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"What about me being a psychic?" Shawn asked. Looking at Shawn's smiling face, Juliet realized telling him she knew he wasn't a psychic would be harder then she thought.
"Um, how'd you get started here?" she asked. "I was transferred to Santa Barbra after you got here, so how'd you start working here."
"Oh," he said. "Well, I was using my super amazing psychic abilities to solve crimes by watching the six o' clock news, when –"
"Wait, why?" asked Juliet. Shawn blinked at her.
"You don't believe that I'd do it just to be a good person?" he asked with a fake hurt face.
"No," said Juliet shortly.
"Alright, I was between jobs," he muttered. "I did it for the reward money."
"That sounds more like you," said Juliet, smiling.
"Ha, ha," said Shawn sarcastically. "I can't believe you think I'm that greedy, Jules! I mean, I don't mention your bad habits like your nail-biting or the annoying way you –"
"Shawn!" she exclaimed. "Keep going with your… story thing."
"Right," he said. "So eventually they thought that no one could be awesome enough to solve as many crimes as me, just by watching the news. They begged me to tell them how to do it, so I told them I'm a psychic."
"Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me the whole story?" Juliet asked.
Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Jules, I thought you believed I was a psychic," he said.
"I did," Juliet muttered.
"You did?" Shawn asked. "As in, not anymore?"
Juliet decided now was as good a moment as ever to tell him. "Shawn, when we were on the phone last night –"
Shawn's cell phone rang. "Oh my God, again with the interruptions!" Juliet exclaimed as Shawn answered the phone.
"Hello? Yes Gus, I'm almost… no need to get snippy, cranky goose! I'm talking to Jules! … Okay, fine!" Shawn exclaimed as he hung up the phone. "Sorry Jules, Gus is waiting. I've got to go."
"But I need to tell you something," Juliet protested. Shawn started to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" he called to her as he left.
"Great," thought Juliet. "The universe obviously doesn't want me to tell him yet." She saw Detective Lassiter walk over and sit down at his desk. Juliet followed him, deciding that if she couldn't talk to Shawn about this, she would talk to Lassiter. "Carlton," she said, taking a seat in an empty chair by his desk.
"Yes, O'Hara?" he asked absently, focused on some case facts he was studying.
"You were there when Shawn started working for the SBPD, right?"
Lassiter looked up from his paperwork. "Yes," he answered slowly. "Why?" he asked somewhat bitterly. It was no secret that Shawn wasn't his favorite subject.
"No reason," she said a little too quickly. "I just… wanted to know how he got started here."
"Ask him," Lassiter said grumpily.
"I did, but I don't know if his side of the story is very…"
"Accurate?" Lassiter finished.
"Yeah," admitted Juliet. "So how did it really happen?"
Lassiter looked over at Juliet, looking excited at the chance to make Shawn look bad with his side of the story. "Well, Spencer had been calling in tips that were suspiciously accurate," began Lassiter, putting a huge amount of stress on the word 'suspiciously.' "We, of course, thought he had some kind of involvement in the crimes being committed, because no one is that accurate. Especially when they were just watching the News. Spencer denied committing the crimes, but we were going to arrest him anyway. He told one of the officers that her grandmother said 'hello' or something, and suddenly everyone believed he was a psychic!" Lassiter finished, sounding more annoyed then when he started.
"That's all?" Juliet asked. "He didn't have any more 'visions?'"
"Well, he knew about some evidence in an unsolved case. But he could have planted it!" he added. Juliet raised an eyebrow. "And he knew McNabb was getting married." Lassiter finished.
"Wow," thought Juliet. "However he does it, he's good. And that explians why he prentends to be psychic. He didn't want to be arrested."
"Thanks," Juliet muttered as she got up and went back to her desk. She decided that she would call Shawn that night and confront him about it. Over the phone, Juliet couldn't see his face, which for some reason made it harder for her to tell him.
There's chapter 3. The next chapter will be in Shawn's POV. Review please.