This story was written for the virtual season over at Psychfic, and was the premiere. Just so ya'll know. If you like, you should go check out the rest of the season over at Psychfic. :D

Present

Lassiter pulled his sunglasses off, squinting in the bright sunlight, and slid them into his coat pocket. "Where are we going, O'Hara?" he asked, and grimaced as several sopping wet children ran, screaming and laughing, past him.

The two detectives were at WaterWorld, a water park just outside Santa Barbara. It was a beautiful October afternoon, all of southern California in the midst of a freak heatwave that made it feel like it was still mid-summer, and Juliet had been wondering all morning how it was that Lassiter could wear a full suit and manage to look like there was no heat. She, for one, was burning up, and she had her lightest suit on. She had even worn a skirt in the hopes that it would cool her down a little.

Seeing all of the people running around them in bathing suits, wet and cool and having so much fun made her wish it were her day off. Sighing forlornly and pulling her eyes away from the kiddie pool, she said, "The 'Tornado Twister'," and then shielded her eyes, squinting as she peered further into the park. "That way."

Lassiter nodded shortly and they were on their way. As they walked, Juliet eyed the various attractions longingly and thought that maybe if they wrapped this one up quickly, she might use her badge to sneak in a little "fun in the sun". She wasn't sure how it could take over three weeks for a psychic detective to solve an embezzlement case, but said psychic detective hadn't given Karen so much as a scrap of evidence, so she and Lassiter had been recruited to see what the hold up was.

Still, she couldn't help thinking as they strode past the Wave Pool that it looked really nice and…ooh. So did the lifeguard.

She smiled slightly to herself and surreptitiously took a better look. He was nicely tanned from all that time in the sun and he was toned, but not too well muscled, which she loved. He almost looked familiar. She smirked as she realized he was sitting in that, Yeah, I know, I'm hot, go ahead and look, way that was so not cool, and yet, so attractive. He suddenly smiled beneath his sunglasses and she glanced away, blushing slightly at having been caught and grinning because out of the corner of her eye, she could see him watching her. And then he slid down his sunglasses.

Her eyes widened and she turned her head sharply to look directly at him, to make sure, and suddenly her face was flushing bright red. Shawn Spencer. He was grinning broadly now, waving flirtatiously at her.

"Lassie! Jules!" he called, and Lassiter's head snapped up, eyes narrowing. They widened again when he figured out where the voice he detested so much was coming from.

"Spencer?" he said incredulously.

Shawn grinned as they approached and his posture took on an even more, Oh, yeah, I'm the man, look. He focused a particularly mischievous smile on Juliet and she tried to avoid his gaze, still flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had been checking him out. What on earth could he possibly think he was doing? "Hi guys!" he said cheerfully.

"What exactly are you doing up there Spencer? You're sure as hell not working the case the Chief gave you," Lassiter said, disgust oozing from the words.

The grin on Shawn's lips was as lazy as his current position. "For your information, Lassie, I am working that case."

"Shawn," Juliet said disapprovingly, "You can't be up there. You're not a lifeguard."

The corners of his mouth curled upwards mischievously and his eyes glittered in a way that said, yes, yes in fact he was a lifeguard. "Robbie hired me so that I could work the inside track and get paid without raising suspicion," he said smugly.

Lassiter looked horrified. "Don't tell me they actually trust you with people's lives."

Shawn grinned and leaned over the side of the lifeguard's chair, waving his sunglasses at Lassiter. "They absolutely do. Hey, Jules, I don't suppose you'd like to help me practice my mouth-to-mouth skills later, would you?" he purred in her direction, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

She did her best to look disapproving despite the blush heating her cheeks and said, "No, thank you."

A smug smirk crawled onto his lips and she looked away determinedly. Lassiter grit, "We have a meeting with the owner in ten minutes, Spencer, excuse us while we go take care of the case you couldn't solve."

Shawn was opening his mouth to retort when— "Shawn! Shawn!"

A blonde twenty-something in a red one piece that indicated she was another of the park's employees, burst out of the crowd, face red and streaked with tears. She was soaked from head to toe. Shawn's expression turned to one of surprise, but he swung down from the stand just in time to have the girl plow straight into his arms, nearly bowling both of them over. Lassiter and Juliet stared, along with the nearby attendants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Shawn said as she continued bawling almost unintelligibly, "Calm down, Clarice. What's wrong?"

"Robbie, Robbie—it's Robbie," she wailed and Shawn's eyebrows rose as if to say, Okay...and... "I—I think he's dead!"

Eh, eh? YEAH??? XDDDDDDDDDDdd (I'm way too excited.)

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