Short story #3! Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read it (most esspecially to those who review ;) hint hint) [As always I own nothing! Because if I did there would be a whole lot more shirtless Shawn and Abigail might have been pushed off a cliff back in season 4...anywho it all belongs to Steve Franks and USA]
Kick Off The Year With A Kiss
Happiness is like a kiss - it feels best when you give it to someone else.
Author Unknown
New Year's Eve was always Shawn's favorite holiday. Tipsy women, shiny party hats and an excuse to drink and dance the night away, I mean what's not to love? But when December 31st rolled around and he learned from Gus that the police station was throwing a New Year's Eve party, well excited wasn't his first emotion.
"You can't have a party at a police station Gus! How can you let loose when there are a dozen cops around? Now way count me out," Shawn said as his fingers moved nimbly across his X-box controller and he blew up yet another spaceship. Gus stood in the corner in front of a mirror and rubbed some more scalp oil on his head before replying, "Shawn just because it isn't a dirty germ infested dance club doesn't mean you can't have a good time. So stop playing Galaga and get dressed so we can go, it's already 11:20." Shawn smirked and hit another spaceship as Gus walked over to the chair Shawn was sitting in; he looked suave in dress pants and the designer grey shirt he bought for the case where they went undercover as models. Gus glanced down at Shawn and sighed, "Okay Shawn, let's make a deal." Shawn chuckled and continued eyeing his game, "What is this some crappy TV game show?" Gus moved to another chair to tie his shining shoes and replied, "Do you want to hear the deal or not?" Shawn smirked; Gus knew he could never back down from a challenge, "What is it?"
"You shoot down four more spaceships and you can blow off the party and go to some club. But if you get blown up, you have to come to the police station with me," Gus answered running his hands across his head one more time. Shawn snorted, "Easy. Watch the master Preppy Pants von Burton." Shawn furrowed his brow and shot one down, Gus stood up and walked to his side, Shawn shot another one and Gus gripped the Nerf ball in his hand. "Boom," Shawn shouted, "One more to go." Gus smiled and hurled the ball against the desk at the opposite end of the room, knocking over a frame and a flurry of papers. Shawn's head shot up at the noise and in that split second his spaceship was blown to pieces and the "Game Over" song echoed through the office. Shawn threw the controller into his chair as he stood up, "You did that didn't you?" Gus put on his best innocent face and pointed to his chest, "Me? No way. Must have been a ghost or a squirrel or something." Shawn ran a hand through his perfectly gelled hair and shrugged on a jacket. "Yeah a squirrel just opened the door ran in, left a path of destruction in his wake, then ran back out," Shawn said sarcastically as he followed Gus out of the office. Gus locked the door and replied, "It's true, squirrels are nasty evil creatures that get pleasure out of chaos. Just ask Lassiter, he knows."
When Shawn and Gus walked through the police station doors the party was in full swing. And after Shawn passed the fifth drunk person attempting to ride the electric floor buffer, he realized maybe he was wrong about police office parties. Gus grabbed a red plastic cup offered by Mcnab and he and Shawn walked into the only room in the station with a TV and a couch. The lights were covered with colored paper, illuminating everything and the TV blasted the New York coverage of the ball dropping. Shawn looked around and wasn't surprised when Gus quickly walked over to the new police intern with the short hair and glittering skin. Shawn knew he was dressing up because she would be at this party. Smirking he glanced around at the other people laughing and chatting up their co workers and friends. He spotted Lassie in the corner trying to rub the mustard stain out of his tie, Chief Vick was in front of the TV talking to her husband, a tall blond man Shawn had never seen, and then his gaze fell on Juliet.
She dazzled in a silver sequined top that shimmered when she moved, her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her tanned legs seemed to stretch on forever in her black mini skirt. Momentarily hypnotized by the sight of the detective he thought only knew how to wear dress suits, he followed her path to stand in front of the TV along with everyone else. There was one minute left till the ball dropped. Shawn smirked and walked casually up to stand next to her.
She had felt his eyes on her since the moment he walked in, and now standing next to her looking casual and handsome with his five o'clock shadow and unbuttoned white shirt and jeans. "Jules. Never pegged you for a party girl," he said smiling down at her, enjoying the way the yellow lights made her hair shine. She tried to hide a smile and said, "And your right, but I love New Year's Eve," the countdown had started 10-9-8, "I guess I just love the idea that it's a new year and anything could happen." Shawn couldn't help but tilt his head and smile at her, 7-6-5-4, "I love New Year's Eve too." Juliet grinned and glanced at the ball dropping and all their friends shouting out the countdown. Shawn continued, "But I think I'm about to love it even more because I can do this," 3-2-1, "Do what," she asked staring up at him, her brow furrowed. "Happy New Year," screamed everyone as they threw confetti into the air. Lassiter kissed the cheek of his bemused date, Chief Vick's husband dipped her and kissed her long and hard, the intern Gus was chatting up threw her arms around him and kissed him senseless.
Shawn smirked at Juliet, brushed a piece of shining confetti off her cheek then lowered his lips to hers. She froze at first then slowly kissed him back, moving her lips with his in an intimate dance. Her lips where just as he had imagined, soft and sweet as candy, and his kiss was just as she had dreamed, gentle but passionate and laced with need. She was the one who pulled back first, her breathing heavy and face a mask of shock. Shawn's usual smile wavered, having not expected to lose himself to her like that, and he said, "So, how's it feel to know you started off this year kissing me?" She looked up at him, her lips still shining in the light, making it hard for him to concentrate. She touched her lips when she saw his eyes dart to them, and she smirked, which threw him off. "Not a bad why to start off the year, might have to make it a tradition," she replied and walked slowly out the door, leaving an awestruck Shawn standing in a pile of confetti with the taste of Juliet O'Hara lingering on his lips.
