Disclaimer: as I failed to mention before, I don't own Psych…sadly…

Shawn and Gus were sitting at the little coffee table once again, drinking coffee that was an uncomfortable lukewarm. It was silent except for the occasional slurps of Shawn sipping his drink. The atmosphere was tense. Shawn was getting antsy. He hated tense atmospheres. In the silence, an idea came to his mind.

He lifted his finger to his eyebrow and made a concentrated face. "I'm sensing something!"

Jessica tilted her head. "What are you sensing?" Shawn swung his hand wildly at the wall. He cried out as he jumped up from the chair he was sitting on.

"Oh! What's happening?" He shouted, his hand hitting the wall flat. He began to drag it along the span of the flat surface and he turned a corner, leading up to the stairway. "Come on! Follow me!"

Jessica jumped up first, and Gus followed after shortly. Shawn zipped up the stairs, his hand never leaving contact with the wall. "It's getting strong!" He cried, running a little bit faster. He was panting now. Oh my gosh, I'm out of shape… he thought to himself as he ran down the hallway. Jessica was at his heels, just barely nicking them with the toes of her pointed sandals.

"It's here!" Shawn stopped abruptly at the guestroom door, his hand on the trim. "It's in the walls."

"What? What's in the walls?" Jessica asked, beginning to look a bit nervous.

"I don't know, but I'm getting a strong vibe that it's something important."

"Let's take a look." Gus said, opening the door slowly. It creaked open ever so slightly, just enough for Shawn to slip through. He opened the door the rest of the way to let Jessica in.

"I can assure you that I'm not hiding anything." She guaranteed. Shawn ignored her and continued inspecting the wallpaper, sliding along the wall until he came to the slight incision.

It was quiet for a moment. "Aha!" Shawn barked. Jessica and Gus jumped. Shawn pinched the loose corner of the ripped wallpaper between his fingernails and pulled gently. It came off easily, and Shawn could hear the tear of the glue as it was peeled away from the wall. It had been stuck there before, and the glue must have been reapplied recently, because it wasn't quite dry. It felt tacky, and had the consistency of syrup. Behind the sticky coating of glue, there was a lock.

"What's that?" Jessica inquired, kneeling close to Shawn. "I've never seen it in my entire life."

"Are you sure?" Shawn asked, still holding the sticky wallpaper.

"I'm positive."

"Miss Jessica, I'm sensing that you aren't telling me everything." Shawn said, arching his eyebrows. They stared at each other for a few minutes before sweat began to bead on Jessica's brow.

"Okay! Okay! I'm not telling you everything. Juna had a boyfriend, and every Tuesday, which was the night that Juna went over to her friend's house to watch movies, he would come over and see me. We may have slept together once or twice…or maybe three times, but I've never seen this lock in my entire life though. I swear." She said quickly.

"What's her boyfriend's name?" Gus asked.

"Garth Freedman." She said. "He gave me this."

Jessica held up her wrist and showed Shawn the bracelet that hung around it loosely. "He's got the other one. It's got my initials on it. I was never able to wear it when Juna was around. Garth never really had the heart to break it off with Juna. He's such a nice guy. He didn't want to hurt her."

"Nice guy my butt. He slept with you!" Gus said haughtily.

"That's true." She said, forlorn.

"So…do you know how to get into this lock?" Shawn asked.

"Nope."

"Do you know if there's a key to this lock?"

"No."

"Have you ever seen Juna or Garth come in here and use the lock?"

"Never."

"Alright then. It's settled. Thank you for your time. We might come back." Gus said, pulling Shawn by the arm. "Thank you for the coffee and cookies. We'll call you if anything comes up."

"Um, okay." She called back from inside of the room. "Goodbye."

OOO Psych OOO

"Gus! That was so entirely rude!" Shawn cried, buckling his seatbelt.

"That place freaked me out. There was a dead person in the bathroom right behind me, and there were owls on every shelf in that house. I won't be surprised if I have nightmares tonight!"

"Yeah, I do have to admit, it felt like my every move was being watched."

Gus started the car and began to drive off. Shawn studied the tiny front lawn and noticed another owl standing up by a stake in the ground. He studied it more closely than anything else though. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a trail of wires going from the back of it down into the ground. Shawn put that back into his memos just in case. For all he knew, it could just be a timer that turned on and off the lights at night.

OOO Psych OOO

Shawn dialed a number on his cell phone. The familiar beeps put his ADHD mind at ease as he put the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Jules!"

"Hi Shawn. Did you get anything?"

"I did, and I think you should come down to the office."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything is fine, I just don't think that Gus is up for driving me anywhere right now. He's asleep."

"Oh. Okay. I'll be there in five."

"Alright. Bye Jules." Shawn ended the call and set his phone down. He looked at Gus, who was lounging out on the couch in front of the window, asleep and snoring. Shawn scoffed at Gus. It wasn't like him.

Shawn looked around for something to do. There wasn't anything good on TV. He had checked. Twice. He couldn't listen to music. Gus strictly told him not to, but…when did he ever listen to Gus? There was nothing to eat, and he hated reading. He had already made fourteen paper baskets in a row, his new record, and he had already gone over all of the evidence in the suicide case. There really wasn't much to do, so he sat back in his chair and thought.

He began to think about food, and eventually, that led to fancy dinners and fast food. That led to girlfriends, and that thought eventually led to-

"Shawn?"

"Juliet!" Shawn cried, jumping up from out of his chair. "Hey."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. I was just thinking about…stuff." He said, trying to keep the blush out of his cheeks.

"Oh. Sounds interesting." She muttered, walking through the doors and into the main office of the Psych building. "Wow. Gus is asleep. I thought you were kidding."

"Yeah, he got here, ate, and then fell asleep. It was weird."

"Oh. Maybe he's just tired. He's got two jobs." Juliet suggested, setting down a stack of papers on Shawn's desk.

"Yeah. Either that, or he had too much coffee at Jessica's house."

"Jessica Warden?"

"Yeah. We investigated and we found some interesting things."

"Like what?"

"Well, like, how Juna had a boyfriend, and Jessica was sleeping with him behind her back, there was a secret compartment in the guestroom that you might want to check out…hmmm, am I missing anything? Oh! Right, and Juna didn't commit suicide. She was poisoned." Juliet's face lit up.

"How did you figure that out?"

"I'm psychic, remember?"

"Right." She said distractedly. "Shawn, I'm so excited! This is the break I've needed! Lassiter's been all high and mighty about being right about the suicide. I could kiss you right now!"

Almost instantly, the atmosphere changed from light and happy, to tense and embarrassing. Shawn was about to take her up on that offer.

"Really?" he asked, taking a step closer. Juliet's face flushed.

"Well, I-I don't know It's-It's just that-…Yes." She said finally. She took a step closer as well. They were almost touching noses. They leaned in and their lips met. Shawn put a hand around her neck and put his other hand on her hip. Juliet put both of her hands around his middle. Shawn pressed his lips into hers a little more passionately and he felt her smile. He smiled in return and hugged her close. He could feel Juliet's pulse rise beneath his fingers as he ran his hand up her back and curled his fingers into her hair. Shawn closed his eyes tight, hoping that the moment would never end, that it would last forever. Shawn opened her mouth wide and then closed down again, repeating again and again, letting Juliet's soft lips melt into his. He could taste her strawberry chapstick on his teeth, and he could smell the expensive perfume that she always wore as it drifted up his nose.

"They're everywhere!" Gus cried, making Juliet and Shawn pull back abruptly, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Shawn's face was hot, and Juliet was shaking. "Get them away!" Gus waved his hands above his head. Shawn ran up and held Gus by the wrists, trying not to get hit by his flying appendages.

"Gus! Relax buddy, it's just Shawn."

"B-b-but the owls! They're everywhere!"

"There are no owls anywhere. I promise."

"There's not?" Gus asked, slurring his words together.

"Nope. You're good." Shawn said, as if he were talking to a toddler.

"Oh, okay. G'night." Gus said, falling back onto the couch. Shawn let go of his wrists and stood up, returning to Juliet. They looked at each other for a minute, until Juliet couldn't help herself anymore. She let out a loud laugh, doubling over and falling into Shawn. Shawn joined in laughing, listening to Juliet's joyful giggles. The whole moment was pretty much picture perfect.

Soooooo, what did you think? I know it's really short, but I've had writer's block FOREVER. Please review. I'm a review monster. I can never get enough. :P Anyways, if you see any typos, please message me or review about it! I would help! :) I hope you enjoyed. Oh, and by the way, I'm open to do one shots, so if any of you have an idea of one I'd be happy to write about it! I've been itching to write one, but I have no ideas! :/ oh well… but seriously, if you have any ideas, send them and I'll try my best to write! :)