Daddy's Little Girl Chapter 9

A/N: Reposted this chapter to fix the flashback and make it... well, cuter (:

I don't own Psych!

More insight to Grace's mind: Grace did all this to spite her Mom, and inadvertently hurt her father in the process. In Grace's mind, she doesn't care. In Grace's mind Shawn has her best interests at heart and she hurt her father only because she was trying to hurt her mother, so it is all Juliet's fault.

Grace acts like even more of a brat in this chapter, but this is fiction so I guess I can make her as bratty as I want, I seem to be better at writing confrontations than the cases at the moment…


She had been hoping that her parents would pity her in the least, she didn't deserve their pity, but they must know all the symptoms of a hangover and how terrible they could be.

That is why when Shawn pulled open her curtains and made a rather large amount of noise, Grace woke up, and burst into tears again.

"Daddy I'm sorry," the sobs bubbled over as she sat up in bed. Her hands covering her face, mostly to block out the sun, and her thumbs massaging her temples to soothe her pulsing headache.

"I know you are," Shawn's voice was not as quiet as she would like it to be.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," she gasped and she almost felt him nod to someone. If she felt brave enough to look at the bright light she imagined her Mom was standing at the door, giving him permission for him to comfort her. Gently he sat down on her bed and let her grab onto his shirt and cry into his chest. "It was just… I didn't mean-"

"You meant to get drunk Grace, don't lie," he commanded.

"Ow," she whimpered pitifully.

"C'mon sweetheart, you are not going to get out of any of this by proclaiming a headache, I have had a hangover many a time before," Shawn said and she sat up, squinting at him. She sighed at his face. Never in her life had she seen this face on her father, such utter disappointment and seriousness. Grace hardly recognized him.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"7 in the morning," Shawn answered and Grace groaned. No wonder she felt horrible. And no one he had circles under his eyes. When she finally looked towards the door where Juliet was standing, arms crossed, she had circles under her eyes too. "Here," he handed her two Tylenol and a bottle of water. "Finish the water and we'll put on a pot of coffee. It doesn't really work as a cure but you must still be exhausted. I know your mother and I hardly got any sleep last night." Grace took it gratefully as Shawn pulled her to a standing position where suddenly the bile rose in her throat and she took off, running past Juliet, to the bathroom across the hall and threw up.

She flinched as she realized the gentle hand in her hair was not her fathers, but her mother's.

"Go away," she muttered angrily and she practically felt the heat of Juliet's anger boiling up as she stood up and stalked to the kitchen. She expected Shawn to replace her, but instead she sat there, throwing up by herself. She washed the vomit from her mouth and walked as calmly as she could to the kitchen. Her energy was already up and she knew that was not good, this would not end pretty.

She sat down, her father put coffee in front of her, and they both sat down opposite her. Her eyes were down, observing the coffee in the cup silently.

"Grace, you will look up at us while we speak to you," Shawn's voice was hard, and it meant business. Grudgingly, Grace's wary eyes lifted to took at her parents.

"I think we would like to hear from you first," Juliet said. "Everything you did wrong from the time you supposedly went to bed last night and when you really went to bed last night."

"Is this really necessary," Grace began.

"It is Grace Madeleine," Shawn used her first and middle name, he never did that. And they all guessed that is why she actually started talking.

"Under my robe, I had a dress on, the one I wore last night," Grace murmured. "And when I was getting ready for bed I was really putting makeup on and brushing my teeth. I made sure the lights in the hallway were off so even if I met Mom and not you Dad, you couldn't tell I was ready to go out."

"Continue," Juliet said.

"I snuck out my window and I remembered David's offer to pick me up, he was going on a fishing trip with his Dad today, so he was going to be the DD for our group of friends at the party, I was obviously already supposed to be there so I declined at first," Grace said. "So I called him and he was already at the party, but he still came and picked me up."

"So to clarify, you left the house, to see your friends, and used the phone, that is how many rules broken Shawn?" Juliet said.

"Three," Shawn said. "And not to mention curfew which is 11pm."

"I got to the party and Caroline immediately handed me a beer," Grace mumbled.

"Care to tell us exactly what you drank last night that gave you a .11 BAC?" Juliet questioned.

"I had a beer, a couple shots of something, and then another beer," she resigned. "All within an hour…"

"Hmmm someone has never heard that liquor before beer, nothing to fear. Beer before liquor, never been sicker," Shawn chuckled at his daughter's expense. "Clearly after this morning and last night in the car."

"And that's it… you know the rest," Grace sighed. She thought maybe her parents were actually sympathetic to her hangover, until her mother suddenly stood up, slammed her hand down on the table, rattling all three coffee cips. Grace jumped as Shawn stood up to join her.

"I have never been so disappointed in you Grace Madeleine, if it was up to me, you would lose your license for a year, have to do 32 hours of community service, go to the alcohol consumption class, and have to work very hard to pay us back for the fine we have to pay," Juliet growled.

"We have expected a lot more out of you," Shawn added. "First your grades, then lying, now this! And to top it all off, you tried to lie about being drunk when you clearly were!"

"And whatever punishments you get from the state you get bet your ass we have more coming too!" Juliet added.

"Oh what, grounded for the rest of the summer, big deal, like I was going to be able to do anything anyway will Detective Buzzkill as my mother," Grace said before she could bite back the words. Her mother's eyes flashed in anger.

"How about grounded for the rest of the year!" Juliet shouted. "And you have to work at Psych, doing filing, and any other scut job your father and Uncle Gus can come up with! And when they can't think of any I am sure the Chief and Lassiter could! I'm going to make you apologize to Caroline's parents for attending and most likely helping to plan a party at their house."

"You will not leave this house for anything other than school, community service, or work," Shawn added. "And you WILL apologize to one more person right now!"

"And who would that be," Grace retorted.

"Your mother!" Shawn snapped.

"Absolutely not," Grace snarled. "I would never apologize to her because I am not sorry! I am not sorry to her, I am sorry to you but I don't give a shit what she thinks!"

"HEY!" Juliet screamed. "Language!"

"Like you are miss prim and proper!" Grace rolled her eyes and pointed at her mother. Shawn grabbed her wrist and got in her face.

"Apologize to her now," he threatened.

"No, if she is not sorry for arresting me, I am not sorry for making her arrest me!" Grace all but blew up. "She clearly hates me if she would do such a thing to me! Make me do all of this just to make her realize just how much I hate her and wish she was not my mother!" Juliet looked like she got kicked in the stomach and Shawn dropped her hand in shock. Before Grace could even recant she took off sprinting to her room, slammed the door, and they heard the lock. Juliet dropped to the chair and buried her face in her hands while all Shawn could do was look at them in dismay, pressing a gentle kiss to Juliet's hair which did little to comfort her, and replay the events of this past week in his head and try to see where the hell they went wrong.


"Where's Juliet?" Henry asked as he approached his son's house.

"She went in to work," Shawn said. "Lassiter caught a break in the case, someone from the prison recognized Swanson who wasn't going by Swanson then as someone who visited Bridgewater in prison. We both thought it best for her to go in, get her mind off of this for a while."

"Has she come out of her room?" Henry questioned.

"To shower, but I decided it was best to leave her stew for a while, hopefully she'll realize how out of line she is. She is angry at us, at her mother, when we had every right to do what we did," Shawn muttered.

"Now you know how I felt," Henry said.

"Oh I was never this bad Dad," Shawn retorted. "When I got older maybe but not at 16. I still had Gus by my side at 16. I at least had one responsible friend. Grace's friends, other than that kid David who I'd like to say is responsible because he didn't drink but Grace admitted to me he was the boy who helped her with the whole grade charade, are all just as bad as she is."

"Didn't I teach you to pick up on this kind of stuff?" Henry asked. "To tell if she was lying."

"It's hard to tell if she is lying when she never really lied directly to my face, she told me I couldn't log in to see her grades, and I couldn't because she changed our password. She told me that there was an email explaining what happened, which there was. She told me she was going to her room, which she did. They were all lies of omission dad," Shawn said. "So don't do that."

"She really told Juliet she hated her and wished she wasn't her mother?" he stated.

"I have never seen Jules so crushed in my life Dad," Shawn shook his head. "I couldn't do anything to stop it because I was yelling at her too! And the next thing I know Grace was in her room and Juliet was sobbing into her hands."

"Let's see if I can talk some sense in her," Henry shrugged as Shawn handed him to key to her room. His father entered his daughter's room roughly and he heard her gasp of surprise.

"Grandpa Henry!"

"Well isn't it our newest juvenile delinquent," his tone reminded Shawn of an 8 year old self, being groomed to become a cop, he almost felt bad for Grace. Almost.

"I… uh-" Shawn knew this would get her. She looked up to her Grandpa Henry, she loved her Grandpa Henry. She always appreciated his little tidbits of information, his tips, a lot more than Shawn ever did. When she was little it was probably her favorite thing to do.

"Think you are some hotshot, what, if you go to parties you'll be prom queen," he sarcasm made Shawn want to laugh. "The more you disobey your Mom and Dad the more votes you'll get."

"No that's not-"

"Well sweetheart," his voice was hard. "No one will vote for you if you get them all in trouble because your mother in a cop." Shawn imagined her face screwing up angrily, because that was probably what was fueling her anger most. The embarrassment of having her mother bring a fleet of cops to her friend's house.

"I didn't mean for it to go this far," she whimpered.

"Well it did and you have to deal with the consequences, and locking yourself in your room all day is not dealing with anything," Henry snapped.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's not me you should be apologizing to," Henry said.

"I can't," she hissed. "I can't say sorry to her."

"You can and you will, if you ever want to see outside this house again," Henry shook his head. The conversation went on like this for 20 minutes, Grace retorting and Henry saying something right back and he could hear the words sinking in but her own stubbornness not taking them to heart.


Shawn's wild goose chase was starting to sound better and better to the police, Jerry Swanson as they were still calling him because facial recognition has shown them nothing so far, was the police's number one suspect. But Juliet, despite how distracted she was, could not let go that something did not seem right.

He only murdered three people.

He only murdered people who went to Shawn for help.

He hasn't robbed any house, bank, or other company that uses Swansontech Security systems.

There hasn't even been a hit on the BOLO.

Juliet looked up from her paperwork, a recount of their earlier interview with Bridgewater. Yeah I remember him, was all that he led on. Nice guy, bad hair. I don't remember him being blond though, not that I am going to tell you what color hair he had when he visited me. He knew something and he wouldn't even take a deal, not that he would be getting out of jail any time soon, but 20 years when he was 85 years old seemed better than nothing to Juliet.

A picture on her desk caught her eye.

Grace was eight and it had been taken at a party in their backyard after an SBPD softball game. Shawn had been taking pictures all day, after Chief who coached that game benched him when he refused to play second base because he wanted to be in the outfield. Juliet was sitting on a chair and Grace was behind her, arms wrapped around her neck. Their smiles identical, their hair blending in to one another. She remembered that day clearly.

"Go Mom! Go! Go!" she heard Grace's call from the bench. With both her parents on the team and Henry out fishing, there was no choice but to let her on the field, which had annoyed the hell out of Lassiter. They hardly trust Grace around Marlowe and Michael, because the 4 year old boy would annoy her until she snapped and Marlowe would be too busy with EJ to stop it. And when Grace snapped, no one was safe.

"Spencer get on the bench!" Lassiter snapped.

"Okay Uncle Lassie," Grace chided, jumping to stand on top of the bench and clap. "Run Mom! You can do it!"

"Aw hell," Lassiter rolled his eyes, seeing no way out of it. "Run O'Hara!"

"Her names Spencer Uncle Lassie," the eight year old poked his chest.

"It's habit," he retorted.

"It's stupid," she teased.

"Spencer control your daughter!" Lassiter snapped but Shawn was practically running beside Juliet, urging her to go faster.

"Looks like I am in your hair now," Grace fought back. The two bantered back and forth until Juliet approached them with a smirk, neither of them focused on the game or the cheering that erupted from the SBPD team.

"Sorry am I interrupting?" Juliet smirked.

"Mom!" Grace gasped, turning her head from where she was literally nose to nose with Lassiter.

"O'Hara!"

"Spencer," Grace added and Juliet shook her head.

"Don't I deserve congratulations," she shrugged.

"We won!" Grace giggled, realizing her mother just scored the winning run. "We won! We won! We won!" She jumped off and hugged her mother. "SBPD rocks!"

"No, your mother rocks, she did what I could never do," Shawn added. "Scored an infield homerun."

"Yes, she does," Grace reaffirmed. "I wish I could play." Juliet smiled fondly at her daughter and took off her batting helmet, and placed it on Grace's. She bent down and adjusted it though it still swam on her.

"Runner on first and second, two outs, game is tied," Juliet commentated, taking Grace's hand and leading her to home plate. "Up next, Grace Spencer. One run and the SBPD wins the game." Grace giggled and grabbed the bat her father had outstretched for her. Shawn and Juliet's eyes sparkled with amusement as Shawn bent down with a glove in his hand behind her.

"We want a pitcher, not a belly itcher," Shawn chided.

"Shawn," Juliet warned, throwing the softball up and catching it. "I have a ball in my hand, I can very easily aim it at your head." Grace turned around and stuck her tongue out at her father playfully.

"Yeah Daddy, shut it," she wrinkled her nose at him.

"Ready?" Juliet asked.

"Yes!" Grace smiled getting ready to swing the bat. Juliet gently tossed it towards her and Grace swung as hard as she could. The ball rolled out towards center field as it connected with the bat and Grace squealed.

"Run Grace," Shawn cheered. Giggling Grace ran towards first base, Juliet suddenly taking off behind her.

"Mom!" she squeaked as Juliet caught up to her easily, wrapping her arms around her. Grace struggled for a few seconds before the collapsed on the ground. "But I didn't get to score!" Blue eyes met blue, they were lit up in playfulness.

"The imaginary person on second scored," Jules informed her.

"We won!" Grace giggled and threw her arms around Juliet's neck.

She had to do something to fix her relationship with her daughter, but Juliet just didn't know what.


Another cute flashback to show, this relationship wasn't always like this, they used to be close and Grace used to appreciate the SBPD a lot more (even if it was for softball). And I also had to give a little shout out to Back in the Game (: In addition, had to get back to the roots of the case if only a little tidbit. Just to clarify with the case: There have been three murders. One suspect who has a false identity but they don't know his real one because there is no DNA to confirm it. There is random connections with Psych and a previous case that know one is able to find out (and are half distracted by Grace's rebellion)... all will be made very clear soon though!

Reviews are like getting to flash forward to December in order to watch Psych the Musical NOW!