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Juliet sat at her desk the next day, absently flipping through her paperwork. She hadn't gotten anything done all morning. Something else was on her mind.
"Why would Shawn pretend to be a psychic?" Juliet asked herself. "He is a little crazy… but no, I don't think that's it. And how does he get all of these crimes solved?"
Then, the thing that Juliet had been dreading happened. Shawn and Gus walked through to doors of the station. Juliet forced herself to look back down at her paperwork as Shawn talked to the officer behind the front desk. When Juliet looked back up, Shawn had his fingers on his temple in a 'psychic' pose. She watched him curiously. He turned in her direction. They made eye contact.
Shawn smiled and waved, but Juliet looked quickly back down at her paperwork. After waiting a few seconds, she looked up and he was gone. "Phew," she thought as she looked back down at the paperwork she still had to finish. Maybe she could finally get some finished. She felt someone standing over her. She whirled around in her office chair and saw that it was Shawn.
He grinned at her. "Hey, Jules! What's up?"
"Oh, uh, hi Shawn," she said quickly, looking back down at her paperwork. Shawn sat at the edge of her desk, still looking at her.
"What are you doin'?" he asked.
"Paperwork," she muttered, motioning towards the mound of papers piled on her desk.
"Oh," said Shawn. He struck his psychic pose. "The spirits say something is troubling you."
"Do they?" she asked with a smile.
"Yeah," answered Shawn.
"Should I say something? I guess I have to tell him at some point…" thought Juliet.
"Shawn, I –" Juliet was cut off by Lassiter coming around the corner.
"Spencer, O'Hara, Chief wants us in her office in five minutes," he said, opening the door to the Chief's office and walking inside.
"Got it, Lassie-face!" Shawn called after him. Juliet smirked at the nickname. "So, Jules, what did you want to tell me?" he asked, looking at her. She looked back at him.
"It's just… nothing. I can tell you later," she said.
"Okay," said Shawn happily as her jumped off her desk and went looking for Gus. Juliet sighed and got up too, to make her way to the Chief's office. She stood in the corner with Lassiter as she usually did. The Chief wasn't there yet.
"Something wrong, O'Hara?" asked Lassiter.
"No, no, nothing," she said, a little too quickly. Luckily, it was Lassiter, and he didn't care that much.
The Chief entered the office with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Sorry for making you wait," she apologized. She went at sat at her desk, taking a sip of her coffee. "Where are Spencer and Guster?" she asked.
"Who knows?" said Lassiter bitterly. Shawn and Gus came bursting through the door with snow cones in their hands.
"Chief! You're not going to believe this!" Shawn exclaimed dramatically.
"You have some new info on the killer?" asked the Chief.
"No, this guy opened up a really cool snow cone stand outside the station!" Shawn exclaimed. "He's just like, right there on the sidewalk. And guess what? He even has pineapple flavored snow cones!" he said, holding up his snow cone.
"Can we get to work on the case please?" asked a very annoyed Lassiter.
"Yes," said the Chief quickly. "Spencer, unless there is anything else, we need to –"
"Argh!" Shawn exclaimed, collapsing on the ground and having some kind of seizure. Juliet thought back to the phone conversation between him and Gus. "He said he was going to have a seizure…"
Shawn leapt to his feet, and started to recite the Gettysburg address. "And then act like a historical figure."
"This is ridiculous!" exclaimed Lassiter.
"Gus!" Shawn yelled, grabbing Gus' head. "Translate that for me!"
Gus sighed. "Shawn says the killer was wearing a hat. He was tall, six feet or taller, and had an earring in his left ear."
"We'll look into it," said the Chief.
"All of that, just to tell the Chief what the guy looked like. Why not just tell her?" Juliet thought.
"Well, if that's all, my snow cone is almost gone, so –"
"Shawn, wait," said Juliet. "I need to talk to you."
"Uh, okay Jules," said Shawn, sounding confused. "Gus and I will –"
"No," said Juliet. "Just you. If you don't mind, Gus," she quickly added.
"Not at all," said Gus. "I need a brake from this guy any way," he said, pointing at Shawn. "I'll meet you in the car," he said to Shawn before leaving.
"Let's go to my desk," Juliet said to Shawn. They left the Chief's office and walked over to Juliet's desk. Juliet sat in her chair and pulled up a chair for Shawn, but he ignored it and sat on the edge of the desk as usual.
"So, Jules, what did you want to talk about?" Shawn asked.
"It's about you being a psychic," she started.
Will she tell him she knows? Read the next chapter to find out!
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