A/N: there might be parts of songs and one event may take place in the episode where Gus is taken hostage in a bank robbery. Soooo yeah. Anyway, enjoy.

Helping Her and Dark Secrets

Shawn

Without a second thought, Shawn scooped up the unaware of him, suicidal woman into his arms and ran as fast as he could with the struggling girl. Mystery punched him and kicked. It surprised him that even though she had lost tons of blood she could still kick and punch rather hard. By the time he got to the bottom of the stairs, he had a split lip and two serious bruises. Her breathing was hitched and his came out in pants.

With a quick punch, the girl made a leap to her side as Shawn tumbled; making her stand on her feet. In a mad dash, she ran to her master bed room. Shawn went after her, not wanting her to keep on hurting herself. Mystery crawled back to her corner in her room and reopened her healing wounds. Blood rushed down her wrist and onto the floor. A sigh escaped Shawn's lips as he tried to get near the girl without being caught. Real quiet, he crept along the wall and got in the back of her. With the most light touch he could ever give, he put his hand on her shoulder; hovering above it.

Bewildered and hurt and tear filled and bloodshot gray eyes stared at him. Pain ever so great got him captive and squeezed him ever so tight. He winced and sat down next to the cowering and hurt girl. Gently, he got the knife and placed it on the ground. The gray eyed girl stared at him with wide eyes. Sighing, he sat with her in silence as she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed; his arms held her close to him; his right hand pressing her face to his neck as he soothed her.

Jules

It had been a great deal for Shawn to look for the girl. He had that look in his eye; the look of caring. Something that she had lost when she dumped him for being overly immature and not wanting to take this to another level because he wasn't ready. Jules knew it wasn't fair for acting that way. They both knew he was trying when he began taking her to places. He wanted to really have a solid relationship with her, but then, she had begun pushing him into marrying her; something she thought they both wanted. After they had gotten in an argument about marriage, she had snapped and dumped him right then and there. Jules seriously thought that was good and would teach him a lesson. Now as she thought about it, it was hopeless because Shawn had found someone else he cared for and his relationship with her would be a brother and sister kind.

A sigh escaped her lips and she considered it was a rather long moment since Shawn had gone in. With that in mind, she walked into the house and went up the stairs when she heard some what loud sobbing and a soft and gentle sh. Fear set in and she sneaked into the master bed room only to find Shawn with the girl. He was slowly rocking her and holding her in his arms. The girl was sobbing and was covered in blood. A knife was on the floor with splattered blood.

Jules hated what she was seeing. So she swallowed her anger and lied straight through her teeth. "Lassiter wants to talked to me so I have to go," she informed him. After she got a quick nod, she hurried down the stairs and out of the beach house. She got in her car drove to Lassie's house. Tears ran down her face as she cursed the girl in her head. She turned up the volume and the lyrics to "Who's That Girl" by Hillary Duff rang in her ears.

Who's that girl? Where's she from?

No; she can't be the one that has stolen my world.

Oh; no; leaving my life.

Memories of her and Shawn swirled in her mind. She couldn't believe how easily it was all torn down. Jules arrived at the detective's house. It only took two knocks for Lassie to answer. His blue gaze searched her green eyes before she collapsed onto the porch's floor. Lassie, worried and curios, helped the wounded detective and carried her into his house.

Shawn

The girl's sobs quieted and her breathing steadied. Jules had left after she saw him and her on the floor and told him that she had received a call from Lassie. Shawn didn't mind at all; in fact, he was quite relieved. Careful to not awaken Mystery, he placed her on the floor before he got up and scooped her bloody form off the ground. He knew she was going to be uncomfortable and sensible, so he peeled off her bloody clothes and put her in the tub to rinse her wounds and scrub where the blood had dried. It was a bit hard as he tried not to reopened her wounds. Like a baby, he dried her now kind of clean body and slipped an oversized man shirt over her head and put on her panties. Gracefully, he placed her in a comfortable position on her king sized bed. A sigh escaped his lips as he stood back. The knife and dark crimson liquid caught his gaze. Once again, he sighed and cleaned up the bloody mess that had been left behind.

When he was done, his clothes was dirty. Shawn took a shower and put on a robe and put his dirty clothes in the washing machine for thirty minutes while he prepared himself something to eat. Once that was done he dried his clothes and waited for them to dry. After what seemed like an hour, his clothes dried and he put on his shorts and shirt. Soon, a yawn came out. He walked up to the girl's master room and decided that he would sleep there with her so he would be alert. Quickly he covered her and got under the covers with her. His eyes were slowly closing when he felt a body close to his and a hand wrapped around his torso. With a sad smile, he hugged the girl back and fell into oblivion.

Jules

Lassie listened to her explain as best as she could about what had happened at the girl's house and her feelings for Shawn. He was with her and for that she was grateful. When she was done, he told her, "It's a bit late; why don't you shower and sleep in the guest room?"

"Thanks, Carlton," she replied. She went into the guest's room and showered. A soft knock made it's way to her ears and she opened the door. Lassie stood there with an extra pair of clothes his ex wife bought for nothing. She gave him a small smile and took the clothes. After she wished Lassie a good night, Juliet went to sleep; a small smile on her lips.

Lassie

He doesn't deserve them, he thought as angrily as possible. Lassie was lying down; thinking about Jules's sad and tear streaked face and his companion's face when she was kissed by that bastard. It was unbelievable his mom and dad were his parents. They, unlike him, were caring and somewhat alert to their surroundings. He was the bad seed in their family. He didn't care; he did as he pleased. He was sooooo unlike Lassie.

I'm only after success.

I just wanna change.

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine.

If I fail, I'll fall apart

Maybe it's all a test,

'Cause I feel like I'm the worst,

But I act like I'm the best.

Real life has no appeal.

I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.

Lassie was a bit more responsible and his sister looked up to him. Lassie's mom was a lesbian woman that really didn't pay much attention to her kids. Very irresponsible of her. That was the reason why his sister looked up to him so much and why he was mostly always serious. Shortly after his mom began dating other women, the responsibility was on his ten year old shoulders and soon, his only desire was to help his sister have a bright childhood where she didn't have to worry much about anything. If only Shawn knew that, he wouldn't make fun of him, but Lassie didn't want Shawn's pity. Carlton Lassiter only needed from that hooligan who dared call himself a human being to stop hurting the people he cared about.

Carlton sighed. It had been a long night, and even though he wouldn't admit it, it was nice having O'Hara being in the room next to his. A small smile formed on Lassie's lips and he fell asleep.

Gus

Oh, God, Shawn, he thought. Where are you?

It had been HOURS since he had heard about his best friend. Gus waited to hear the news of Shawn's condition from O'Hara and was quite relieved and happy that nothing bad had happened to his buddy. But now… he was EXTREMLY worried. He didn't know where Shawn was. After eating pizza, Gus went to sleep, thinking and trying to convince himself rather badly that Shawn was okay with Jules.

Shawn

The next day, Shawn awoke in a strange bed, in a strange yet pleasant looking house. No one was at his side and the scent of eggs and pancakes made their way to his nose. His clothes were on the bed stand and he changed. Quickly, he made the bed and walked into the kitchen. To his ever great surprise, he found Mystery there. She was looking great and healthy as if nothing had happened the day before. Mystery turned around and handed him a plate with pancakes and eggs.

The both of them sat in silence as they began to eat. A moan escaped his lips as he tasted the sweet and delicious pancakes. Mystery ate a small portion, he noted. Later, he washed both their dishes and put the stuff away as Mystery glided to the living room and turned the TV on. Afterwards, he sat next to her and changed the channel to SpongeBob Square Pants. Both were halfway through a marathon of episodes involving the yellow squared sponge and his friends when Mystery began playing with her fingers and took a deep breath. Her robe slid a bit below one of her scars. She began to trace it as if buying some time before a big bomb exploded.

Shawn watched her quiet figure from the corner of his eye. His phone beeped and he answered.

"Mr. Spencer," said Karen Vick, "I need to see you at my office." It was just a sentence and she hung up.

"Come," he whispered to Mystery. She looked at him and followed him like a child up to the master bed room. He put on top of the bed a thin white, squared neck, sleeved shirt (to cover her scars) and black jeans. He looked through her closet and took out black ballet flaps. Gently, he guided her to the bed and took of her robe and shirt. She awkwardly stood in front of him, covering her chest. Shawn smiled and helped her put on a bra. Then, he slipped the thin, white, sleeved shirt over her head and put on the jeans. He sat her down and put on her ballet flaps. When he was done, he helped her put on her deodorant (not that she smelled bad; he just wanted to help), and did a pony tail for her.

Like a child, he grabbed her hand and got the keys. Both left and got in her car. Shawn drove himself and the distracted, quiet and beautiful girl to the police station. Stares were what he received as he led the girl to Lassie's desk. As soon as she saw him, Mystery threw her arms around Lassie and he hugged her back. The scene tore at Shawn's heart. But there was nothing he could do because just then Karen walked up to him as Lassie and the girl sat next to each other. Her gaze landed on the quiet girl next to Lassie and she demanded, "What did you do to our helper?"

Lassie's eyes darted to him and Shawn tried to explain what had happened. Mystery, however, had no intentions of letting him tell them anything so she got up and held his hand like his child and stared up at him with her gray eyes pleading him to not tell. Karen and Lassie were taken aback at the action Mystery had committed. Shawn just smiled at the girl whom held his hand and winked to reassure her.

"Shawn!" Jules's voice was like a snap through the air. The group turned to see a flustered Juliet run towards them. Mystery hid behind Shawn and he turned a bit to put an arm around her waist and held her tight as she returned the gesture. "Shawn, it's Gus."

Gus

Gus had gone to deposit a some money from his check to Psych. Just as he went to the open window, a guy with a gun shouted, "Every body, this is a bank robbery; don't move!"

Gus groaned, hating his life. Slowly he got down like the rest of the customers.

Jules

When she entered, she saw Shawn with the girl he called Mystery. She ran as fast as she could in the high heels she wore and shouted Shawn's name, pushing the feeling of jealousy away, knowing it was a bit useless and unnecessary for what she was about to tell him. Once she approached, Mystery cowered away from her and Shawn turned and hugged her and she hugged him back. Jules caught sight of the flashing anger and jealousy in Lassie's eyes and Shawn's glint of fondness for the girl and Karen's confused look. She told them what she knew and Shawn's expression turned determined.

Lassie

It was weird for her to be so quiet. Sure, she was a bit quiet, but she mostly did some humane expressions and gestures to show that she was busy thinking or if she was just comfortable in the silence between her and whomever she was with. He looked at her from the corner of his eye; waiting for a small grin or twitch, but she remained immobile, like a statue. He gave up and began remembering how she had held Shawn's hand and feeling a bit jealous and angry. But as soon as she hugged him, everything was alright, just like that; just with a hug, he knew he had nothing to worry about. Carlton had inwardly sighed in content, yet it had changed when Karen demanded what had happened to the quiet girl. The girl had just gotten up and grabbed Shawn's hand; making that psychic detective smile; looking up at him with her wide, gray eyes. It had gotten even worse, the Situation, when Jules came. The girl had cowered behind Shawn and he turned slightly and hugged her in a comforting way. Carlton saw the way she leaned into him a bit more and wrapped her little arms around his torso. This made him burn with jealousy and anger. As soon as Jules told them what was wrong, Shawn was determined to get his best friend back.

Karen

It was stunning how the police's helper was really getting along- even CUDDLING with- SHAWN SPENCER. Of all people, she was really weirded out by their comfortableness with one another. She was sooooo confused of how quiet and sad the girl looked. Karen felt some pity for the young woman and that was something she never really did; sure, she cared for all her employees, but she never really felt that way, like she was doing so to the young raven haired woman in front of her.

Gus

A sigh escaped his lips as he waited and waited for Shawn and Jules and Lassie and Karen to rescue him from the rotting place he was in. Soon, he heard the sirens. It was music to his ears! He saw Shawn and then F.B.I. swat cars covered his view. The black, attractive man closed his eyes and knew that it was going to be a while for his buddy to help him out.

Shawn

He sighed in frustration and slammed his hand on the hood of a police car. That commander guy was making things hard just because he was a criminal behavior expert. Mystery, whom was standing next to him, flinched. Shawn's hard expression softened and he went to the raven haired, gray eyed young woman. He hugged her and she willingly hugged him back.

"What should I do, sweetie?" he wondered, though he knew he wasn't going to get an answer. She just patted his back in a comforting gesture. A lady from the crowd called out her fiancé was in there and he was a diabetic and needed to get food in his system soon. He grinned as he thought of a plan. "Sweetie, I think I know how to pull this off and go help and rescue my friend. Do you want to come?" He felt her head bob up and down. He broke out of their embrace and held her hand as he walked them to the dude's car. Commander whatever his face is, looked annoyed and got his phone as he dialed the guy and tried to get him to agree to get the people in the bank some food. The guy agreed, but a civilian had to deliver the food. At this, Shawn agreed.

A guy from the commander's team gave him the food and Mystery helped him carry some pizza boxes. Shawn began walking and like a little kid, Mystery skipped behind him. Lassie got in front of Shawn and Mystery, blocking their path.

"What the Hell are you doing, Spencer?" he spat. "If you want to sacrifice your life by going in there to give him the pizzas, that's okay with me, but if you're going to take her with you, I won't allow it!"

Mystery gave Spencer the pizza boxes and got on her toes and gave Carlton a kiss on the cheek, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. Lassie blushed and Shawn's jealousy soared. Mystery then got some pizzas and Shawn's hand and walked to the bank. Shawn began checking all the boxes and so did Mystery, playing along to whatever Shawn's plan was.

By three forty five in the afternoon, the case was solved and Gus was released. To celebrate, they all went to a pizza party and laughed. Shawn was glad to have his friend back and held the alert Mystery to him.

Two weeks later…

Mystery and Shawn were now living in the same house; the beach house; he took her out to the beach since that was the best place for both of them to be relaxed; besides, it was next to the house and her paleness was gaining a bit more color and turning into a peach. Both sat on the couch and watched Monsters Inc. as they ate popcorn and cuddled. Mystery wasn't the same cold person she had been when she met him. No; she was now a bit more approachable and huggable. She was still quiet and sometimes went into a statue- like frenzy, but she would come out eventually in three to four hours.

After the movie finished, Shawn turned off the movie and looked at her not so pale figure.

"I feel like this two weeks have been the most wonderful days I've been okay with, where nothing has gone wrong. So, I'm prepared to tell you about me," he began his rehearsed speech. "I was born in 1987 and am thirty seven now. My mom is a psychiatrist who's name is Madeleine and my old man, Henry Spencer, has returned to his cop work. My mom and dad are divorced since I was in my senior year at high school. I blamed my dad for leaving us, but it turned out it was my MOM who really left. My relationship with my dad has gotten better since that. And I regret everything I have done to him since I came. In my senior year, when they got divorced, was when I decided I wasn't going to take my father's footsteps like he wanted me to. And I really hate that I made him disappointed, after he accepted me to come live with him. But we're okay, so don't worry, sweetie.

"My best friend is that guy who's name is Burton Guster, but we call him Gus. I'm pretty sure he's older than me by one or two years. We've been friends for as long as I can say. And sure, sometimes I make fun of him and make his name sound weird whenever we're solving a case. A case that is always in our favor. We're, like, awesome! Gus has really been a good friend, helping my lazy ass by paying the Psych office and steering me out of trouble. I owe a lot to that guy whom I have know for so long. He's a great guy and he doesn't deserve to have a friend who had an affair with his sister.

"I have been a womanizer for as long as I can remember. The only relationship I can really remember trying is when I was dating Jules a month ago. We broke up last month after we were with each other for about, seven, eight, nine… almost a year. She broke up with me because I lack of maturity and I'm not really ready to start a relationship like marriage. I'm okay with that, though sometimes it hurts me. But I'm doing way better than ever. Besides, I kind of suspected Lassiter has a thing for her even though he doesn't know it.

"Carlton is so serious and hates me. It surprises me he really cares about other people when he is stone cold and really hating towards me, but it doesn't surprise me. Lassie has hated me ever since I can remember. And even though he won't say, he has a soft spot for me somewhere in his heart. The thing he despises the most about me is because I solve the cases when all hope is lost which leads me to reveal you a big secret of mine.

"I'm not a psychic like I've made everyone believe. I have a photographic memory and really excellent vision so I can solve the cases Karen gives us and the ones we intrude. Please don't tell anyone about this revelation. I just can't afford to loose my business and be cut off of all the cases that there are possible." He looked at her, but she looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. This was the reaction he didn't want to get. The reaction that made him feel like scum for lying, for hating, for everything.

"Why?" It was raspy and quiet, the whisper. "Why did you help me after I was cruel to you and made you have an almost concussion? Why didn't you run away after you saw me cutting myself? Why did you stop and try to help me?"

"Because, darling, I couldn't help it. Even though I didn't know you, I was attracted to you in a manor I never knew possible. When I saw you, I felt my whole body become paralyzed; my mind became numb; my heart had stopped; and my soul twisted funny. When I was in your car after Jules convinced me to help her figure you out and I kissed you, I became addicted. You smell really good and intoxicated me when we were in that tight space. I couldn't get enough of you and I tried making peace after I gave you the flowers. And when I caught you from falling, I was worried about you and I went to your house and tried to make sure you were okay. Yo were there in the corner, cutting yourself and I felt this ever so deep pain squeeze me and make me feel horrible and I helped out of pity, caring and…. Love. That's why I did it."

Mystery sighed and she inhaled deeply before beginning her story. "When I was born, I was abnormal. My mom, Maria, hated me because she had fallen in love with an angel that fell from the sky and that left her after she had me. She lived in the country and was naïve and didn't know a thing about the damn winged creatures. From anger and pity, my grandpa, Edward, named me Temptation and he raised me only to die because of my dark powers that I received from my dad. He came back to claim me but I was eighteen by then and was rather smart and so I declined his offer of helping me with my powers. Later, I went to college and got my degree as a professional psychiatrist and police deputy. So I went to schools and helped as much as I could with troubled kids and after a few sessions, they all got better. I was a popular teacher there.

"Then this case, the one where the girls got raped and then murdered, Karen Vick hired me to help and go to the schools and have a connection with the students so I could find something about the suspect. So I was like a spy. And still am, by the way. My partner in spy crime is a homo guy named Jay, so since I haven't gone to work, I have him as my back up. And I really am a demon. Half one anyway. So even if my patients don't want to help, I can go into their minds and find out what's going on in their lives. It's kind of prying but they all get the appropriate help they need. I'm also a telepath and can sense emotions from two or three miles away, but since I have learned to block out emotions so they won't overwhelm me, I don't sense most emotions.

"When I met you, the thoughts and emotions around me cleared and I could single you out easily. And I was scared. I never felt anything like it. Lassie helped calm me after we shook hands, you and me. That was the reason I acted so cold towards you and kept my distance. Lassie and I have become best friends in a manor, but I am not sure what has happened between us since I'm hanging out with you, his least favorite person. But there's good new! He hates his ex wife more than you!" She smiled at him.

"Gee, I feel like the luckiest person that has been saved from assassins."

Mystery laughed. "And yeah. The reason why I cut myself is to block my emotions out and since I heal fast, it doesn't affect me at all. But with you… I don't know why I went into a state of trauma. It never has happened before. And yeah."

"So you're name is Temptation. And you're a half angel/demon humane. And Karen hired you to help out. And we are some what attracted to each other." Shawn said everything slowly, processing it. Temptation nodded; confirming everything. "Wow."

"I know. You're the only person who knows. Besides Jay, of course."

"Well, now you know my secrets and I know yours so we can black mail each other."

"Perfect." Temptation smiled. After their talk, Temptation and Shawn went to bed.

Besides that I helped her, I got to know her, he thought. A bonus: helping her and dark secrets.

So that is that. Terribly sorry I haven't updated. Being ground sure ain't fun. Well, hoped you liked this. Love! Why is everyone scared of love? Well, I seriously dunno. ~rymilu