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Juliet moved forward into the office. "Hey guys. Um, Shawn, I was wondering if I could, uh, talk to you, um, privately."
"Sure, Jules. Gus was just about to leave anyway, right Gus?"
Gus started to protest, but the look on Shawn's face silenced him. With a sigh, he said goodbye to Juliet, grabbed his coat and his briefcase, and headed out the door. He shook his head as the door closed behind him. Sometimes he just didn't understand why Shawn put himself through this kind of torture when he knew the golden-haired detective would never reciprocate his feelings.
Back in the office, Shawn had ushered Juliet over to the couch. "You want something to drink?" he asked her, motioning to the mini-fridge he and Gus shared. She shook her head, but Shawn grabbed her a bottle of tea anyway, selecting a Grapalicious juice box from one of the side shelves for himself. Closing the fridge, Shawn walked back over to the couch, dropping the tea in the blonde's lap. At her confused expression, he said, "The spirits think you should drink. You'll feel much better, they promise."
Despite the fact that she had originally refused a drink, when Juliet twisted off the lid and took a quick swig, she suddenly realized just how thirsty she was. Half the bottle was gone before Shawn got around to questioning her.
"So, as much as I LOVE your company, I am kind of curious as to why you're here. Care to share?"
Jules recapped her drink and turned to Shawn, who had taken a seat at the other end of the couch. "Shouldn't you know, Mr. Psychic?"
Not one to turn down a challenge, Shawn replied, "Of course I know, Jules. I just thought you'd like to get it off your chest. But, if you want me to say it then I can." His fingers inched toward his forehead.
"That's okay. Maybe I should say it." Jules took a deep breath. "I'm here because I want you to use your psychic powers.... totellmeifthisguylikesme." She ducked her head.
"I didn't quite catch that last bit."
"I want you to tell me if I have any chance with this guy I like," Jules muttered, head still ducked.
"Oh, well, okay." Shawn cleared his throat, before adopting his 'serious' voice. "Um, to start with, I have to warn you that despite your good intentions the spirit world is a cold and vicious place. You may not like what you hear."
"I understand, but I have to know."
"Very well. Close your eyes and extend your hands." Jules complied and Shawn grasped her hands with his own. "I need you to think of the guy you like. Focus only on him. Got that?" Jules nodded. "Good. Now, I want you to tell me something about this guy. Some defining characteristics, something that ties you two together. I don't need whole sentences; single words will do fine."
Jules's face shifted to one of total concentration. Shawn chuckled silently as he watched her nose scrunch up as she tried to think of how to describe her mystery lover. Truthfully, Shawn was a little hurt by this whole thing. He didn't like the idea of Jules having a secret someone.
"Whenever you're ready," he said.
Jules nodded. "Well, he's quirky……Insane. Um……Sweet……Uh....Strong. Irresistible. Funny. Makes me laugh, a LOT. Has a strange obsession with pine, uh, trees. Pine trees."
"'Quirky'? 'Pine trees'? Hate to say it Jules, but this guy sounds like a dork."
Jules punched Shawn's forearm lightly. "He is NOT a dork. Just because you think all guys have to be dirty, macho, womanizers doesn't mean everyone does."
Shawn gasped. "I do not think all guys should be dirty. Granted, I have skipped a couple showers in my day, but–"
"Shawn, can we try to focus here. I did come to you with a problem."
"Of course, Jules. Let's continue." Shawn tightened his grip on Jules's hands as they both closed their eyes. "Using the characteristics you supplied me, I'm going to attempt to create a psychic link between myself and your mystery man. This could take a minute. Be patient."
Shawn was silent for a few precious moments. Slipping his eyes open, he discretely took in the rumpled blouse collar and loose bits of hair, very unbecoming for the professional detective. She had obviously spent a lot of time worrying about this.
"The spirits are being very uncooperative today, Jules." Shawn sighed as he saw the hurt flash across Juliet's face. "But not to worry. I'm certain I can sort through this mess. I just need one more thing from you."
A hopeful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Sure. What do you need?"
"I need–" He looked at her, trying to steel his mind for the inevitable outcome of his demand. "I need his name."
