Hey Fanfiction readers!

I'm sorry for not updating sooner! I just don't have as much time to write as I did earlier this summer, so updates will be very sporadic. This chapter is pretty long, so it should hold you over until the next update.

This chapter is mainly about the Lacey/Bex friendship dynamic. It's essentially like Shawn and Gus's (since they are their daughters), but Bex is the crazy one. Like normal teenage girls, they consult each other about boy troubles and fashion, and both of these are applied in this chapter as Bex helps Lacey find a better outfit to wear to their meeting at Psych since Shane is going to be there.

Note: I decided to make up Gus's wife. In this series, Gus's wife is named Natasha. She briefly shows up in this chapter.

Note 2: I use a few stereotypes for football players and cheerleaders in this story. I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND ANY READERS WHO TAKE PART IN THESE SPORTS. I just used these stereotypes because the main characters don't exactly see eye to eye with cheerleaders (especially Bex) and football players, but they will get along with them better by the end of the story. Again, I am only using these stereotypes for this story and not to offend anyone.

Spoilers: I don't think there are any spoilers in this chapter, besides the ones for the show in general. There will be at least one in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, however unfortunate it may be.

Meeting at Psych

"Lacey," Chief Vick began, snapping me back to attention. "You will also have a part on this case."

"Um, pardon me, Chief, but I don't understand. How can I be of use if I'm neither psychic nor on the force?" I asked nervously.

Chief Vick smiled and placed a plastic grocery bag in front of me. I pushed away the plastic handles and pulled out a piece of turquoise and white fabric. When I held it up, I realized it was a cheerleading uniform.

My stomach sank as I understood and saw the chief pull out two more bags of clothes. I immediately began praying that this was all a bad dream even as the chief said, "Miss Spencer, you, Miss Guster, and Mr. McNab will be going undercover. Tomorrow morning, you and your friends will be Camp Greenfield's newest campers for football and cheerleading."

"But… but…" I stammered, but Chief Vick wouldn't let me speak. "Miss Spencer, we really need your help on this case. Innocent girls are being killed, and we need to find out why. We assume this is an inside job, so we need you and your friends to get close to the other campers and see if any of them had something against these four girls." I was about to speak, but the chief cut me off again. "Lacey, please. We really need your help. We don't want to have any more innocent girls dying." Her voice cracked a little bit, which caused me to somewhat reluctantly sigh, "Fine, I'll help." It's not like I didn't want to find out who killed these girls, but me, a cheerleader? Pigs must have been flying!

Chief Vick nodded at my answer and handed me the other two bags. "Do you think you can inform your friends of this case before tomorrow?"

I snorted a little bit. "Oh, yeah." I turned to my dad, and we both said, "Meet back at Psych in forty-five minutes." My mom rolled her eyes as my dad and I fist-bumped, then I turned and ran out of the station.

As I burst through the doors and into the parking lot, I yanked out my iPhone and clicked on Shane's cell number. It rang once before he picked up with a, "Hey, Lace, what's up?"

"Mandatory meeting at Psych, forty-five minutes. Be there, or I will rip your head off when I see you next," I threatened. As I reached my blue Mini Cooper, I said, "I'm going to pick up Bex. She's probably still sleeping."

Shane laughed on the other end, making me blush for a few seconds. "Yep, Rebecca Guster, one of the few people who can sleep 'til noon and still be tired. See ya in forty-five."

"Bye," I giggled stupidly before hanging up and smacking my forehead against the steering wheel. Why, why, WHY do I do that? Shane is just a friend, and could never be more! I shouted in my head. I shook my head and started the engine as I tried to get myself focused again. Pull yourself together, Lacey! You have a case! Isn't that what you've always wanted? The truth is, I saw what my parents did for a living ever since I was a little girl and desperately wanted to do the same. I wanted to solve mysteries and catch bad guys. And yet I almost backed out when I finally got a case. I was so angry with myself that I had to fight the urge to whack my head against the steering wheel again as I merged onto the freeway.

I continued this mental soliloquy until I pulled into the driveway of the Guster home. I yanked my key out of the ignition, then grabbed another key on the same lanyard and unlocked the front door. Since Uncle Gus is my godfather, he gave me a key to the house just in case I needed anything. It came in handy on days like these when I needed to wake up Bex.

Just as I put my key in the lock, my aunt Natasha opened the door the rest of the way. "Hey, Lacey," she greeted me. "Gus just left a few minutes ago. He said something about a meeting at…"

"Psych," I finished. "There's a new case. That's kind of why I need Bex."

"Oh," she nodded. "Bex is…"

"Upstairs, sleeping," I finished again, before climbing up the stairs and heading for Bex's room.

I threw the poster-covered door open, shouting, "Bex! Time to get up!"

I saw the mound of blankets that concealed my best friend shift a little bit as she covered her head with her pillow and groaned, "No. Go away."

"Rebecca Tamara Guster! Get up now, or I will use force to get you out of that bed!" I threatened.

"Lacey Veronica Spencer," Bex shouted, using my full name, "Try me."

"You asked for it!" I shouted before I picked up her pineapple-shaped pillow and began whacking her with it. "BEX! GET. UP. NOW!" I growled, saying each word in sync with every whack. "We have a meeting at Psych in half an hour. We have a case!"

A head full of messy dark hair popped up out of the mound of blankets with that statement. "A case?" Bex asked excitedly. "A real case? As in one that we actually get to help with?"

"Yes, a case. And it's our case. We play a big part in it," I informed her, groaning internally. I was still picturing myself in a cheerleading outfit, and it was not pretty.

Bex squealed as loud as car tires screeching to a sudden stop, forcing me to cover my ears in pain. Tossing the covers aside, she bounded out of bed and ran over to her closet. As she got ready, I removed a headband from my messenger bag and pushed my hair back. I then moved onto fixing my tank top again, tugging on it nervously as I examined the rest of my outfit. I spun to do a full inspection, but stopped halfway when I saw Bex looking at me. She was fully dressed in track shorts and a lime green tank top that said, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun – I'm No Exception," and smirked as she surveyed me up and down. She raised her eyebrows as she folded her arms across her chest and said, "Shane's going to be there too, isn't he?" I felt my cheeks start to burn, and Bex smirked again. Suddenly, she grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the closet, muttering to herself.

"No, no, no, this looks horrible," she cried, and I was immediately offended when I realized that she was talking about my outfit. She began yanking outfits out of her closet madly, but stopped when she saw my face.

"What?" she asked innocently.

I glared at her. "What's wrong with this outfit? It's perfectly clean, it's comfortable…"

Bex interrupted me with, "You wear it all the time. We need to find something that makes Shane's head turn the minute you walk in the door."

I flushed again, then balled my fists as I forced the words, "Shane is just a friend," out of my mouth.

Bex raised an eyebrow and cocked a hip as she said, "You've been saying that ever since we were in middle school. Lacey, he's not just a friend to you. Don't try to deny it."

I rolled my eyes before I slumped my shoulders in defeat. Bex had me. She's had that effect on me ever since we were kids, so no wonder we're best friends.

She smirked devilishly before turning back to the closet. Pulling clothes off their hangers, she asked, "Would it kill you to wear something girlier on a normal day?"

I stuck my tongue out at her before I winced, the image of Cheerleader Lacey burning in my mind again.

After a few minutes of searching, Bex finally pulled out a possible outfit. One look and I pulled away in disgust. The outfit she held up consisted of a sequined tank top, high heels, and a super short skirt. After I got over the initial shock, I looked from the shoes to Bex's feet in confusion. Bex had teeny size 6 feet. The heels looked like giants compared to her feet. My stomach sinking, I yanked one of the pumps out of Bex's grasp and checked the size. They were size 10, and I smacked the heel against my forehead when I realized who wore the exact same size – me. I continued to feel queasy as I checked the sizes on the shirt and skirt. They were also in my size.

I dropped the high heel and glared at Bex. "When and why did you get this ridiculous outfit?"

Bex held up her hands in defense. "Hey, hey, it was a sale, and they had this stuff in your size! I couldn't pass it up."

I narrowed my eyes at my best friend, still unconvinced. Without saying anything, I began checking the sizes on the other clothes in her closet. In the end, the right half of Bex's closet was full of outfits and shoes in my size. I recognized a few of the outfits from past shopping trips that I had disapproved of, yet Bex bought them anyway.

My best friend sighed and explained once she saw my face. "Okay, okay, I bought this stuff so I could be prepared for any time that you wanted to be girly. I thought now would be the perfect time for a girly outfit."

I nodded and murmured, "Perhaps you're right." Bex grinned, but her smile fell when I said, "I get to pick out the outfit."

She heaved a frustrated sigh before letting me pick an outfit. After a minute of searching, I pulled out a flowing light pink tank top, a jean skirt, and silver sandals. Bex sighed again at my choice before she said, "Fine. You look great, Lace."

I gave a shy smile before checking my watch. My eyes bugged as I saw what time it was – we only had ten minutes to get to Psych. I yelped, and Bex and I grabbed our bags. As we were running out the door, she called, "You know, I have some makeup that would match that outfit perfectly…"

"NO!" I screamed as I yanked the car door open and shoved my key in the ignition. I tried to delete Bex's last statement from my mind, but it was too late – Cheerleader Lacey was back, wearing eyeliner and shaking her pink pompoms in my face. I groaned and once again slammed my forehead against the steering wheel. It was going to be a long day.

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We pulled into the Psych parking lot exactly forty-five minutes after my dad and I agreed to meet there. I bolted out of the Mini Cooper and burst through the office door, Bex right on my heels. The door slammed against the wall, causing Uncle Gus to jump a foot into the air in the next room. Panting, Bex and I entered the main office of Psych, where my dad, Uncle Gus, and Shane were waiting for us. Upon seeing Shane, I blushed a little bit and paused to fix my skirt. As I pushed my hair behind my ears, Bex got impatient and hissed, "Come on, Hopeless Romantic," in my ear before shoving me forward. I cried out as I stumbled in my sandals before crashing into – you guessed it – Shane.

"Whoa, hey, you okay Lacey?" Shane asked as he helped me stand upright. Before I answered him, I shot a death glare at Bex, who was whistling "Mamma Mia" as she strode innocently into the room. I then turned back to Shane and motioned to Bex as an explanation. He nodded, understanding.

"Come on, lovebirds, we have a case to work on!" Bex shouted obnoxiously, causing Shane and me to flush scarlet and take a few steps back from each other. Shoving the previous moment out of my mind, I pulled the bags containing our uniforms out of my purse and tossed them to Bex and Shane. I smirked at their faces as they saw what was inside, but then groaned internally when I realized that I had a bag of my own in my hand.

"Lacey Spencer, what kind of sick joke is this?" Bex growled, holding up her lime green and white cheerleading skirt. Shane looked at me and said, "Ditto," as he held up his red football jersey.

I sighed. "It's not a joke. This is our case. We have to go undercover to solve the murders of several cheerleaders – and prevent more from happening." At that, I picked up our copies of the case file and handed the papers to Bex and Shane.

After a few minutes, Shane looked up at me, confused. "Wait, why am I here? Cheerleaders were killed, not football guys."

"Yeah, well, there's a possibility that some football players may be killed later on – or they might even be the killers," I pointed out. "We need you to get close to the football guys and see if any are potential killers."

Shane cringed as he looked down at his not-so-buff body and whistled in a "This is not going to go over well" way. I winced myself when I realized that Shane was not exactly a hard-core athlete, and he would be head-first in a trash can if he tried to hang out with the football guys.

"So, let me guess, you and I need to get close to the other cheerleaders to see if they could be potential killers?" Bex asked before saying – in a high-pitched, nasally voice – "Oh my God, we need to become their, like, BFFs!" She batted her eyelashes sarcastically before rolling her eyes and shooting me an annoyed "Are you kidding me?" glare.

I smothered a laugh as Bex continued staring at me. You see, Bex sort of has a vendetta against cheerleaders (or, as she calls them, "Barbie Dolls of Doom")
due to the event known as "The Homecoming Dance Debacle of Freshman Year," during which Bex and the head cheerleader got into a fight. Bex had accidentally spilled punch on the cheerleader's dress, which sparked a full-blown brawl that left Bex with a black eye and the cheerleader with a broken nose. As Shane and I gaped in horror as Bex was dragged away by a teacher, we heard her mutter, "Dang, that girl can throw a punch!" Ever since then, she wanted vengeance for the aforementioned skirmish, and the new case was a potential opportunity for revenge.

As that last thought popped up in my mind, I panicked and shouted, "No, Bex, you are not allowed to take down any cheerleaders at this camp! I don't care if some of them are the most spiteful beings on Earth – YOU MAY NOT FIGHT A CHEERLEADER!" After I stopped screaming, I stared Bex down, waiting for her reaction. Her devilish smirk fell and her shoulders slumped, defeated. She sighed loudly and said, "Fine. But, I swear, if I hear one 'OMG,' I am out of there."

I grinned in triumph before asking, "Everyone understand the case basics?"

My friends paused before reluctantly nodding.

"Great. Let's start planning!" I cried.

Before we could all get settled and begin planning, a voice called, "Phase One: Basic Cheerleading Moves." I groaned aloud as my mom came into the main office looking like an aerobics instructor and carrying a giant boombox. I buried my face in my hands at the sight. It was so not my day.

Hmm… what's Juliet doing? This is supposed to be a reference to a season 2 episode which will be revealed in the next chapter.

Sorry if the ending of the chapter was a little awkward. I'm finishing this sort of late at night, so I sort of have writer's block.

Again, I do not mean to offend anyone with these stereotypes. I do not support stereotypes, and only put these in here because the characters don't see eye to eye with cheerleaders and football players.

Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW! Reviews are greatly appreciated! I would like at least five new reviews before the next chapter! A virtual pineapple to those who review!

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