A/N: I don't beg for reviews to update. I feel that reviewing is a reader's choice and they do it to tell the author what they think. But feel free to review if you want to love. I would love to hear what you have to say. P.S. – I have been imagining writing this story forever but when I saw there were only three Female Shawn stories, I had to do it. This chapter is what I call meet the gang. I won't complete the whole episodes though.

Disclaimer: I disclaim them all. Well, except for Shawn, Gus, Carlton, Juliet, Karen, Henry, Buzz, the station and all other locations, the whole police force, and all victims and criminals. So, that pretty much leaves nothing. So… yeah… LOOK A BUTTERFLY! O.O Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Chapter 3: Season 1 Episode 1&2: Meet the cast

Carlton

"Okay, fine. There were extenuating circumstances. The arresting officer was my father; he was trying to teach me a lesson," Shawn said, pulling her hat farther down and pulled her leather coat tighter around her. Defensive actions but who could blame her.

"Did you learn it?" asked Lassiter, popping his gum.

"I learned I hated my father, so, sure."

She meant it.

"Well, pardon me if I'm just a little skeptical."

TiMe SkIp

"I got the information because… I am psychic."

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Buzz

Shawn raised her hands and started swinging them around.

"One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. One…," she said, then turned to the rookie holding a clipboard. "When's the wedding?"

"May 3rd," said rookie, smiling proudly. "Wait, how'd you know?"

She flashed back to when she saw him the room practicing.

"I'm getting dance lessons for a wedding reception. And you are getting good," she added.

The rookie had a grin that looked like it could split his face in half.

"Wow! That's amazing."

"Oh, come on. Who's buying this?"

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Karen

"Oh, you're welcome."

Interim Chief Karen Vick continued walking down the steps.

"That wasn't the phrase I was going to use. I was going to say, improbable. Possible, yet, unlikely," she told Shana, looking at her skeptically.

Shana pulled her hat down further and the Chief's eyes flicked up to the hat. She frowned but moved on. Shana studied her but saw no new reaction out of the ordinary.

She's good, Shana thought.

"Look, it's hard to explain. I'm gifted. I was born that way," she shrugged.

Karen continued assessing her.

"I knew your father, he was a good cop. You're nothing like him."

Shana's face darkened at the mention of her father but it brightened instantly.

"I take that as a compliment, ma'am."

Chief bristled at the title. She shook her head.

"Don't ever call me ma'am."

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Gus

"I have a job for you."

Gus looked up at her.

"I already have a job," he said.

Shana tilted her head slightly to the side and focused on Gus's keyboard and hand positioning.

"They're paying you to play video games."

"How do you do that?"

She sighed and pulled off her hat. Her hair fell down and she ran her hand through it, putting loose strands back in place. She collapsed in to one of his client seats.

"Why do you keep asking? Come on, left hand, space bar, right hand, arrow keys? Gus, you should ask me a challenging question every once in a while, just for kicks maybe," she said from her slouched position.

Gus turned off his game and stood up. He scanned one of his papers and turned to his shelf. Shana got up and opened Gus's draw, pulling out a zip-lock bag filled with pretzels.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry I didn't realize the new butt cream had come in."

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Henry

"I didn't miss anything."

Henry looked at him.

"There are seven hats, Shana."

"Were. Before I closed my eyes. Cowboy-hat walked out while I was ridiculing mustache-rides," she said before leaning back.

Henry looked around him to see what she was talking about.

"Come on. I heard her boots," she said cockily, splaying out her fingers.

"All right, close enough."

She shook her head in disbelief at his stuck-up ego.

"Close enough? No, I nailed that. And you know it, old man. So why don't you take your huge ego and suck it. BTW, the police think I'm a guy so…" she said casually.

She stood up while her dad was in shock. She pulled out her wallet and threw a few bills down on to the table. She grabbed her coat.

"Thanks for lunch. That's my part of the bill."

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Juliet

"No, no, no, I was sitting right there three minutes ago, and then I went outside to get myself a paper. I ordered a juice, and look, I made a crawling snake with the straw wrapper. You can finish it if you think you're up to the job."

The woman smiled. And she did to. She seemed like a fun person to know. Shana tugged at her hat, pulling it lower, and sat down in the chair next to her.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to move?" she asked with a smile.

"No, it's good. So, what's up?" Shana asked.

The blond lady folded her newspaper, putting it to the side.

"I don't have time to talk."

Okay.

"But you haven't heard what I'm going to say," she continued despite the woman's implied message.

Said woman lifted her hands in a frustrated movement but her face showed amusement.

"See, now we've already talked more than I wanted to."

Shana followed the lady's hand to her bag and studied it. She noticed the brand of her bag, a piece of fur on her shoe, a picture of her parents inside her bag, and fur on her sleeve, shoe, and bag. She smiled.

"Well, I did give you my seat, you know. I think that gets me one question," she said.

Lady Unnamed turned to her and Shana dipped her head a little down. The woman raised an eyebrow but plowed on.

"Listen, diner guy…"

"Shawn," Shana supplied.

"Shawn. Flattered, really. Very often, I am happy to meet new people. But today, right here, right now, I can't talk."

Shana got a sudden, random idea.

"Okay, I understand. I do. What if I do the talking for both of us?" she asked with a hidden smirk.

"Have at it! Do you mind if I read the paper and stare aimlessly out the window while you two talk?" she said exasperated.

Shana grinned.

"No. Can I get a name to work with?"

"Juliet."

Shana took a sip of her drink and swallowed.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Juliet," directly addressing Juliet.

She glanced to the side to see Juliet's reaction. All she did was open her paper again and smooth it out on the counter.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Shawn. And I am sorry about your seat. So, lunch is on me. So, what do you do for a living?" Shana said using her real voice.

Juliet looked up with a start.

"That's a really good impression of a woman's voice."

Shana blinked.

"Uh, thank you I guess. I practice?"