I was on Facebook the other day when I came across something interesting. Turns out, James Roday and Maggie Lawson were on some creepy NBC show called Fear Itself and they got married on there. I highly suggest watching it on YouTube, but trust me, the end is creepy. Anyway, there was this one part during the wedding scene that inspired me for this.

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"I don't even know the guy that well," Shawn admitted as he followed Juliet around the station. "Gus, who is he?"

"It's Adam, from work," Gus answered with a roll of his eyes.

"So Adam-from-work is getting married next weekend and Gus is dragging me along. And since I can never, ever pass up an opportunity to show you off to everyone, would you be my date to Adam-from-work's wedding?" he asked with a grin.

"Of course I'll come, Shawn," Juliet answered, brushing her hand against his before opening a drawer on a filing cabinet. "But next month my friend Lisa's getting married so I get to show you off."

"Deal! How about that, Gus? I'm going on my….." he paused and counted on his fingers. "Thirty-seventh date to a wedding!"

"Dude, you guys have only been dating for three weeks. There's no way you've been on thirty-seven dates," Gus protested.

"Yeah, Shawn, that doesn't sound very accurate," Juliet balanced about seven thick manila files and shut the file drawer with her shoulder.

"Well, I counted all of our cases, lunches here, and random make-out sessions in the interrogation rooms," he shrugged and took half of the pile from Juliet.

"I wouldn't count that," she said. "It's probably been about ten or twelve."

"Hey, either way, I'm going to a wedding with the most beautiful girl I know," Shawn dropped his pile onto Juliet's desk, creating a loud smack that attracted the attention of most of the station.

"Yeah and she's probably not going to try to make out with you after eating those garlic things like Gina did," Gus laughed.

"Oh ha ha. Laugh it up, Gus. That was traumatic! There's nothing funny about someone with garlic breath forcefully making out with you!"

"Wait, when exactly did this happen?" Juliet had her hand on her gun and an 'I'm gonna kick her ass' look on her face.

"Remember a while ago when I asked you to that wedding and you'd just made plans with Declan Rand the Amazing? Well, I went with Psycho Garlic Lady so I wouldn't be the only one without a date," Shawn explained. With a shake of his head, he added, "Looking back, I should've gone alone."

Juliet relaxed and said, "Well, now you won't have to go alone or with Garlic Lips."

"You're the best, Jules!" he proclaimed, with a large, affectionate smile spreading across his face.

"Dude, it's 11!" Gus cried.

After inspecting his watch, Shawn said, "So it is. Good work, detective."

"We've got suit fittings for the wedding at 11:15!"

"Oh. Hey, Jules, need any help going through these files?" Shawn asked, pulling a chair up to her desk.

Gus grabbed Shawn's arm, pulled him to his feet, and dragged him towards the doors.

"Okay, okay I get it. Now let go!" he yanked his arm out of Gus's iron grip and called back to Juliet, "See you later, beautiful!"

HHHHHHH

The wedding was outside, in some big botanical garden. There were white folding chairs in rows to create pews and an aisle in between, covered with rose petals. A huge flower arch covered the priest, Adam-from-work and his fiancé. Naturally, it was a perfect day. It wasn't too hot and there wasn't a cloud in the light blue sky. A smooth, cool breeze would rustle the flowers every now and then.

Shawn, Gus, and Juliet were sitting in the third row on the bridesmaids' side of the altar. Both Shawn and Gus were in their rental suits, but only Gus had his tie on. Shawn instead just wore a light blue collared shirt with a gray pinstriped jacket and pants. Gus had a white shirt, navy blue suit, and gold tie. Juliet wore a knee-length, pinkish-purple dress and her hair fell loosely to her shoulders in thick curls.

"Dude, gold and blue do not match!" Shawn hissed as the priest continued his monologue.

"Yes they do, Shawn! This is dark blue and dark blue matches with gold! That's why they give cops dark blue uniforms and gold badges," Gus pointed out.

"Oh…..Then you look like a cop!"

"Guys, have some respect. There's a wedding going on, remember?" Juliet whispered, her eyes glued on the ceremony in the front of the garden.

They fell silent as the priest declared, "If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed in the eyes of God, speak now or forever hold your peace."

The priest paused and waited. On the other side of the makeshift aisle and a few rows back, a man erupted into a fit of hoarse, racking coughing. Everyone else remained silent as the man continued to hack into his arm. The priest eyed him strangely over the rims of his thin glasses.

Juliet looked over at Shawn to see his reaction. His head was down and his body was shaking. A sliver of a smirk was on his face and he was laughing quietly. On her left, Gus was laughing too.

"It's not that funny," she muttered.

Shawn looked up, wiping a tear that was dripping from the corner of his eye, and whispered, "It's irony, Jules. No one was supposed to say anything and that guy chose that exact moment to…." He was cut off as he erupted into another low chuckle.

Gus leaned across and offered Shawn a fist bump. Shawn accepted as they continued to laugh together.

"You guys are jerks," she whispered with a roll of her eyes.

"Dude, did you see the priest's face?" Gus asked quietly. "He was like 'whaaaaat?'"

The man finished coughing and raised a hand in apology. The priest cleared his throat and continued with the ceremony.

Shawn's ADD was kicking in and he tuned out the vows, awakening from his zone-out when the priest was saying something about kissing and Juliet looked more focused and filled with longing.

"…may kiss the bride!" the priest announced with a small smile.

Adam-from-work leaned down and kissed his fiancé. Everyone shot from their seats and clapped. Gus looked like he was about to cry as he clapped along with Shawn and Juliet.

"Dude, you have a problem," Shawn told his friend.

"For the last time, Shawn, I'm a sympathetic crier!"

HHHHHHHH

The reception was simple, at the bar where Adam-from-work and his fiancé first met. Shawn, Gus, and Juliet were waiting in line to offer the newlyweds their congratulations.

"It always kind of bothers me when guys have mustaches," Juliet commented as they neared the couple.

Adam-from-work was sporting a neatly trimmed black mustache that covered his entire upper lip.

Shawn raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why?"

"It'd be weird to kiss him. It'd be like kissing a caterpillar."

Shawn erupted into laughter, loud enough that it attracted the attention of everyone at the reception. He doubled over and rested his hands on his knees.

"Jules…." He gasped, catching his breath and finishing his laughter. "That's the funniest thing I've heard since the scene in The Breakfast Club when they all got high."

She shrugged, blushing from his comment and the stares from the other people.

"Gus, make a note," Shawn cried.

"Of what?" he asked. "And who says I'm your secretary?"

"I can't grow a mustache because that might put me and Jules' future on the line," he said, winking at Juliet.

She blushed again, and as they offered their congratulations to the bride, she couldn't help but think that soon, someday, that might be here. With her Shawn at her side.