II.

A/N- I do not own any of these characters or any part of Psych.

P.S- I know the characters are a little, okay a lot OOC, but bear with me. On to the story-

"Hello, Juliet," he said finally, his voice void of virtually any emotion other than coldness. After his mere acknowledgment of her presence, he turned immediately to Shawn.

"Shawn, you're never going to believe who just called me…"

"What are you waiting for me to guess?"

"It was the Chief, Shawn. She wants us back on the force, as Private Consultants. She also wants you to come in tomorrow so she can go over the new protocol and specifics of the job."

Shawn looked at his friend in utter confusion shifting his gaze back and forth from him to Juliet.

"Did you know about this," Shawn finally asked Juliet, who smiled sheepishly.

"Yes, Shawn I knew. Apparently, your observational skills were too valuable an asset to the department, and your track record was too impressive to quit hiring you just because you're not a psychic."

"So what's the catch," Shawn asked, addressing Gus once again.

"What'd you mean?"

"The catch, there's got to be a catch."

"She would like us to take another crash course at the Academy, but I really wouldn't consider that a catch."

"No, I guess not. Well, I don't mean to cut this party short, but Jules and I have to go. Got a lot to catch up on," he stated happily as he grabbed her hand.

He was about to lead her out the door when Gus stopped them abruptly.

"What are you doing," he asked, staring at Juliet incredulously.

"I think we're probably going to go for some pie, but you know whatever."

"So you're just going to go out like old times and pretend like nothing happened?"

"Gus, don't be a vat of spoiled milk, it's in the past."

"Alright Shawn, if you're sure."

"I'm sure," he countered flatly.

Shawn did not look back as he led Juliet to his brand -new used Impala.

They spent the whole ride to the local Diner in silence. The traffic did not help. In fact, it only served to make an already awkward situation even more awkward. However, once they actually sat down and had ordered their respective pieces of pie, the conversation continued right where it had left off.

"Is Gus really still that mad at me," Juliet started, truly concerned.

"No it's not so much about what you did as it is about what I did because of it. I didn't want to say anything, but to be perfectly honest it wasn't pretty. I was one short step away from being put on meds for depression. Gus is just worried that having you back in my life is going to cause more problems."

"Really it was that bad?"

"It was, but like I told Gus, it's in the past and I'm not going to let it dictate the rest of my life."

"I had no idea, but I guess at the time I didn't really care to know."

"Yeah… so enough about me, what have you been up to lately," Shawn asked, obviously itching to change the subject.

Juliet knew that he was skirting past a tough topic like he always did, but she decided to let it slide this time in the interest of not making things more uncomfortable than they already were.

"Nothing, really. But I've had Lassiter worried that he's going to be out of a job soon with the kind of workaholic I've become."

"Never thought I'd live to see you do that," Shawn quipped, smiling once again.

The two carried on into the night, departing only when they were shooed out by the management. No less than twenty minutes later they were back at Mee Mee's Fluff and Fold, separating once again, this time with the promise of seeing each other the next day.