Disclaimer: I do NOT own psych. Just fyi.

So. I had to do this. I couldn't resist. Sorry to those of you who do not know cheerleading...yeah. Sorry. Oh and I didn't look it up cuz I'm lazy but in my head in 1995 (due to random approximations) Juliet's going to have been a freshman in high school. Cuz I need her to.

1995

Juliet walked through the halls of her high school. She was late to class and she did not want detention. "Hey, Julie." Juliet turned to see a red head in a cheerleading uniform.

"Oh. Hi Cathy." Cathy had been Juliet's friend until she made the squad and convinced Juliet's football playing boyfriend to cheat on her with Cathy.

"Hey. So, you probably know by now that Calvin is taking me to homecoming. I know that you two had been planning on going since August but considering the circumstances we decided that wouldn't be a good idea." Cathy said, a proud smirk on her face.

"Wow. You're so right. Calvin and Juliet just doesn't have the alliteration that Calvin and Cathy does." Juliet said, trying to hide her hurt beneath sarcasm.

Cathy flipped her hair and rolled her eyes. "You do know why he cheated on you, right?"

Juliet raised her eyebrows. She was curious to hear what crazy theory Cathy spurned out of her gossip machine. Cathy pushed her flaming hair over her shoulder and went to whisper in Juliet's ear. "You weren't putting out." Juliet backed away from her ex-friend.

"That's bull shit. I told him I wasn't ready and he said he wouldn't push me." She said staunchly.

Cathy rolled her eyes and giggled lightly to herself. "He lied. You're so gullible Julie."

"Don't call me Julie. That's what my friends call me."

Cathy giggled lightly again. "We are friends Julie. That's why I told you that. So you'd know. I want to help my friends."

Juliet looked into Cathy's eyes. "I'd never be friends with a bitchy, man stealing slut like you."

Cathy turned flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, Julie. You wish you were me, don't you?" She asked lightly before strutting away. Juliet knew it was a rhetorical question, but she still wanted to shout back no. So Cathy strutted away, her hips swinging the pleats of her cheerleading uniform back and forth, leaving Juliet steaming and late in the middle of the hall.

Present

Shawn walked into the police station with a smirk on his face. He'd just been called in for a case and he, as usual, was cocky. "Spencer." Lassiter said approaching him. "Chief wants us to meet in her office."

"You got it, Lassifrass!" Shawn shouted at the detective, who responded by walking away.

"Shawn, what's wrong?" Gus asked storming into the station.

"Oh, hey buddy!"

"What's wrong? You called saying to meet you here and that it was an emergency." Gus said, annoyed.

"Well, it is an emergency. We got a case!"

"And?"

"And we need to meet with the chief about it! Did you call Emma?"

Gus rolled his eyes at his friend. "She's busy. She told us that yesterday and she told me when I called her today."

Shawn put a hand to his heart. "Oh, the pain of being left! Well, maybe she'll want to come when she hears the case!"

Shawn glanced nervously at Gus and then, as if the starting gun had been fired, the two raced to the Chief's office.

"A judge at a local competition has died today. We suspect foul play and we're sending you in to see what you think."

"What kind of competition?" Shawn asked.

"It's the regional cheerleading competition." The Chief said before Juliet interupted her with a scoff.

"Those stuck up, snotty, self concerned, man stealing sluts." She muttered under her breath.

"Jules." Shawn said, putting his hand to his forehead in 'psychic' mode. "I'm sensing that you might have been treated cruely by cheerleaders in the past."

Juliet smiled ruefully and turned to Shawn. "Haven't we all?"

"Detective. Put away your personal feelings and get over there. This competition is important to many girls and boys."

Oh yes. This should be fun. Emma in the next chapter! Cheerleading and psych and hairspray and cheer extreme refrences...sigh. This might just get Shulesy!

Oh also to anyone whos interested I now know how to say pinapple in french. It's ananas. Yep. Lots of virtual ananas to my readers. Review! PLEASE?