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- confessions -

Shock fell upon the blonde's face. "You want a….a name? Why?"

"Creating a psychic link is like looking through a phone book. But instead of searching for an address or number, which is what I was doing with the characteristics, I could just look up the name. It's not always necessary, but when the spirits act up variables change." Shawn looked into her eyes. "That's not a problem is it?"

Jules immediately switched her gaze over to a water-starved plant in the corner of the office. "Not a…..problem….per say." She looked down at her still half-full tea bottle. "Can't I just give you the first letter? That'd at least help narrow it down a little, right?"

Shawn shook his head. "Sorry. Not good enough. The spirits aren't cutting me any slack with this one. I need all the help I can get. Full name, please — first and last. Middle if you have it."

Jules suddenly developed a strong case of shifty eyes. "Well, you see, here's the thing — it's not that I don't want to tell you — not that I can't tell you — it's just that — well, with the circumstances, uh, what I mean is, well — Ugh." Jules dropped her head into her hands.

"Woah, Jules, calm down." Shawn reached across and put his hand on her shoulder. "Just tell me. I won't get mad. And I promise I won't tell anyone else. Well, maybe Gus, but that's purely for business purposes — reports and that sort of thing. And I might accidentally tell Lassie, but that's more of a–"

"Shawn," Jules whispered, her voice muffled by her hands.

"What was that?" Shawn leaned in towards her.

Juliet let her arms drop. Looking up, she said, "Mystery Guy. His name. It's Shawn."

"Oh." Shawn drew back, a confused look on his face. "Well, if that's all you can tell me, then I guess it's better than nothing. Now, I just have to–"

"Shawn!" Her eyes locked with his. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah, loverboy, Shawn, got it."

He started to do the trance thing again, but Jules grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. She leaned forward so her face was about a hand-length away from his. "No, Shawn, I don't think you've got it just yet."

"What are you–" Shawn began, but he fell silent when he saw the look on the blonde's face. "What's wrong, Jules?"

Juliet dropped her head. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she raised her head back up. "You don't need to find Mystery Guy, Shawn, because he's already here." Shawn turned his head to either side, looking around the office. Jules caught his head between her hands. "He's already here, because you're the mystery guy. You're Shawn. Get it?"

Shawn sat very still with a dazed expression on his face. A confession? He had not been expecting that — hoping for it, maybe, but definitely not expecting it.

Juliet almost scooted back, afraid she had crossed the line, when her head was caught by two strong hands. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself being led towards him, her lips being crushed against his. The kiss was rough, dripping with long overdue passion. They separated, breathing hard, and Shawn took the opportunity to pull Jules into his lap. Resting his head on top of hers, he asked, "Why the elaborate setup, Jules? Why not just tell me?"

Jules laughed lightly. "Partly nerves — okay, mostly nerves. But, I kind of wanted to see if you could figure it out yourself." She laughed a little harder. "Which you obviously couldn't."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Suddenly he recalled something from their earlier conversation. "So, I'm quirky, am I?"

"Now, Shawn, when I said that I was just–" Her words trailed off as a fit of laughter overcame her. Shawn, using his position to his advantage, had started tickling her, his gentle fingers flitting over her sides. "Shawn!…….Stop!" she gasped out between laughs.

Shawn conceded, pulling her tighter against his chest. A hand flew up to his forehead. "I'm seeing something."

Still high from laughing, Jules asked, "What?"

"I'm seeing," Shawn leaned forward until their noses were practically touching. "I'm seeing you and me…..at Tom Blair's Pub…..tomorrow….at noon."

Jules tilted her head and drew a hair's breadth closer, putting them in 'very close talking' position. "Tell me this, psychic: Why wait?"

FIN