AN: Hey! So, I was bored, and decided to update. I'm really not sure where I'm going with this book/ season thingy. Not gonna lie. I'm happy I have a few readers for this story, because I know not a lot of people imagine Psych and Buffy The Vampire Slayer as a crossover. I think he'd make an awesome dad, so yep. Anyways I've ranted enough! Enjoy!

P.s. No Angel in this chapter, sorry. Don't kill me!

Daddy Don't Believe in Demons? Pt. 1

"Agatha! Don't do it!" The blonde headed girl screeched as her friend stepped onto the ledge of the 6 story building ready to jump.

Agatha looked wide eyed back at her friend, Lucy.

"Agatha… Come to me, we can work this out." Lucy said cautiously, stepping forth.

Agatha looked down below her at the pavement she was planning to hit, and back to her friend who was frantic to get her onto the safety of the platform.

"Come on…" Lucy stepped forward.

Agatha looked at Lucy, and looked like she contemplated getting down, before surprisingly jumping off the ledge.

"NO!" Lucy yelled, running down the stairs to her suicidal friend. "No…" She muttered, realizing just how much trouble she got herself into.

Buffy walked down the bridge, her father at her side.

"Why?" Buffy groaned.

"I don't know," Shawn chuckled, "It's important to Uncle Gus."

"Right…" Buffy drawled. "Why is it important to Uncle Gus we go see an old priest?" She grumbled.

"I don't like the guy either-in fact, he made my childhood a living hell, but Gus likes him." Shawn responded, breaking off a piece of chocolate for Buffy.

"Mm. Why can't he go?" She pouted, popping the chocolate into her mouth.

He laughed at his daughter's face, before walking into the office.

"What?" She whined, following him in.

"This place gives me the creeps." Buffy made her emotions clear, walking outside the private school.

"Despite the fact that it's in the middle of day, there's people all around, and Jesus protects this sanctuary?" Gus questioned, rhetorically almost.

"Yes." She nodded her head.

"That's my girl." Shawn smiled, ruffling her blonde hair as she glared at him.

"So, how long is Angel grounded?" Gus asked, searching the grounds for his childhood mentor.

Buffy sighed sadly, "Two weeks. His mom was pretty pissed."

"Hey! Language, young lady." Shawn scolded.

"I'm fifteen I can say…" She paused at his look. "Nothing."

"That's what I thought."

"Hey!" Gus shouted to his childhood priest, mentor, teacher, and his best friend's despised.

"Ah, Gus. My boy, how are you?" The old priest questioned, wrapping Gus in for a hug.

"I'm good. You remember Shawn?"

"Of course. He stuck a thumb nail on my chair." He looked pointedly at Shawn.

He put his hands up in defense. "The way you jumped up was pretty hilarious. Sue me!" Shawn laughed.

Buffy stood there awkwardly until the priest questioned her presence. "Hello. And who are you young lady?" The priest stuck out his hand, offering his greetings.

She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth, "I'm Buffy Spencer."

"You mean... Oh yes, I heard he had a daughter." The priest smiled back. "You can call me Neill."

"'He' is standing right here." Shawn glared at Neill.

"Well, I assume you two are here about the suicide." Neill stated.

The younger three nodded.

"I have an idea of what happened." Neill nodded his head at them. "She was possessed."

"Wow…" Gus stared wide eyed at Neill.

"Oh my Go-gosh…" Buffy had the same reaction.

As for Shawn-well, Shawn just laughed. A nice, hearty laugh.

Everyone looked to him.

"Oh come on, you want me to believe she was possessed?"

"Are you the guidance counselors?" Lucy's mom answered their front door, looking between the three before her.

"Yes, yes we are." Gus answered, walking into the house when she invited them in.

Her eyes landed upon Buffy, "You look a little young."

Buffy wanted to shout at the woman, but forced her anger down with a totally fake-totally forced smile. "I'm working on my high school community service points. I thought I'd take this job."

She nodded to them smiling, before motioning upstairs, towards Lucy's room.

Buffy sighed, opening Lucy's door, before closing it quickly and staring wide eyed at it.

"What?" Gus asked, opening the door back up.

"Don't!-" But he had the door open, and him and Shawn were looking in. They were clearly freaked out.

Lucy was in her room, crab walking across the floor.

"She's possessed!" Gus shouted, slamming the door.

"She's not possessed. She's probably just really, really flexible." Shawn refused to believe it.

"Possessed!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Seriously? You guys, stop! Ooh! I know! Possessed people are usually bilingual!" Buffy suggested.

She opened the door to find Lucy rolling around crazily on the bed, repeating over and over again, "Aliquid malum est venire omnes!" In a very scratchy voice.

Buffy closed the door, pursing her lips, "Yup. That crazy bitch's possessed."

Shawn sighed, "Language."

Buffy muttered an incoherent sentence, throwing herself on the arm chair that was in the hall area.

"I told you!" Gus gloated.

"It's probably a coincidence." Shawn grumbled, following his daughter and Gus out of the house, waving to the mother.

"Neill, you were right, father." Gus admitted, walking into Neill's office.

"Ah, yes. Like I had expected. No fear, though children. I am very experienced in this field. Leave it to me." Neill spoke, grabbing a brief case out of his drawer. "Shall we?"