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Chapter 12-It takes more than a chalupa

She was avoiding him.

He knew it.

He could feel it.

He could sense it.

At the station, she wouldn't give him a second glance. She simply referred to Shawn as 'Spencer.'. She didn't even pretend to look annoyed after Shawn made a few jokes about Lassiter as his afternoon ritual. She just looked steamed. What's up with that?

Although he would never admit it to a conscious living being, Shawn was hurt. He knew he screwed up big time, but surely it wasn't bad enough to give the man the cold shoulder.

Shawn was running out of ideas on how to get Juliet's attention, until a grumble in his stomach gave him a solution.

A chalupa.

Who could resist a free chalupa?

Strutting to Juliet's desk with feigned confidence and a crooked smile that betrayed his heart, Shawn placed the bag of Mexican food in front of the computer screen Juliet had been intensely staring at.

"What's this?" Juliet grumbled, her gaze not leaving the screen.

Confidence shrinking by the second, Shawn attempted to recover, "Jules, although I think some cops are heartless prudes with empty hearts, they still have stomachs that need filling!" He picked up the bag once more to wave it on front her of face, the smell of the food dancing around each of their noses.

Juliet's eyes darted to him this time and flashed with fire and ice, "Did you just call me a heartless prude?" Her voice, still in the same decibel as before, held a bitterly sharp edge.

That's when Shawn caught his error and cringed.

What an idiot.

He was still furious with his dad, a former cop, and hadn't spoken with him sense that fight. He hadn't even correlated Juliet being a cop with his remark.

Idiot. That's what happens when you speak before you think.

His dad wasn't even there and he ruined everything. Shawn began to stutter, "N-no! No. I didn't mean it like that. I-I was referring to…s-someone else. J-Jules, I would nev-"

"Cut the crap, Shawn." She stood to her full height to glare at the stuttering man before her, "And what is it about you bagging on Carlton so much, huh?"

"What? Lassie?" Now Shawn was hurt, embarrassed, and confused. What a mix.

"Yeah, back in chief's office today? You made that inappropriate joke about him? Remember?"

"Jules, for the record, I always make inappropriate jokes about Lassie."

"He is my partner. This" Juliet waved her arms around the room for emphasis, drawing attention from the other officers, "—is where I work, Shawn. This is my profession. You can't just waltz in here day to day uninvited-"

"I was invited today..." Shawn voice trailed off, but his eyes were trained on her fiery filled ones. He treaded carefully, "And this is my job too, Jules."

Juliet let out an exasperated sigh, and shoved passed Shawn.

He was crumbling. He was losing. What went wrong? Again?

His smirk a thing of the past, Shawn's frown was growing deep, "Jules...wait!"

"What?" Turning to face Shawn again, Juliet folded her arms and scowled.

Taking deliberate cautious steps towards her, Shawn spoke barely above a whisper, "Jules, I-"

"Don't," She pointed a rigid finger at him, "call me that. At work, I am Detective O 'Hara." She turned away again before calling over her shoulder, "You just have no respect-"

"No respect? Jul-Juliet…what's gotten into you?"

"Just...go away, Shawn." Juliet's eyes grew hazy as she turned her head away from Shawn. She whispered, "Please go away."

Shawn was left watching her black heels click across the wooden floor heading to the back of the station.

Crap. That really hurt. Badly.

What hurt worse was the sympathetic glances mixed with, "Ooh he got served!" comments from his colleagues.

Strike two.

He screwed up yet again.

His dad was right.

No. He couldn't let his dad be right about this. His dad wouldn't get the last word this time.

Although his ability to talk was overthrown by this unfamiliar feeling of rejection, he felt an even more unfamiliar feeling of desire to confront Juliet.

He wasn't used to this, seeing as how he rarely confronted others about problems. If he and Gus fought, a free milkshake usually cured the bond between them. When he and his dad fought, not counted the last bloody duel, Shawn would just leave until he needed assistance with a case, previous emotions ignored. He had never before fought with Juliet. If he planned on getting to know her better, he had to know how to perform a quick fix between the two.

He had to know.

He had to prove his dad wrong.

Mentally chastising himself for not kissing Juliet when he had the perfect opportunity, Shawn pursed his lips and headed towards the back of the station to find his target—the woman he couldn't help but fall in love with. He was going to find his answer about how she felt about him right then and there.

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He was dying.

He knew it.

The pain was too much to bear.

Running late that morning had caused him to forget his most dire of needs: breakfast.

Now around noon, Buzz Mcnabb just knew his stomach was trying to digest itself. He was headed to the coffee pot, when a sensational smell seduced his nose. Turning towards the direction of the scent, he spotted on O 'Hara's desk the source of the teasing.

A chalupa.

Remembering O 'Hara's earlier rejection of the meal, Buzz grinned to himself.

After all, who could resist a free chalupa?


A/N: THE END! jk! I'm far from it! Which is good considering Shawn and Juliet can't seem to get their acts together! Don't be mad at Juliet at her moodiness! She's just been listening to bad advice coughPowdercough. You didn't think I was going to make it easy for Shawn did you? Nooo that boy has to work if he wants Juliet! Thanks for sticking with me everyone. Your reviews really mean a lot. :)

As for Buzz, it had nothing to do with the plot. But Buzz begged me to let him have a part. And I thought you guys would like to know what happened to that delicious chalupa lol