." He hops off the counter and looks at the TV. Joe, the owner of the store whose burglary I'm investigating, is being interviewed. He looks even more nervous on TV than he did when I interviewed him. "He's on Channel 8 news right now." He pauses again. I'm starting to piece things together. "Uh, his hands. Nervous tic-dead giveaway. And he won't look at the reporter in the eyes." I can't believe it! "My name? My name is Shawn Spencer." I close my eyes in disbelief. "No. That's gonna do it! Actually, the tags on the news van have expired, but that's completely unrelated."

I open my eyes and look at him when he hangs up. "So you're the bastard who keeps calling in the tips and solving our cases!" He smiles.

"Yep! That's me!" He picks up my juice and downs it in one gulp. I would have been mad, but I'm impressed with what he just did. Solving the case, I mean.

"You solved that case that I've been working on for the last eternity just by watching the news?!"

"Mhm. It really wasn't that hard. I solved it while making out with Amy too."

"You owe me a new couch, by the way."

"You seemed stressed. Are you stressed?" Of course he was just saying that to change the subject, but I am stressed.

"I am actually." He gives me a fake sympathetic look before pouring me more juice and handing it to me. "Lassiter is giving me all the case work just so he can 'work' with Junior Detective Barry. I'm pretty sure it's either because he thinks I'm unqualified to work beside him or he's sleeping with her."

"Probably the latter," he says after a moment of thought. "You're more than qualified to work alongside him. You know that." He's right.

Two years ago when they looking for a Junior Detective, I took the exam. I was only 22; fresh out of UCSB with a criminology degree. Because I graduated top of my class and because of who my father is, I was offered to take the Detective's Exam without any prior police experience. I had the highest score the department had ever. I even scored .57% higher than my own dad. Because of this, the chief, mayor, DA, or whoever else was in charge of hiring decided that it wasn't fair to assign me as Junior Detective with a score like that. So what did they do? They hired Officer Lucinda Barry as Junior Detective and put me as co-Head Detective next to Lassiter. I didn't think having two Head Detectives and a Junior Detective would work out, but somehow it did. Lassiter and I each work together on cases. Barry technically works with the other detectives, only assisting us occasionally. Well, it was supposed to be that way, but Lassiter recently started insisting that she helped us on almost every single case.

"Yeah, you're right."

"I always am!"

"That's not true!"

"It is too and you know it!" I roll my eyes and drop the matter. Shawn might be five years older than me, but I'm at least ten years more mature than him.

"Well, unlike some people, I have a real job that requires sleep." I put my cup in the sink and go to walk past him, but he holds his arms out for a hug. I smile, walk into him, and wrap my arms around his torso. As annoying as his mooching is, I'm glad to have him back in Santa Barbara after his extended absence. He won't let me out of his hug, so I decide to give him a little lecture. "Seriously though. Please go out get yourself a real job. If I wanted to provide for someone other than myself, I'd be married with kids."

"You'd be married by now if you'd quit saying 'I'm Detective Rebecca Spencer and I carry a gun.'" He's kidding, but I laugh because it was partially true.

"Shut up," I say pulling away from him. "If you're done ridiculing me, I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, Sunshine," he calls after me as I started back to my room.

"Goodnight!"

Okay, so as you can see, I following the plotline of the pilot and putting in one Detective Rebecca Spencer. And before anyone says it, I know, I know. I'm being so unoriginal. But I like writing like this, so please, no hate comments. If you don't like it, don't read it.

But if you did enjoy this, then please, review and come back for some more!