It's been a long time since I've updated this, and I'm truly sorry. I honestly wasn't sure if I planned on continuing it but I decided to. I hope you guys like it.


Santa Barbara, California: July 22, 2013

When Shawn awoke the next morning, he wasn't surprised to find Juliet staring at him with curious eyes. "I just don't get it." She sighed looking him up and down. "What the hell was your talent?"

Shawn stood from the bed and stretched his arms up, "Let it go, will ya?" He turned from her and into the adjoining bathroom.

"Tell me what it was, and then I'll let it go." Juliet had followed him and was now leaning against the doorway as Shawn shuck off his boxers and started the shower.

"Jules, I'm serious." He looked at her, "Please. Just let it go. I don't want to talk about it." He stepped into the shower, and prayed to whatever God was up there that his stubborn girlfriend would stop. Alas, it didn't work.

"You have no physical deformities." Juliet sat onto the toilet seat lid, "I already know about your so called 'psychic' talents. Wait, was that your act?"

"I can't hear you!" Shawn called over the running water.

"I will figure this out Shawn Spencer!"

A few seconds later the door slammed shut, and Shawn sighed in relief. He had left the circus life for many reasons, and he certainty didn't want to get thrusted back into it. Especially when he was hoping to settle down with Juliet. That would completely mess up his plans. This case was going to be a pain in his ass, he could feel it.

Once he was finished with his shower, Shawn got out, dressed himself, and walked to the kitchen to have some breakfast. A note was left for him on the refrigerator, written on a yellow post-it note.

Shawn,

I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but I love you and I want to know about your life. But I won't press you, you'll talk when you're ready. Carlton called me down to the station with some evidence. There's some left-over pizza in the fridge. Love you

-Jules

Shawn smiled and crumpled up the yellow paper before tossing it into the garbage can. He really had hit the jackpot with that woman.


"I'm here Carlton. What did you find out?" Juliet leaned over her partners' shoulder as he scrolled down a webpage.

"The murder which was reported to us sees like a cold case." Carlton turned off his computer and held up a file for Juliet to look at. "A skeleton was used in an act, and the performer had a feeling it wasn't fake. Turns out it was real."

"Why is this case ours?" Juliet sat at her desk while looking over the photographs in the file. One was of the skeleton in question laying on a table with brightly colored paints adorning its surface. The second was the same skeleton except it was pressed into a small rectangular box.

"They found it was real on Santa Barbara soil." Carlton answered her question. "I already had a witness pulled in, she's down waiting in the integration room."

"Let go then." Juliet stood and they walked to the room where their suspect was being held. A woman was sitting at the metal table with her arms crossed in front of her. She was wearing a tight dress with heavy makeup on her face.

"Good morning," Juliet smiled at her, "Can you tells us what happened?"

The woman let out a high-pitched sob followed by a sniffle before she began, "I was just practicing my act, you know with the prop, and when it didn't bend I…"

"You're a contortionist?" Carlton interrupted her.

"Yes," The woman nodded. "My act is to fit a large skeleton of a man, that one there-" She pointed to a picture of the painted skeleton. "Into a small space with me. My last prop broke while in movement, and I needed a new one. Jessica found this mixed in with some junk from like twenty years ago or so. I had no idea it was real."

"How did you find it was real exactly?"

"Usually plastic skeletons will bend a little with heat, we keep the box hot enough to bend the plastic but not melt it. This one didn't bend, so I grabbed a hammer and hit it. Then it splintered, and I could tell it wasn't plastic."


Coney Island, New York: October 30, 1998

"How's this?" Shawn stood on his toes in order to lift the banner over the entrance to the tent."

"Pierce, lower your side." Enya yelled from the ground and she watched them try and straighten the banner. "Better!" She gave them a thumb up and the two men latched their banner onto the tent.

"I hate this." Shawn signed climbing down the ladder and jumping onto the ground. Enya wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck.

"You have to earn your keep." She smiled at him.

"I do more than you," Shawn joked with her, and returned her kiss.

"You two are more sickening than the Geek." Pierce rolled his eyes.

"I still don't get why people would want to see that," Shawn shook his head. "It's disgusting."

"It's different." Enya corrected him, "It drags peoples' interests."

"Eh." Shawn buried his nose into Enya's flaming hair.

"Whoa whoa love birds!" Todd came out from the tent. "We need more decorations. Put some cobwebs around, ghosts, and maybe some fake bodies. Say Trinity, you wouldn't mind changing your act? Just for the holiday?" Todd begged.

"I've told you Todd, I'm not a psychic." Shawn told him.

"Bah, what you do is the same thing." Todd shook his head and disappeared back into the tent.

"It's not!" Shawn yelled after him.

"I know baby, I know." Enya rubbed his chest.

"Now, who wants to hang up the skeletons?" Pierce asked holding up a box of skeletons.


Santa Barbara, California: July 22, 2013

"Good afternoon beautiful." Shawn smiled as his placed a pineapple smoothie on Juliet's desk.

"What do you want, Shawn?" Juliet smiled to show she wasn't annoyed with him, in fact she enjoyed his presence.

"Did you manage to find out anything?" He sat on the edge of the desk.

"About your talent or the case?"

"You said you'd let that go." He snapped.

"Calm down Shawn, I was joking. As for the case, fake skeleton turns out to be real. We're running DNA through the database but I highly doubt we'll get a hit." Juliet leaned back into her chair.

"Do you at least know how long it's been dead? Or the sex?" Shawn looked at her.

"Woody says it belonged to a female, probably around thirty years old. He guesses she died maybe fifteen to twenty years ago." Juliet handed him the file Carlton had given her earlier.

"Spencer you worked there what, fifteen years ago?" Carlton walked up to them. "Did anyone go missing around then?"

Shawn thought back on the time, and shook his head. "Not really. Some people left to find better work, or retire but no one disappeared. Might've been from before my time." Shawn shrugged.

"You're no help." Carlton scoffed crossing his arms.

"Much obliged Lassie!" Shawn gave a fake bow.

"There's one person left who have to talk to, he's waiting downstairs."

"That's my cue, I'll see you at home Jules." He hopped of the desk, and left the station.


"Welcome back Trinity." Pierce greeted him in the parking lot.

"I don't go by that anymore." Shawn said sticking his hands in his pockets. "I'm looking for Enya, she around?"

"Her trailer, same one as before. Talk to me before you leave." Pierce pointed to the series of trailers littered around the parking lot. Shawn nodded his thanks, and walked over to a particular small black one. Without knocking on the door Shawn entered the trailer. Nothing seemed to have changed. It was hot, and dark; just as it had been all those years before.

Shawn walked to the back of the trailer and opened a small curtain, startling the woman on the bed.

"We need to talk."