It has been brought to my attention via review from theshuleslovin'psycho, that last chapter had a plot hole. Allow me to fix it. You may not like the way it happens...

"Oh come on, I know you're in here." Juliet mumbled, searching through her glove box for Shawn's secret/not so secret snack fund. Upon finding it, she accidently pulled out another envelope from the "Bug Box" as Shawn called it. This envelope was from the local animal shelter?

Juliet removed the papers from within, finding not only a proof of purchase certificate, but also a "My Story" packet with Fluffy's picture. "That son of a bitch!" Juliet cursed, slamming the door and running to the house.

Shawn sat on the couch, Fluffbacca on his lap. Together they watched CSI New York without a care between the two. That was about to change in three, two, queue Juliet.

"Shawn, we need to talk." Juliet demanded, eyes focused and red faced.

"Everything okay, Jules?" Shawn asked, unaware of the coming storm.

"What the Hell are these?" She shifted her weight and gave him that look, that scolding look that told him every single word would decide whether he slept on the couch or worse.

"Oh..." Shawn was not in a good place.

"Shawn, I'm waiting." Juliet tapped her foot, further stating her anger.

"Okay, so I may not have rescued Fluffy." Shawn shrugged but said sheepishly.

"According to this certificate, his name is Barney." Juliet corrected, still not at all pleased.

"Well there's problem one right there. His previous dick bag owner named him barney." Shawn argued.

"Why didn't you just tell me you adopted him? Would that have been so hard instead of telling me YOU did it?" Juliet's voice began to raise in volume.

"Jules, baby, I think you're overreacting." Shawn tried to calm her.

"How am I overreacting to my fiancé lying to me about the newest addition to our home?" Juliet couldn't believe he just said that.

"Fluffy's been here a week, Jules." Shawn was surprised by how much she had become attached to the little fuzz ball. "I'm sorry I lied, but I thought it would be easier than telling you how much I paid for him... I thought it would increase his chances."

"I don't care if you paid a fortune for him. You know about my family, and that the truth is priceless to me, Shawn." Juliet said slightly calmer.

"Can we still keep him?" Shawn asked a little louder than a whisper.

Juliet rolled her eyes before answering. "Yes we're keeping the adorable little fur ball." Juliet mumbled just loud enough for Shawn to hear. "I read his story. He was starved, beaten and left in a hot car to die. He deserves a home and more than a shelter. We'll keep him Shawn, but don't think for a second that I'm not pissed at you."

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Juliet had kept herself locked in her room all day, not even coming out to eat. Night time was coming and Shawn was becoming worried about his Jules. He knew she hated nothing on this Earth more than being lied to, but he didn't think this was going to be a couch maker. Shawn felt bad deep down, he truly did. So Shawn decided to go to the "penance box".

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Juliet woke up the next morning and opened the door to face the day, Fluffy still sleeping at the door. She smiled lightly and scratched his soft head between the ears. She was mad at Shawn, not Fluffy. He was just an innocent bystander.

Speaking of Shawn, where the Hell was he?" She didn't smell the signature scent of his usual apology breakfast everytime he did something stupid.

Juliet went out to the living room to find the couch empty and no one in the kitchen. "Where the Hell are you hiding?" Juliet asked though she knew he wasn't home. It was too early to go to the Psych office. Possibilities flashed in her mind and she remembered the stalker from last week. Had something happened? Was Shawn okay? He didn't even leave a note.

She tried to call him, but his phone went to a ridiculous voicemail that he thought was hilarious. "Shawn, please call me when you get this. You just left without a word and I'm worried about you." She said anxiously.

Soon her phone vibrated with a text. A simple message from Shawn: "..." God damn it! When Shawn answered in just dots, he was nearly impossible to deal with.

Shawn, where are you?

The Penance Box. Juliet didn't think it was that bad, but this place was Hell to Shawn.

Answer when I call you, please. Juliet called him again, knowing he'd pick up now. "Shawn, why are you in the Penance Box?" Juliet asked patiently. She was mad at him, sure, but the Penance Box was a BIG deal.

"Because the Box is where I go to teach myself the biggest lessons, Juliet." Shawn used her full name, this was really getting at him. "I promised you a lot of things, that I would keep you safe and no one would hurt you." Shawn paused and Juliet could hear him intake breath breath on the other end. "I hurt you. I didn't see it as a big deal and you did, and that's all I should have needed. I'm not thinking about Fluffy right now, Jules. It doesn't matter what the cause was, what matters is what I did to YOU."

"Shawn, you've learned your lesson. Please come home before your dad traps you in the Box." Juliet pleaded, knowing Shawn was on borrowed time before Henry Spencer stole her man's life essence.

"I'll be home tonight, honey. I need to finish my time." Shawn said solemnly, not looking forward to dinner with his dad and his dad's old cop buddies from back in the day.

"Don't be home too late, okay?" Juliet leaned against the fridge, playing with the legs of her sky blue pajama bottoms.

"I won't. Bye Jules." Shawn's voice was wounded, sounding dejected. He was beating himself up more than Juliet had.

"Shawn, before you go..." Juliet said quietly and slowly into the receiver.

"Yeah baby?" Shawn's voice still seemed to lack his usual spirit.

"I love you."

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"Love you too, Jules." Shawn put the phone back in his pocket and falsely smiled at Henry, who was now reentering the room.

"Alright, lets scale and bone these bad boys." Henry returned the smile, only his was genuine.

Shawn was never into fish clean up, he complained most of the time. Today though, today he didn't say anything. Henry looked at his son thoughtfully and sighed. "Alright Shawn, what's eating you?"

Shawn looked up from his fish before going back to it. "Nothing, pops. How's the star of Not So Young and Still Restless?" Shawn tried to deflect his dad, but it would take more than that.

"Come on kid, I know when you're sitting on something." Henry pushed.

"Okay, but I'll only give you two words. Penance Box." Shawn was not going to give everything away. He wasn't one to talk, let alone to Henry.

"Girl troubles then." Henry was quite familiar with the Spencer legacy of the box. "I was wondering why you agreed to fishing this morning, and dinner tonight."

"Are you mad?" Shawn stayed on his fish, watched his father from under his eyebrows.

"Shawn, the Box has been in the Spencer family for generations. This house IS the box. I did the same thing to my old man." Henry explained, no love lost. "Let me guess, you forgot something huge on the calendar?"

"No, I was caught lying." Shawn admitted resentfully.

"What did you lie about, Shawn?" Henry asked fearing the worst. "Were you caught lying, or did you tell her the truth?" Henry leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Did you tell her that you really ARE psychic?"

"What? No? I haven't told anyone that I am, not even Gus." Shawn had a face of total shock. "I was caught lying. I adopted a rescue dog, they charged me up the ass for it because it's adorable and they put A LOT of care into it. I... I told her I rescued it myself." Shawn said in a sigh.

"Well kid, I think she's right on this one. Maybe not kick you out right, but sleeping on the couch right." Henry concluded.

"Nah pops, she had me on the couch but the Box was my idea. I felt like I had a little more coming to me than the couch." Shawn leaned back, done with the fish. "She said I could come home, but I said I'd stay for dinner, and I have to finish my sentence."

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Henry's guests began arriving around 6:00 PM, happy to their old friend and surprised to see his son.

"How's everybody doing?" Henry asked with a polite smile. "Hope you guys are hungry. Me and Shawn were up at dawn catching these." Henry bragged.

"Shawn, I didn't know you fished." one of the men asked, surprised yet impressed.

"I don't often. I wouldn't even call it dabbling. Just one of those things your dad makes you do when you're younger, you know? It's just like riding a bike, except you get wet when you fall off." Shawn joked, pulling a good laugh from even, though Henry's was fake.

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Dinner dragged like a dead body to Shawn, not caring at all for the conversation. Shawn was the center of attention for quite a bit of it, being Henry's little boy and all. The growing of Psych's notoriety was also a hot topic.

Shawn was more than ecstatic when he was able to hop on his bike and motor home, trying not to go too far over the speed limit. If he did, Juliet would have another thing to be mad about.

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Juliet was asleep on the couch when Shawn crept in, unannounced. He smiled to himself when he noticed Fluffy also out on her belly, the TV volume down low.

He hadn't noticed the time until he saw the Hard Rock Cafe clock clock, reading 11:00. He picked up Fluffy and him to the foot of the long couch. Shawn bent over and kissed her forehead before gently taking her in his arms and carried her to bed, slowly and carefully.

Shawn stopped in the doorway to their bedroom, made immobile by his overactive imagination. He looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, and Shawn's mind betrayed him, her appearing to be in the most gorgeous white, trailing dress he had ever seen. He was still in the everyday jeans and plaid, but she was stunning in her wedding dress.

Shawn shook himself out of it, the vision gone. He looked down to Juliet, and there she was with her head nuzzled into his chest, her blonde hair falling freely over his arms. A small smile graced her delicate face, telling him she was dreaming sweetly.

Shawn crossed the floor and ever so softly, placed her head on the pillows and tucked her in. Back to the couch he went.

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Shawn slowly pulled himself up, his sore back resting against the arm of the couch. He surveyed the room to find Fluffy still asleep. "What kind of dog sleeps this long? I swear he's got lion blood." Shawn said to himself, dragging his hands down his face.

"I think he might, actually." Juliet answered from the kitchen, a glass of orange juice in hand. "He's as needy as his dad, too." Juliet smiled, apparently talking about Shawn.

"Does he listen to as much Tears for Fears, too?" Shawn lightly smirked, not pushing his luck with Juliet's seemingly good mood.

Juliet rolled her head back and forth as if really putting thought into this one. "Less than dad but more than his mama." Juliet's face stiffened from a smile to a look of worry. "How's your back?" she frowned, seeing Shawn apply pressure to the small of his back.

"I can handle it Jules, still better than a dumpster." Shawn winced as he stood up. "Sleep well?" Shawn kissed her cheek when he joined her in the kitchen, making his way to start the coffee pot. He didn't even like coffee, it was just something he figured adults did.

"It would have been better if it wasn't so lonely, big bed all to myself." She flashed her eyes back and forth between her glass and Shawn, doing her best sappy and innocent look. "I don't remember going to bed, and I'm not hung over... care to explain Shawn? Truthfully?" She said softly yet suspiciously.

"I may or may not have carried you to bed when I got in..." Shawn didn't make eye contact, only playing with his waiting coffee mug.

"Thank you, Shawn." Juliet said earnestly, stepping in front of his attempted exit and kissed him slowly but not deeply, their lips just brushing.

Shawn and Juliet stood in the kitchen, an awkward silence filling the room before Shawn spoke. "Jules, I never said the words you needed to hear. I soul searched and did my time, learned the lesson and all that... but I never actually apologized. And so... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied instead of just telling the truth in the first place, especially when I know how much it means to you. I should have weighed it out." Shawn poured out confidently, not backing down and showing his conviction.

"Thank you Shawn. That right there, meant more to me than torturing yourself at your dad's house for 24 hours. What was it like, anyway?"

"Oh my God, Jules! Torture is an understatement!" Shawn exclaimed, preparing to share his time in grave detail as they prepared for work. "He was still awake when I got there, and he made me watch the outdoor channel... whatever it's called. Then he woke me up at 5:00 AM and we went fishing."

"You would have been lucky to hook Jaws and have him pull you in." Juliet laughed as Shawn smiled brightly.

"I tried, but the best I could do was try to jump on the back of a giant manatee and ride away into the sun rise, but he pulled me back into the boat..." Shawn turned it into a real fishing story with that one.

"Ooh, did it have horns?" Juliet leaned in with a pleased smile, playing along and loving how Shawn's eyebrows rose with the love of the bullshitting game.

"One massive one like a narwhal or a rhino, but it was jagged like a..." and the game continued.

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Okay, sorry about this one. I meant to progress the story, but blame theshuleslovin'psycho for this one. This chapter was supposed to start as a grievance address, but the Shules and a father/son moment, followed by more Shules carried me away.